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fuck it up (f.i.u.) - nino breeze lyrics

[intro]
i’m on it
tryna waste somebody
k!ll him don’t know what he talkin’ bout
hey, hey

[hook]
mike just got it and n-gg- blew 55 racks
nothin’ to a boss lil n-gg- 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

[verse 1]
been a while little n-gg- 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 n-gg-s, 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 pussy and meet jesus
and these streets is f-ck a n-gg-, 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
b-tch i’m a rider, the boy got low mileage
i’m gone

[verse 2]
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 n-gg- way too puck
ain’t no pepsi, boy a n-gg- stay juiced up
who gon’ check me?
in that water like a jet ski
heavy on a n-gg-
watch your back we on ’em n-gg-
just as soon as they pull up
talkin’ reckless, actin’ crazy, i’ma bust your medula
d-mn, 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 b-tches, they choose us
don’t be b-tches like who were they?
all them n-gg-s in there with no money like who does that
ho gon’ f-ck a n-gg- 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
n-gg- 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 n-gg-
i fell off, went and got my plug back
the trap back jumpin’ on you n-gg-, woah

- nino breeze lyrics

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