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Shoreline Mafia – Fuck It Up Lyrics

Fuck It Up By Shoreline Mafia

Pull some of that bass out, Bruce

Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I’m in her living room, back-to-back with your bitch
She only let me hit it ’cause a nigga got hits (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I’m in her living room, back-to-back with your bitch
She only let me hit it ’cause a nigga got hits

I’ma let a bitch choose, you gon’ pick her out (Pick her out)
You gon’ put her on your page, I’m gon’ dig her out (Dig her out)
You gon’ cuddle with the bitch, I’m finna kick her out (Finna kick her out)
Gettin’ money, fuckin’ bitches, what a nigga ’bout (That’s what a nigga ’bout)
Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick (On the dick)
She only let me hit it ’cause a nigga got rich (‘Cause I’m rich)
I’ve been sippin’ lean like a nigga got sick (Like I’m sick)
You pull up with yo’ homie like that nigga ain’t snitched (Ayy, ayy)
I keep a Glock with a drum, call it Nick Cannon (Drumline)
You gon’ let her in your car, I leave the bitch stranded (Ayy)
I’m a real heartbreaker, leave a bitch damaged
Like a magic show, I’m finna make a bitch vanish (A bitch vanish)
I got commas in my bank like a phone number (Phone number)
She keep calling me, I say she got the wrong number (Ayy)
I got commas in my bank like a phone number (Like a phone number)
She keep calling me, I say she got the wrong number (Wrong number)

Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I’m in her living room, back-to-back with your bitch
She only let me hit it ’cause a nigga got hits
Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I’m in her living room, back-to-back with your bitch
She only let me hit it ’cause a nigga got hits

I’m on my bankroll, finna bang it out
Get straight to the fuckin’, we ain’t makin’ out
Only hit one time, now she ain’t allowed
Had to fuck her in the whip, I can’t show the house
Since I gained a couple pounds, I can’t chase a bitch
I’ll take a bitch phone, tryna take a flick
She been plottin’ on this dick, now she make a list
The way I hit it from the back how you make a kid
You heard a nigga got a bag, what it look like?
Spent sixty on the whip, this the good life
Made ten in a day, it’s a good night
No gram lit with no car, they don’t live right
Tryna tell me ’bout yo’ life, bitch, shut it up
I’m tryna bust a quick nut just to sum it up
Before I ever hit a bitch, gotta buckle up
I’ll turn a bitch out, fuck turnin’ up

Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I’m in her living room, back-to-back with your bitch
She only let me hit it ’cause a nigga got hits
Fuck it up, bitch, do it on the dick
Blow her back quick but I never been a trick
I’m in her living room, back-to-back with your bitch
She only let me hit it ’cause a nigga got hits