WestHaze - Fuck It Up Lyrics

Yeah yeah
Mmm
Yeah yeah

I Told Lil mamma bring it back so she threw it back
She like designer So I bought dat bitch a Gucci bag
Gucci this gucci that go head pop the tag
I don't care bouta ticket Cause I gotta bag

Yea I'm from da block boy
R E D Top boy
I don't milly Rock
I just Re Rock
No I'm not hot boy
I don't f*ck wit opps
Gotta Run it up
Gotta get that cash
Stawty on me and she bad
Say she wanna make some cash
Told her drop it bring it back

Shorty fine and she a baddie so
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up

And she thIck with a fatty
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up

She a freak and she nasty
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up

And she keep calling me daddy
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up

Hold up
She know I'm federal wit it
Slim waist Cute face yea lil mamma can get it
Shawty bad booty fat And she stay on her fitness
Got cash in the bank but I'm still counting benjies
Woah
Go lil mama go
Can you Drop it down to the flo
Bend it over can you touch yo toes
Bend it over shake it on the pole

Back it up
Back it up
Keep it up
Can you keep it up
No 69 keep my blicky uh
Shorty know I keep my Glizzy tuck

Shorty fine and she a baddie so
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up

And she thIck with a fatty
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up

She a freak and she nasty
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up

And she keep calling me daddy
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up
Ima f*ck it up