FUKT UP Lyrics

Keep Goin'

Uh! I got bitches wanna fuck

I got bitches, keep 'em tucked, (?) got it

Fuck around La Marina roof

Bender double round I might break the roof

Smoke a pound I might reek of reefa

Thinking 'bout money, God damn it I might bring the loaf

I need some weed like I need a jacket, I need some toes like I need a hatchet

Cut your toes, get you left for nothing, Mister On-The-Road now it's neck for neck

Big dial on the roll, bringin' cocaine inside of the club, crazy

Keep style on a hoe, never go lazy I'm fried on the hoe

Finna have a motherfuckin' bite on a boat, we finna have a motherfuckin' fight on the go

You wait on me, it's time-a-to go, I'm scared of myself, uh, Fight-of-the-Club

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

How could you do this to me? How could I do this to myself, myself, myself

No, I should've never left you in my life, uh-uh

No, I should've never opened up the gate, uh-uh

That's why I should've never fucked around and found out

Why you should've never held me in my place

That's why I keep it tucked, that's why I got a hundred thousand bitches wanna fuck

Yeah, I keep a club turnin' up, I keep on coming up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

You my bestie for the night, you my bestie for the day

You my bestie for the night, you my bestie for the day

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Put it on me, let's get fucked up

Fucked up, let's get fucked up, let's get fucked up, let's get fucked up, let's get fucked up, let's get fucked