Corrección Letra Fuck It Up (F.I.U.) par Nino Breeze

Featuring(s) : F.I.U.

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I'm on it
Tryna waste somebody
Kill him don't know what he talkin' bout
Hey, hey

Mike just got it and nigga blew 55 racks
Nothin' to a boss lil nigga I'ma get it right back
Gon' f*ck it up, gon' f*ck it up
I'ma f*ck it up every time I touch it, aye
I've been f*ckin' up
I've been runnin' up nothin' but the money

Been a while little nigga but I'm still on deck
Them boys still in they feelin's cause we ain't gone yet
I've been wheelin' and dealin' I want that long check
That long money so long money I'm gon' get
Got more skrilla than f*ck niggas, I keep cheese
Keep that glove on the .40 I'm (?) these
Diamonds dancing, my watch came out of a deep freeze
It's trigger city, the beef deeper
We keep heaters
(?) and heat seekers for street sweepers
Play for p*ssy and meet Jesus
And these streets is f*ck a nigga, no peace treaty
You ain't willing to let it slide, well me neither
Been on the grind since E-visa
Used to listen to Number 9 with B-Sigel
Ran at houses 100 times, I breath deep
So much cash I thought we had a cheat sheet
I change lanes and repeat the same thing as CB
Chain hang, don't reach-reach
Go bang-bang, no Chief Keef
To maintain your (?) bout 20 some thousand
Anything less I suggest you start howlin'
Yes I've been blessed with finesse, that's my talent
Runnin' up tickets to runnin' in houses
I'm sorry but that's what my style is
Bitch I'm a rider, the boy got low mileage
I'm gone

Mike just got it and nigga blew 55 racks
Nothin' to a boss lil nigga I'ma get it right backGon' f*ck it up, gon' f*ck it up
I'ma f*ck it up every time I touch it, aye
I've been f*ckin' up
I've been runnin' up nothin' but the money

Chain weigh too much
Want .4 kilo but I wait too much
Hands on a shotty, say I play too much
But she blessed me cause I really don't say too much
Think I'm Gretzky, any nigga way too puck
Ain't no Pepsi, boy a nigga stay juiced up
Who gon' check me?
In that water like a jet ski
Heavy on a nigga
Watch your back we on 'em nigga
Just as soon as they pull up
Talkin' reckless, actin' crazy, I'ma bust your medula
Damn, tell I'm thuggin' by the way I maneuver
If you see me in the club then I'm in there with shooters
And I'm in there with two cups
Probably tossin' a few bucks
Them bad bitches, they choose us
Don't be bitches like who were they?
All them niggas in there with no money like who does that
Ho gon' f*ck a nigga with a check, now where the (?) us
Pull up and I'm slidin' Forgiatto, f*ck your hubcaps
Rollin' with my YG right beside me, that my rugrat
Hope they don't sell that dope cause they trippin' off a dub sack
Nigga f*ck your club I want my motherf*ckin' dub back
I ducked off, went and got my buzz back
And now the kid comin' for you nigga
I fell off, went and got my plug back
The trap back jumpin' on you nigga, woah

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