Letras Fuk It Up - Swaghollywood

Fuk It Up

She gon' suck that dick, she gon' drank that nut
She callin' my phone, I ain’t picking up (Uh-uh)
Even in the dark, bitch, I lighten up
Fucked too many hoes, I think I had enough
I already had that ho in my video, pick another
If I fucked her then I pass her to my brothers
Believe in sharing, I can’t cuff her, we don’t love 'em
Balenciaga steps, I’m fucking up they sofa
Uh, uh (Bitch)
Don’t wanna stay, no, nah, nah (Nah)
This ain’t offer, don’t start offering up that nana (Nana)
Can’t believe she want four hundred for the nana
Is you crazy? I spent it on Prada (Woo, woo, woo)
Ain’t nothin' but some cash in these duffles (Duffles)
Got it on my own out the muzzle (Muzzle)
Had to buy my chips, fuck a Ruffle (Ruffle)
Glock in his face, he in trouble (Grrah)
Man, I got that bag just to fuck it up (Oh yeah)
Man, I got that bag just to fuck it up (Yeah)
Told her count that cash, ain’t counting fast enough (Oh no)
Thumbing through them racks, I swear that bag is up
Yeah, yeah, okay, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Uh-uh)