- F*cked Up [Produced by Mars] 歌詞 The Game
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- These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me, I think
These niggas got me f**ked up
I be on the block with that chrome boy, Postin up with my home boy
Leanin on the 2 tone boy, What you want for them zones boy
10-5, 10-4, put it on the scale, add a little more
Take a shot of that tron boy, bag it up and then gone boy
They givin out, watch yourself on that phone boy
They gave me seven mama singing that song boy
We gettin money baby, we gettin cash money
Stuntin like im Birdman, sittin on my cash
120 on the dash, 4 on the wheeeeels
Paper stacking too long boy, blowing cheech and that chong boy
Better watch that tone boy, headshots to that dome boy
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me, I think
These niggas got me f** ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me, I think
These niggas got me f**ked up
Think a nigga trip the way I walk around
Gotta keep that pistol on my hip to lay them haters down
Gotta keep them bitches on my dick then I bring around
Paper stash gon break em down, f**k em hard dont make a sound
Im all about that trap boy, ride around with that pistol
Gotta keep the bitch in my lap boy, hater niggas, come get ya
Made my niggas my niggas clean, we do it, try to intervene
Thats suicide f**kin with my team, Im blowing clouds and Im bout the cream
Yeah, and Im bout that shit, we full of chips, and Im hoes
Yall full of shit, not suckin the Os, Im too legit and Im tippin 4s
Niggas really want it, bitches lookin silly for it
Really kill the niggas for it, niggas lookin real important
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me, I think
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f* *ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me, I think
These niggas got me f**ked up
Say boy, ever had a bitch all up in your crib
Stickin that dick all up in the ribs
Then she tell f**k niggas where you live
And now they all up in your shit
Flippin matresses over, turnin couches sideways
They thinkin crime pays
Got a choppa
For the niggas that dont understand how the f**k we ope-rate and anyway get back on top of my paper chase
Kush burnin, smell the dragon, 29s, been had em
Niggas take shots, then runnin high
Well find their ass, Bin Ladin
Me and Mike in the Benz wagon, better watch your block boy
Purple clouds of that Pepe Lepue, Im gone of that Ciroc boy
Clipped up to that pop boy, holdin on to that knot boy
Palms grippin that Glock boy, we comin back for them yachts boy
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me, I think
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me f**ked up
These niggas got me , I think
These niggas got me f**ked up
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