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CAUGHT UP Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
I can't get caught up with no bad girl shawty
My last girl soul eating, turned her to a zombie
My old girl was fed up, it was something 'bout her body
All she did was blame but I told her it was not me, so I went out and turned up
Walking 'round on the beach strip, with the red all on my cup
Talking trash on the beach strip, why the man tryna be tough?
Why the music so loud?
It's them white boys all up in them trucks
While them girls being braindead, it's just me tryna turn up
Yuh, finna just go hold it down
I ain't been lit in a while
He finna go play with that fye, if that is wish then he gon' desire
Yeah I be looking so clean, if I was bug then I'll be a fly
But since I be looking so clean, when I get a girl my dawg gon' lie
Since I be getting that bag, you know imma get a lil' tote
But since I be getting that bag, my girl gon' think she gon' get both
But just can't get both cause she gon' get mad cause she can't boast
Now she can't hear what I'm saying, she deep in her head, she just do the most
I cannot get with no girl, if she can't get straight to it
She cannot be in my world if she's super dumb and easy influenced
She cannot be in my world if she's super dumb or even just clueless
If she just play around we switching that one with one that is fluent
I like a woman, the way that she sit down, the way that she walk
I like the way how she look when the sun out, the way that she glow
I want when she got her lil' hair out, it caught in the wind
I want when she got her lil' hair out, it caught in the
Uhh yeah I'm trippin, now that I'm winning, imma get all these bands
Uhh yeah I'm trippin, uhh yeah I'm winning, cause she don't need no man
I can't get caught up with no bad girl shawty
My last girl soul eating, turned her to a zombie
My old girl was fed up, it was something 'bout her body
All she did was blame but I told her it was not me, so I went out and turned up
Walking 'round on the beach strip, with the red all on my cup
Talking trash on the beach strip, why the man tryna be tough?
Why the music so loud?
It's them white boys all up in them trucks
While them girls being braindead, it's just me tryna turn up