Justin Rarri - FIX UP paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson FIX UP - Justin Rarri



I'm a fix up
Wanna buy you all the purses baby only when I fix up
Go on a island when I'm rich up told baby pick up
I been feeling alone
Only want you in my zone
Baby pick up the phone
Had to drop it leave you lone yeah
I can't explain it yeah
Lately I been feeling like I'm gettin' all attached
And I don't want to face it
Get my heart broke, I cannot fake it
Baby arch it when I fuck you hit from the back
And make a nigga taste it 'cause
Fuckin' these hoes ain't workin'
Lil brown bag them Birkin
I been taking you serious
Run it right back who the fuck you cursin'
These hoes they be twerkin'
I don't give a fuck 'bout the cost
She think I'm a dog
And I think I might give it all
I got
Dog ways Imma give up
Got these hoes on me tryna lick up
Pull up witta blicky nigga sticked up
I be wallen gotta big up
I be tired of the mix up
See the guap big bank
Might just put my heart in a tank
Big ol 40 aim it right at ya face yeah uh
Told her just be careful
Hit her right back don't care
These niggas be talkin' I swear I don't fear 'em
Who that boy? Don't feel him
I been feeling upset
More than little crushes
And its more than little blushes
Ooh got new bands in my coupe
My brudda go in he gon' shoot
Who the fuck don't care who is you
Why these niggas on dick more than you
You know the shit that I do
I swear I'm in love with you
Big booty got red in a coupe
I'm a fix up
Wanna buy you all the purses baby only when I fix up
Go on a island when I'm rich up told baby pick up
I been feeling alone
Only want you my zone
Baby pick up the phone
Had to drop it leave you 'lone yeah
I can't explain it yeah
Lately I been feeling like I'm getting all attached
And I don't want face it
Get my heart broke I cannot fake it
Baby arch it when I fuck you hit from the back
And make a nigga taste it 'cause
Fuckin' these hoes ain't workin'
Lil brown bag them Birkin
I been taking you serious
Run it right back who the fuck you cursin'
These hoes they be twerkin'
I don't give a fuck 'bout the cost
She think I'm a dog
And I think I might give it all
Can do better
Fuck up again I'm dead her
Why you talkin like he do you better
I shoot up that nigga got whole lotta metals
I'm stuck in my bag for real I don't let her
Know that I'm for real I don't tell her
Whole designer bag I'm get 'em
And she climbing back I won't let her
Bitch I'm a virgo
Only want you in my circle
I pay twenty five hunnit the jean jacket
Every song on my single I hurt those
Let me show forreal what it's worth though
It don't nothing to me Imma say how I'm feelin'
Is it worth though?
I don't want no distraction I swear it's a curse oh
You got it
I swear to god you poppin'
I do whatever I want 'cause I'm poppin'
I do whatever I want 'cause I got it
Ex shorty tripping 'cause she didn't call it
Wanna be switchin' and want to be trifling
Don't give a fuck, I don't tolerate lying
Eye of a tiger, the heart of a lion
I'm a fix up
Wanna buy you all the purses baby only when I fix up
Go on a island when I'm rich up told baby pick up
I been feeling alone
Only want you in my zone
Baby pick up the phone
Had to drop it leave you 'lone yeah
I can't explain it yeah
Lately I been feeling like I'm gettin' all attached
And I don't want face it
Get my heart broke I cannot fake it
Baby arch it when I fuck you hit from the back
And make a nigga taste it 'cause
Fuckin' these hoes ain't workin'
Lil brown bag them Birkin
I been taking you serious
Run it right back who the fuck you cursin'
These hoes they be twerkin'
I don't give a fuck 'bout the cost
She think I'm a dog
And I think that I might give it all



Writer(s): Aaron Tago, Adrian Justin Baez, Orlando Brossie


Justin Rarri - 4EVARARRi
Album 4EVARARRi
date de sortie
25-10-2019




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