Young Mugz - FUCKED UP. lyrics
[Hook: Mugz] Aye, f**ed up, f**ed up, f**ed up, who, hey f**ed up, f**ed up, f**ed up, you, hey p**y n***a know he done f**ed up Lame n***a better know his luck up p**y n***a know he f**ed up Lame n***a better know his luck up [Verse 1: Mugz] Cut the engine, before she mention Stop the hoe before she even start She got hurt she ain't know my worth I'm davey jones I don't gotta heart Nia long better play your part Give her a facial it's a work of art Break her back like a pop tart She give me brain until she go ed We can't save her cause she brain dead Stab him watch him bleed fluff teddy bear n***as like ted If he got a appetite feed him bombs with a side of lead Treat that p**y like a slip and slide no condom Ima cum inside Plan b kid denied, watch my money mutiply Honey I just cloned my presidents Ski mask gloves black ain't no evidence If touch me then he f**ed Up lil n***a know he f**ed up [Hook: $ki Mask the $lump God (x2)] Aye, f**ed up, f**ed up, f**ed up, who, hey f**ed up, f**ed up, f**ed up, you, hey p**y n***a know he done f**ed up Lame n***a better know his luck up p**y n***a know he f**ed up Lame n***a better know his luck up [Verse 2: $ki Mask the $lump God] Like it's Noah's Ark, that p**y wet, no water-park She said drop that meat in me just like a shopping cart Told me "Head straight to the back" just like I'm Rosa Parks Walked up in the bank with pack that smell like donkey fart Moose game poison dagger aye f** my conscience, I'll stab ya Ask that hoe what's vrackin Slide up on a n***a like a care package Bare in that p**y, like Smokey Chain swing like rodeo ropy Diamonds so wet that they soapy Watch them mingle like they do the hokey-pokey Aye yo' color diamonds humpty dumpty horror story Feel like Dexter, got double-D's in my laboratory Eat it with the sweet-sour sauce like six-piece sauce Freedom; f** the cops, free Keke Wreck a p**y n***a, come see me uh Make him say goodbye like a Ouija [Outro:Mugz] Dark tempo, mosh pit in the office throwing elbows Weed greener than meadows and darker than Satans demos Tryna get signed while dodging all the signs, bullet holes in the Nissan, but it's way beyond A little peace, pistol piece heat em like fish grease Burn his soul to ashes then light matches on his little niece This is when Angel speaks, my soul wreaks