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Fucked Up Lyrics by Papa-Bear

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[Hook: Papa-Bear]
I'm fucked up!
You can see it in my walk
You can hear it when I talk
My nigga, I'm fucked up!
I done drank too much
I done smoked too much
I done sniffed some drugs
I'm fucked up! (So fucking fucked up!)
So fucked up! (I'm motherfucking corned!)
I'm fucked up! (I'm so fucked up!)
So fucked up!
[Verse 1: Papa-Bear]
I'm so fucked up, I don't even know what time it is
I'm so fucked up, I don't even know who's bitch this is
I'm so fucked up, I don't even really give a shit
I'm so fucked up, Imma have to hit
Give her the dick, with a bow on top of it, here's your present
Now, don't ever say I don't buy you gifts
Not afraid to say, I'm not a nigga with a lotta game
Guess these hoes like the way I rock my clothes
Ask for her name, start the convo
See if she's down to smoke, later we go to my home
And I hit it like bongos, don't kick her out pronto unless she's psycho (Crazy bitch!)
But if she's cool, she can spend the night, it's alright, I don't mind
[Hook: Papa-Bear]
I'm fucked up!
You can see it in my walk
You can hear it when I talk
My nigga, I'm fucked up!
I done drank too much
I done smoked too much
I done sniffed some drugs
I'm fucked up! (So fucking fucked up!)
So fucked up! (I'm motherfucking corned!)
I'm fucked up! (I'm so fucked up!)
So fucked up!
[Verse 2: Papa-Bear]
Killing a bottle of Gin
Drinking with bitches and friends
The room has just started to spin
Shot after shot, pop tops like a Glock
Rock spots like a Cheetah
Cop pot, pass the cheeba
Imma wide open receiver
Time to Lambo leap up in ya beaver
Wear a rubba, you not fit to be my child's mother, NO!
Welcome to South Florida
Where dealers get roped slanging dope
Lost hope, smokin' weed to cope
Nicotine got you choked
Tourists think it's the purist
That's the art of hustling
Money guzzling, product coming in, product being shipped
Hope it floats, better not sink
Sipping on my purple drink, I call it that Barney
Part of the Codeine Army
[Outro: Papa-Bear]
All my purple people, stand up, spark up, po' up, roll blunts
All my purple people, stand up, spark up, po' up, roll blunts
All my purple people, stand up, spark up, po' up, roll blunts
All my purple people, stand up, spark up, po' up, roll blunts
Uh-huh, get fucked up!
Credits
Papa-Bear

Papa-Bear

About “Fucked Up” by Papa-Bear

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