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LMP Faneto - Fuck It Up Lyrics



LMP Faneto - Fuck It Up Lyrics




He ain't know outside, it was cold Shorty right there, keep on my pole
Steady clutch, I can't wait to unload Pull the wire, we gon' pull up the fold
F*ck it up, then we go get some more F*ck it up, then we go get some more
Tell my young nigga, run to the store F*ck it up, then we go get some more

F*ck it up, then we go get some more Bring that dope out to sea by the boat
F*ck it good, I'ma grab on the throat Pussy good, we done feelin' the flow
Work it out and she strip on the pole Want some money, my ass says no
Birkin' back for my bitch at home Birkin' back for my bitch at home

Baby special, gon' sing her a song Heard my voice, she kissed me through the phone
F*ck the purse, we gon' ball alone And I'm still in my style, it's on
She gon' true, coz I'm fly as a drone Nah, I can't leave these pies alone
When it's time, you gon' die alone Kid don't watch his drummer on the phone

Now your baby ain't comin' home Try to run, he caught two to the door
Baby mama be preachin' this loyalty shit But still gon' f*ck when you gone
Told my bitch that I ain't comin' home Told my bitch that I ain't comin' home
Switchin' states with a monitor on Please get me on Monica phone

Then it's time, I can't wait till he home Free my cousin, I throw him a bone
Flex so hard, man, they thought I was clone Lil' bitch say she love me, I'm gone
In the streets, so you know what we on With my bitch, I can't answer the phone
Hot as f*ck and I'm stuck in the zone Bad baby, you know what I'm on

Pussy sweet, she got edible thong Girl, they really hate it off the bone
And she still won't f*ck when I'm home If it's right, I don't wanna be wrong
Give him life, he gon' sit like a song Man, what type of time you on
Man, what type of time you on? Man, what type of time you on

Drop a dime, he done told on his home Now he can't get a one on the phone
Say it's up, I won't smooth like a bone Give a D, then put a B by the moan
I won't stop till Gunny got a home F*ck it up on the end of this song
F*ck it up on the end of this song F*ck it up on the end of this song

Ayy, f*ck it up, man, it's Finito, man We in this bitch, man
We introduce y'all to a new world, man Whole bunch of LAP shit, nigga
Ayy, it's the motherf*ckin' tank over, nigga You hear me? Sit back and relax, man
Enjoy the ride, yeah You f*ckin' with the bombs, nigga

F*ck it up
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He ain't know outside, it was cold Shorty right there, keep on my pole
Steady clutch, I can't wait to unload Pull the wire, we gon' pull up the fold
F*ck it up, then we go get some more F*ck it up, then we go get some more
Tell my young nigga, run to the store F*ck it up, then we go get some more

F*ck it up, then we go get some more Bring that dope out to sea by the boat
F*ck it good, I'ma grab on the throat Pussy good, we done feelin' the flow
Work it out and she strip on the pole Want some money, my ass says no
Birkin' back for my bitch at home Birkin' back for my bitch at home

Baby special, gon' sing her a song Heard my voice, she kissed me through the phone
F*ck the purse, we gon' ball alone And I'm still in my style, it's on
She gon' true, coz I'm fly as a drone Nah, I can't leave these pies alone
When it's time, you gon' die alone Kid don't watch his drummer on the phone

Now your baby ain't comin' home Try to run, he caught two to the door
Baby mama be preachin' this loyalty shit But still gon' f*ck when you gone
Told my bitch that I ain't comin' home Told my bitch that I ain't comin' home
Switchin' states with a monitor on Please get me on Monica phone

Then it's time, I can't wait till he home Free my cousin, I throw him a bone
Flex so hard, man, they thought I was clone Lil' bitch say she love me, I'm gone
In the streets, so you know what we on With my bitch, I can't answer the phone
Hot as f*ck and I'm stuck in the zone Bad baby, you know what I'm on

Pussy sweet, she got edible thong Girl, they really hate it off the bone
And she still won't f*ck when I'm home If it's right, I don't wanna be wrong
Give him life, he gon' sit like a song Man, what type of time you on
Man, what type of time you on? Man, what type of time you on

Drop a dime, he done told on his home Now he can't get a one on the phone
Say it's up, I won't smooth like a bone Give a D, then put a B by the moan
I won't stop till Gunny got a home F*ck it up on the end of this song
F*ck it up on the end of this song F*ck it up on the end of this song

Ayy, f*ck it up, man, it's Finito, man We in this bitch, man
We introduce y'all to a new world, man Whole bunch of LAP shit, nigga
Ayy, it's the motherf*ckin' tank over, nigga You hear me? Sit back and relax, man
Enjoy the ride, yeah You f*ckin' with the bombs, nigga

F*ck it up
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Writer: Shwun Hardy
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Performed By: LMP Faneto
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Shwun Hardy
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