Get f*cked Up lyrics

by

Glasses Malone


[Hook]
Sitting all alone
Time to hit the liquor store
Need some trees that I can blow

And I'd done copped it for the low
Now I'm ready, put it on ya
New York to California
Bring liquor, bring bud
Let's get f*cked up

Bring liquor, bring bud
Bring liquor, bring bud
Said "I'm ready, put it on ya"
New York to California
Let's get f*cked up

[Verse 1]
Yeah, mount up. Buddy been winning
I ain't been in to the City in a minute
Got some b*tches on the down gettin' ready
Bringin' Henny, and Cîroc and some Rémy
Backwood, roll it up and heat it
(Didn't need it though)
Drink in my cup gettin' weeded
(Gettin' weeded though)
Bodies in the party showin' love
(where the love at?)
Turn this f*ckin' house in to a club
(Where the club at?)
b*tches on the wall off the meter
(Off the meter)
Got tequila, Strawberry, Lime-Arita
(Lime-Arita)
Bad body hangin' imma beat her
(Imma beat her)
School teacher named Nina, she a diva
(Yeah)
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