M.I.M.E - Fuck It Up (feat. TWXN & Erks)

Lost my keys lost my wallet. Lost my motherfuckin' cellphone
Ha
Yeah
Yeah
My rap it ain't no cap in it
I might have to leave this bitch quick so I back in it
Gucci bag I got the the strap in it
You said your mama raised a hoe well baby girl put your back in it
Do it in a split
That ain't shit
Lemme see if you can do it on the dick
You know I'm too legit
I got 99 problems not a issue with a bitch
You know my money straight
You wanna fuck a rich nigga put that pussy in my face
I ain't going on no dates
Get your shit together cuz your Uber on the way
It's on the way bitch
I'm in the club hell no I ain't sober
You, you and yo friend lemme see ya
You already know
Yeah your mama raised a stripper and your granny raised a ho
She gone fuck me off the strength and imma fuck her on the floor
Beat that pussy from behind while I'm blowing out the smoke
Then go call the bitch a Uber cuz you already know
You can't stay here bitch
Cuz you only wanna sleep here cuz they say I'm rich
If yo boyfriend kick the door he better lay me down
Cuz on my mama this ain't bout to be no Terry Brown
But I digress
Roll a blunt then suck my dick
While I'm thumbin' through a check
Film it for your OnlyFans and we gone put it on the net
Call your thick home girl and watch me put her on her neck.
That's for respect
That's for respect
Naw, that's for that check bitch
Aye man you got one rolled up
Talk to me nice
Keep one lit and one comin'
Lil bitch trippin' I stay on her throat found out I been hitting her cousin
Now that y'all know shit, tell her come over and we can finish the discussion
Ain't nothing to talk about really
I just tryna see if we fucking
Fire one up kick back
Keep one on the tuck, make them lil niggas duck
Gone tell lil buddy relax
Let him know he ain't fucking with that
I got double the straps
Put one in his cap
Got his lil bitch lit, running for snacks
Might send him a clip when I nut on her back then she make a run with the pack
Now back to bringing it in
Hit a ole thing now we thingin' again
Pull out my mic now she singing again
Slid through the ming with her friend
I hit both of em, dip and ain't talk to them bitches again
Bruh I just chill and get money
Aint gotta do much, if they feel it keep reelin' em in

Written by:
Antwan Simmons, Erik Fradieu, Marshall Drayton

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