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Y'all Fucked Up Now Lyrics

"Y'all Fucked Up Now" was written by Kasseem Daoud Dean;david Styles;jason Phillips;sean Jacobs;darrin Dean.
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Yeah, two guns up motherfucker
Yeah, niggaz runnin' around yappin' with dicks in they mouth
My niggaz, shit is serious, L.O.X.
Couldnt even put three niggaz together
And come up with this combination, faggot
Shit is fo real, yo

I pack a 4 5, puff a blunt and get high
Dont give a fuck if I die 'cause my son is alive
I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise
Coulda died ten times that made me live

Sell my soul, not for no cars and gold
I been through it 'cause my scars is old
Remember the time I used to puff dimes
And think the law was cold

Back then when my mom played my fathers role
Now Im a man runnin' with a gun in the vest
It feel good with my son on my chest
I wanna quit but Im one of the best
Fuck around, I might run to the west
Lay low and get blunted to death

Niggaz is wack, I cant say it plainer than that
Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back
Fuck the middle 'cause the middle do a lot and a little
Stuck in between but yall niggaz wont see the riddle
Settle for less, a General but dont meddle my chest

Die for my niggas nevertheless, cant find a nigga better than this
Kiss and the louch, every man ahead of the group, regretting the coup
Yall niggas want the red in my boots, hole in my shirt
Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt
I see the rollie not move but the shit still work
Motherfucker, thatll make you a jerk, cocksucker

Ayyo, what yall gon' do now
Yall fucked up now, niggas
How deep is your crew now
Yall fucked up now
Dont make us heat you down
Yall fucked up now
We the nicest niggas around
Yall fucked up now

I pay off blue suits that's sucio
And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo, a bad bitch they kill
So when you put the dogs on her, you smell massengill
Summers eve, puttin' drugs in coffee hip to the Ds
I play smarter, thats why my flights now be charter
Ten seater, what you know about a Porsche at a meter

Next to koochie freak those, tickets keep those
And you can mail to my postbox down in Mel rose
I aint the nigga that you see posted on cop walls
Im that eighteen and up mami's on my balls

Yall cant figure the great one, sheek be jason not cops
But that legendary nigga my pops
I bust shots like bums at a bar but far from a lush
Everything about this cat be plush

And Im quick to do dirt since Im through your shirt
Like nothing, lift a arm, I hit those under your wing
Yo, why you following this cat, hey, he about to get pushed back
You could poke your chest out in the street, thats cool

But in a bing this fool was like Louis rich meat
We dont run from yall, we scatter for guns on yall
What you know about two 380s inside a basketball
And when its beef, store on his side with burners on coronas
We the best that ever did it, if you need us, telephone us
What the fuck nigga

Ayyo, what yall gon' do now
Yall fucked up now, niggas
How deep is your crew now
Yall fucked up now
Dont make us heat you down
Yall fucked up now
We the nicest niggas around
Yall fucked up now

Yo, a nigga wanna go to war with kiss, find him a ditch
Old school niggas tell me, I remind 'em of rich
'Cause I take the kids shopping and send 'em on bus trips
Hoppin' out a rough six with sweats and scuffed kicks

I supply all the dealers and tell 'em to stuff nix
I done signed every autograph and took every flick
Im quite sure that I coulda hit every chick
But I didnt ones that I did give 'em heavy dick

All day the lox flow hotter than Broadway
Election time tryin' na cop blow in the hallway
And there aint enough plates for yall to eat with me
Stingy nigga but I share my slugs equally

I put half where your waist at and half where your face at
Yo, we in from a new spot, let somebody taste that
From your street rappins only one of my plans
I got dirty south niggas payin' a hundred a gram

And I could care less how much you shift the scan
However you get it you supposed to hit your man
But we dont hold the grudges, we control the budgets
And do whatever the fuck we wanna do, nigga fuck it

Ayyo, what yall gon do now
Yall fucked up now
We the nicest niggas around
Yall fucked up now
Ayyo, what yall gon do now
Yall fucked up

Songwriters
Kasseem Daoud Dean;David Styles;Jason Phillips;Sean Jacobs;Darrin Dean

Published by
UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORPORATION;SWIZZ BEATZ;DEAD GAME PUBLISHING;JAE'WONS PUBLISHING;SHEEK LOUCHION PUBLISHING;PANIRO'S PUBLISHING

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