f*cked Up lyrics

by

Belly


[Intro]
Wasted days and endless nights
Hey Harry, heard they reported us to the Fraud Department (Ugh)
There is nothing I could do to make things right
Ha ha
[?], what's up?

[Pre-Chorus: Belly]
I ain't been sleepin,' it's the third day (Third day)
I don't got a second in the first place (First place)
Ain't no second chances in my birthplace (Birthplace)
You can't put a phoenix in a bird cage (Bird cage)

[Chorus: Belly]
Lil' b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
Lil' b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)

I pull up in that Mercy (Mercy)
b*tches see me drippin' in this Versa' (Versa')
You know I want it in the worst way (Yeah)
But at least we got tonight if that's the worst case (Worst case)

b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
Lil' b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)

[Verse: Jim Jones]
You either a friend of mines of a friend of ours
When you see that AMG, that mean that Benz got power (Skrr)
We need Bonita and [?] just to blend with powder
Ya'll gon' die a thousand times, you and your mens is cowards
We got work in DC, yeah, I got friends at Howard (Wassup?)
You can't stop the rain when this F&N make showers
Plus I'm not an evil person, we still gon' send 'em flowers
I brought the 9-1-1 just to remember the Towers
Uh, yeah, I be in my bag of tricks, if you (Wa-lah)
p*ss me off I just might go grab the fif' (Wassup?)
But if you really p*ss me off, I just might go stab your b*tch (Ha ha)
Plus I heard her say that I got that magic stick (She nasty)
[?] [1:29], so how that really make you feel (Huh?)
When I had her bust it open just so she can make it real (Ew)
Pop bottles in the club for the Ace to spill
On this year alone in champagne, I just might waste a mil' (Cap)
My young boys take pills and go straight to drill (Get 'em)
We treat them foreign cars, n*gga, like racin' wheels (Skrr)
We had to crack the code, get on hacker mode (Facts)
But let me light a blunt and get on rapper mode (Light that up)
These lil' n*ggas never seen no gats explode (They frontin')
This Versace lil' n*gga, two stacks a robe (Sucka)
You probably never smelled the fumes at the stove
I be on piña coladas when I be at the Cove
Damn the Bahamas, we got yachts you can jump off
Your b*tch is a thot, yeah, heard she a jump off
I be in the 'Rari ridin' shotty like I just let a pump off (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)

[Pre-Chorus: Belly]
I ain't been sleepin,' it's the third day (Third day)
I don't got a second in the first place (First place)
Ain't no second chances in my birthplace (Birthplace)
You can't put a phoenix in a bird cage (Bird cage)

[Chorus: Belly]
Lil' b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
Lil' b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)

I pull up in that Mercy (Mercy)
b*tches see me drippin' in this Versa' (Versa')
You know I want it in the worst way (Yeah)
But at least we got tonight if that's the worst case (Worst case)

b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
Lil' b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
b*tch you got me f*cked up (f*cked up, yeah)

[Outro]
Wasted days and endless nights
There is nothing I could do to make things right
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