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FUCK IT UP Video (MV)




Performed By: Pouya
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Kevin Pouya, Christopher Rex Rockwell
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Pouya - FUCK IT UP Lyrics
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All But 6 the gang, I got these bitches shaking ass for me
Running up on me, I might hit you with a fatality
I don't break my neck for somebody who's still on salary
So waddle out my life like you a duck
I don't give a f*ck about these bitches who ain't f*cking
I don't give a f*ck about these rappers bluffing like they're tough, yuh
I need my money up front, If you wanna get in touch
And if I want it I can get your body touched
Baby Bone gon' f*ck it up
Yeah, I'm at the Trump playing golf in my trunks
Florida boy riding on dunks Baby Bone gon' f*ck it up, yuh
I'm at the Wynn on a binge
'Bout a half a million in, I'm f*cking stuck
Baby Bone gon' f*ck it up (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
I'm in the 305, lucky just to be alive (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
Make a wrong turn and you might die
Baby Bone gon' f*ck it up (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
I'm in the Malibu like it's 1992 (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
Sipping on a 40, it's a vibe
Baby Bone gon'

F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up

I'm a Dade County legend, I'm creeping up out the swamp
I got bread on your head, my Samoans will knock you off
We ain't scared, we got switches and bitches holding on Glocks
We prepared for whatever, All But 6 we ride at dawn
Yeah, yeah, I've been balling like my name was DeRozan
Yeah, yeah, all these bitches wait in line to be chosen
Yeah, yeah, sub-zero on my neck, stay frozen
Yeah, yeah, bitch look like Sheeva, I'm not going

My bitch look like Sonya Blade, I could be your Johnny Cage
Don't make me have to cut you off like Jax
I get f*cked up, I'm Shang Tsung, I turn into a demon
Gotta be careful 'cause I just might not come back (back)
Get the f*ck up before you get your shit rocked (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
I pull up with a 380 and I tucked it in my socks, yuh (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
"Kick rocks," what I'm telling to them bops (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
Dade County, Florida boy (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
Baby Bone, I got it locked yuh (yuh, yuh)

F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
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All But 6 the gang, I got these bitches shaking ass for me
Running up on me, I might hit you with a fatality
I don't break my neck for somebody who's still on salary
So waddle out my life like you a duck
I don't give a f*ck about these bitches who ain't f*cking
I don't give a f*ck about these rappers bluffing like they're tough, yuh
I need my money up front, If you wanna get in touch
And if I want it I can get your body touched
Baby Bone gon' f*ck it up
Yeah, I'm at the Trump playing golf in my trunks
Florida boy riding on dunks Baby Bone gon' f*ck it up, yuh
I'm at the Wynn on a binge
'Bout a half a million in, I'm f*cking stuck
Baby Bone gon' f*ck it up (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
I'm in the 305, lucky just to be alive (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
Make a wrong turn and you might die
Baby Bone gon' f*ck it up (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
I'm in the Malibu like it's 1992 (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
Sipping on a 40, it's a vibe
Baby Bone gon'

F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up

I'm a Dade County legend, I'm creeping up out the swamp
I got bread on your head, my Samoans will knock you off
We ain't scared, we got switches and bitches holding on Glocks
We prepared for whatever, All But 6 we ride at dawn
Yeah, yeah, I've been balling like my name was DeRozan
Yeah, yeah, all these bitches wait in line to be chosen
Yeah, yeah, sub-zero on my neck, stay frozen
Yeah, yeah, bitch look like Sheeva, I'm not going

My bitch look like Sonya Blade, I could be your Johnny Cage
Don't make me have to cut you off like Jax
I get f*cked up, I'm Shang Tsung, I turn into a demon
Gotta be careful 'cause I just might not come back (back)
Get the f*ck up before you get your shit rocked (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
I pull up with a 380 and I tucked it in my socks, yuh (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
"Kick rocks," what I'm telling to them bops (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
Dade County, Florida boy (f*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up)
Baby Bone, I got it locked yuh (yuh, yuh)

F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
F*ck it up, Baby Bone, f*ck it up
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Writer: Kevin Pouya, Christopher Rex Rockwell
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