Saucy Santana - Fuck It Up paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Fuck It Up - Saucy Santana



Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
It's Trax season bruh
Fuck it up bitch, let 'em know (let 'em know)
Fuck it up bitch, hit the floor (hit the floor)
Grab your friends, go to do what you do (woo)
Fuck that nigga, dust that nigga, don't let him break you (nah)
Fuck it up bitch, show you right (show you right)
Fuck it up, we livin' single tonight (single)
Lil' daddy, keep your eyes on the prize
Don't make one wrong move 'cause if you slip, I slide
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (ahh)
King Push, go and skate with your crew (hoo)
You're worried 'bout me, I ain't worried 'bout you (nah)
With that big ass head and them big ass clothes
And that lil' ass dick wit' your tired ass hoes
I want rich nigga habits, rich nigga habits (rich nigga)
A big baller with the cabbage, baller with the cabbage (cabbage)
You can look all you want but don't grab it (grab)
You could beg all you want, you better jack it
Nigga asked my mood, I'm a savage
I put the L in luscious and lavish (lavish)
You can't ride me round in a Stratus (nah)
Cop me a carriage, diamonds and carats
Unappreciate broke niggas bitches not cherish
Long money make this pussy spin like you on a Ferris
Mo to the—, not esha (ahh)
More money what's gon' make you a keeper (yeah)
Fuck it up bitch, let 'em know (let 'em know)
Fuck it up bitch, hit the floor (hit the floor)
Grab your friends, go to do what you do (woo)
Fuck that nigga, dust that nigga, don't let him break you (nah)
Fuck it up bitch, show you right (show you right)
Fuck it up, we livin' single tonight (single)
Lil' daddy, keep your eyes on the prize
Don't make one wrong move 'cause if you slip, I slide
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (ahh)
It's too hot in this bitch, catch a fever (woo-woo)
This ain't Ripley, still make him a believer
Cup full of Remy but bitch I ain't Shether (Shether)
You can't fuck my friends, you ain't fuckin' me neither
Bitch, stop talkin' that shit
Drape my pussy in Chanel not no TRUKFIT (fuck nigga)
Bitch, stop tellin' them lies
If you ain't got the money nigga, bye bye
Dance like you fuck, don't fuck like you dance
Bow legged in the club, he fucked up out my stance
(Girl the way you movin' got him in a trance)
Small toys, broke boys, you ain't got a chance
You ain't fuck me for free, why you lying? (lying ass nigga)
Hula hoop on the dick, I'm Hawaiiain
Pussy nigga, you the goat, I'm the lion (goat)
Send the nigga to his mammy, have him crying
Fuck it up bitch, let 'em know (let 'em know)
Fuck it up bitch, hit the floor (hit the floor)
Grab your friends, go to do what you do (woo)
Fuck that nigga, dust that nigga, don't let him break you (nah)
Fuck it up bitch, show you right (show you right)
Fuck it up, we livin' single tonight (single)
Lil' daddy, keep your eyes on the prize
Don't make one wrong move 'cause if you slip, I slide
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up bitch (ahh)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (ahh)
Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
It's Trax season bruh



Writer(s): John Norris Iii, Rashad Spain


Saucy Santana - Pretty Little Gangsta
Album Pretty Little Gangsta
date de sortie
29-07-2020




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