fuck it up - ybn nahmir lyrics
[intro]
hitmaka!
hol’ up
[chorus: ybn nahmir]
she bad but clumsy
she want the bag and the money
late nights (late nights), no talkin’
pay the price when she walk in
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up
[verse 1: ybn nahmir]
ayy, ayy
i walked in h-lla fly, helicopter all on me
i told the chick to back it up, i keep that chopper on me
i got weed on me, i got perks on me
baby tell me what you drinkin’? everything on me
i ain’ trippin’ off them lil’ n-gg-s way accross the room
boy i been gettin’ it crackin’, n-gg- don’t you see the wounds?
i got about twenty five goons with me
so tell me how the f-ck a n-gg- gon’ hit me? ha (right, ha)
[chorus: ybn nahmir]
she bad but clumsy
she want the bag (bag), and the money (money)
late nights (late nights), no talkin’ (nah, ayy)
pay the price (right), when she walk in (walk in)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up
[verse 2: yung miami]
i need a n-gg- with the m, huh
to match my drip, huh
i just got a bentley and a benz, huh
i make a rich n-gg- taste it (taste it)
make a bag [?], not gucci ’cause they racist
i f-ck with face down, -ss up
baby ’till my cash up
type to make a n-gg- d-ck stand up
put it in my guts, better f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
better not catch a nut let me slurp it up
b-tch i’m rare, not basic
-ss fat but it get fatter when i’m naked
i wanna [?]
when he wanna link, he send a ticket then a flew that (period)
[chorus: ybn nahmir]
she bad but clumsy
she want the bag (bag), and the money (money)
late nights (late nights), no talkin’ (nah, ayy)
pay the price (right), when she walk in (walk in)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up
[verse 3: tyga]
she gon’ make ten grand, how she pop it on me
i ain’t james harden but i keep the rocket on me (bah)
i be ballin’ like chef, n-gg-s not in my league (no)
how you get so bad? ’cause your momma a freak
wanna be like daddy, she remind me of me
when i lick it, so sweet, whip cream on your feet
drinkin’ s-x on the beach, got you wet on the skeet
and your b-tch send me nudes, i can’t wait ’till we meet
i’m a nasty -ss n-gg-, gorilla
two b-tches twist on my d-ck like a twizzler
a n-gg- like me stay hot through the winter
i told her we could link, hit me up after dinner
[chorus: ybn nahmir]
she bad but clumsy
she want the bag (bag), and the money (money)
late nights (late nights), no talkin’ (nah, ayy)
pay the price (right), when she walk in (walk in)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
ayy, she gon’ f-ck it up, she gon’ f-ck it up
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