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big time fucc'd - lil l.a. marz lyrics

lil l.a. marz * big time fucc’d
lyrics

intro verse:
ion got time to give f*cks
1, cuz i don’t give a f*ck
2, cuz i’ll bust yo sh*t up
3, cuz i’ll leave yo boy slump
i think yo b*tch born a duff
sorry but yo b*tch is ugly and fat
got a fat ass, i’ll juh f*ck from da back
bag on her face cuz i can’t f*ck wit dat
let da b*tch hang by her feet like a bat
put ass together and clap
got her sticky as f*ck, call her icky vicky, wit my wood tryna make all da sap
just like my neck, i got yo b*tch drippy, drippy, when she dropped it on top of my lap
dat b*tch beggin’ for more, she like, “pretty, pretty please, i wantchu go far up my ass”
big time f*ck
you don’t get no time to rush
shoot em clean, a timely run
spic and span, we tidy up
n*gga talkin’ all dis neck
now yo neck is gon get f*cked
wit dat tec aimеd at yo blood
resume wit yo throat gettin’ bust
hook:
ayе
yo n*gga had f*cked up big time
yo n*gga had f*cked up big time
just know we ain’t endin’ wit a fist fight
dumb, stupid ass n*gga can’t get by
flipped over like burger but wit six guys
got em hangin’ by his neck, so n*gga sit tight
did dat cuz yo n*gga can’t do sh*t right
(2x)

verse:
play me again wit my levels
you gon get hit wit dis metal
b*tch say goodbye to yo temple
and we don’t shoot wit no pebbles
i juh gon f*ck up yo mental
h*ll lot uh damage, eventually
said you don’t drive wit no rental, please
think again, you might got special needs
f*ck all dat sh*t, ima need yo lil b*tch to give mental, she f*ck wit da illness
my diamonds sick, but i ain’t talkin’ bout dat, but she like how i feel what she feelin’
told me she feelin’ so broken but prolly cuz i f*cked dat b*tch while she kneelin’
said she gon call it a truce cuz she shootin’ her soaker all over da ceilin’
thought she was done, wanna play wit my stick, where da x is, no not rated 10 and up
slam da yung dagger right though her white t**th, she can take it, cuz dat lil b*tch neck is tough
punched da sh*t outta her n*gga for talkin’ dat f*cksh*t, he did more than said too much
just like her ass, dat lil n*gga’ll be f*cked up, cuz i think his blood juh not red enough
pull up wit a stick, n*gga, i ain’t talkin’ tree branch
talkin’ in america, don’t make you a free man
n*gga caught himself holdin’ bullets like a ring*man
held by his neck cuz he owe me like 3 grand
n*gga better be a man, you act like a b*tch
always holdin’ all deez n*ggas hand, act like you on d*ck
you a pet, n*gga issa fan, get back up off my sh*t
n*gga broke, got no f*ckin’ bands, and i don’t do no tips
hook:
aye
yo n*gga had f*cked up big time
yo n*gga had f*cked up big time
just know we ain’t endin’ wit a fist fight
dumb, stupid ass n*gga can’t get by
flipped over like burger but wit six guys
got em hangin’ by his neck, so n*gga sit tight
did dat cuz yo n*gga can’t do sh*t right
(2x)

- lil l a marz lyrics

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