f*ck IT UP lyrics

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Too $hort


VERSE:
Young n*gga Flexin'
Plenty Hoes In My Section . .
I Just Walked Thru Front
I Just Showed Up To Stunt . .
I Got Racks In My Jeans
Nothin' on These Bottles
This sh*t Came For Free
Can’t Chu See I’m The Man .
Still Gettin' To It
Parlay’n Wit The Homies
Do A Donut In The Streets
All These Hater n*ggas Phony
Do The Dash
Hit The Gas
Plenty Ways To Get Cash
I’ma Pass
You Ain’t Really Really Bout Dat
Big Blunt Smokin'
In The Club
Do A 2-Step
Real n*ggas Only
Fake n*ggas
Kill Em All
Yes . .
Bad b*tches Here
Throw That sh*t Back
She Gone Do It For A Stack
Or A New Gucci Bag
Stop Playin’
I’m The Man . .

HOOK:
f*ck It Up
f*ck It Uppp . .
Bad b*tches Do Yo Thang
Wassup?
Stay Gettin' Money
I’ll Never Get Enough . .
Hit The Club
Get High
Get Drunk . .
I Be Like
f*ck It Up
f*ck It Uppp . .

VERSE:
HENNY In My System
f*ck All That Mixin' . .
Flex On My Haters
Like That’s My Religion . .
They Hatin' On Me
And I Still Get It
Say She Got A n*gga
But I Still Hit It
I’ma Dog
I’ma Beast
But I Don’t Care . .
I Don’t Give A f*ck
Where U From
Throw Yo Hood In The Air . .
She A Bad b*tch
Luv To Get Ratchet . .
And She Real Thick
She Ain’t Plastic
Baby Got Her Masters
Damn
f*ck It Up
f*ck It Up
If A Hater Got Problems
Then I’m Goin' To The Trunk
Oh Wait I Snuck It In
Leave A Stupid n*gga Slumped
I’m like Doughboy
n*ggas Always Tryna Act Tough
Ignorant
My Neck & My Wrist
Is So Ignorant
These J's On My Feet
Don’t Come Out Til December
Damn
f*ck It Up
I’m The Man
f*ck The Cost
Free Boss
What Chu Don’t Understand?

HOOK:
f*ck It Up
f*ck It Uppp . .
Bad b*tches Do Yo Thang
Wassup?
Stay Gettin' Money
I’ll Never Get Enough . .
Hit The Club
Get High
Get Drunk . .
I Be Like
f*ck It Up
f*ck It Uppp . .

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