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romilli - fuckin it up lyrics
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[intro]
squad boyz
aye aye
milli
[hook: romilli]
you know i’m runnin’ it up uh
n-ggas be weak when they jump on a beat
but they not even f-ckin’ it up uh
f-ck up a check but ain’t f-ckin’ a b-tch
so the money she suckin’ it up uh
i hit the trap wit’ a pound of the pakk
but the money i’m f-ckin’ it up uh uh uh aye
you know i’m runnin’ it up uh
i left the trap wit’ the brick on the table
and savage was cuttin’ it up uh
all you rappers ain’t really no shooters
my n-ggas they up it and bust uh
was juggin’ in school
i got me a zip of the strong to stink up the bus uh
[verse 1: romilli]
i’m ridin’ heavy wit’ sticks in a chevy
you know that i don’t give a f-ck aye
n-ggas be fakin’ like they compet-tion
boy hop yo lil’ -ss on the bus aye
we eatin’ good might post in yo hood
and sell off a back of a truck aye
one thing for sure and two things for certain
that i gotta keep it on tuck aye
i know some n-ggas that dig you a grave
and some n-ggas shovin’ em up aye
i used to smoke and never get high
cause i wasn’t inhalin’ enough aye
n-ggas be talkin’ on twitter
as soon as we catch em we shuttin’ em up aye
all of the b-tches that i’m tryna’ f-ck wit’
when i catch em i’m nuttin’ em up aye
[hook: romilli]
you know i’m runnin’ it up uh
n-ggas be weak when they jump on a beat
but they not even f-ckin’ it up uh
f-ck up a check but ain’t f-ckin’ a b-tch
so the money she suckin’ it up uh
i hit the trap wit’ a pound of the pakk
but the money i’m f-ckin’ it up uh uh uh aye
you know i’m runnin’ it up uh
i left the trap wit’ the brick on the table
and savage was cuttin’ it up uh
all you rappers ain’t really no shooters
my n-ggas they up it and bust uh
was juggin’ in school
i got me a zip of the strong to stink up the bus uh
[verse 2: sam pain]
uh uh uh uh 13 was runnin’ it up
i kept me a tool you think imma move
then imma load it up and bust
remember i wanted to f-ck
the b-tches wasn’t f-ckin’ wit’ us
see now i got cash she all on my -ss
i probably could f-ck when i want
on the beat i’m michael myers
in the booth it’s halloween
ice wit’ the leather jacket
when i step i feel like billy jean
and i was raised in the trap
comin’ out my babysitter was a fiend
by the time we turn 16
we was askin’ how to work a beam
yeah
[hook: romilli]
you know i’m runnin’ it up uh
n-ggas be weak when they jump on a beat
but they not even f-ckin’ it up uh
f-ck up a check but ain’t f-ckin’ a b-tch
so the money she suckin’ it up uh
i hit the trap wit’ a pound of the pakk
but the money i’m f-ckin’ it up uh uh uh aye
you know i’m runnin’ it up uh
i left the trap wit’ the brick on the table
and savage was cuttin’ it up uh
all you rappers ain’t really no shooters
my n-ggas they up it and bust uh
was juggin’ in school
i got me a zip of the strong to stink up the bus uh
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