Fuck it up by Dollbreaker (Ft. Depth Strida)
Fuck it up by Dollbreaker (Ft. Depth Strida)

Fuck it up

Dollbreaker & Depth Strida * Track #12 On misanthropic

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Fuck it up Lyrics

Dollbreaker

Up in this shit and i'm poppin with confidence
Don't fuck with people got no time for arguing
Gimme some top while I grip on the blade
Never catch feelings, love blood and the pain
Your girl on my Dick, she wantin my kids
She bouncin up on me, she touchin my ribs
I'm flippin her over
She loving this shit got her archin her back like the Golden gate bridge
Fuckin it up and you just want more
You lovin the beatin, I Guess youre a whore
Grabbin your neck, put you through the door
Then open your throat all over the floor

Flow likе a bitch who did way too much coke
Need to relax, grab a Bong have a tokе
This bitch just keeps callin she
Don't get the message so I go on over and I make her choke

Fuck it up
Grab boots and a mask
Break in through windows, start grabbin at cash
Reach for the piece, drop them fuckers fast
Then hop in the whip and start floorin the gas
Fuck it up
Grab boots and a mask
Break in through windows, start grabbin at cash
Reach for the piece, drop them fuckers fast
Then hop in the whip and start floorin the gas
Fuck it up
Grab boots and a mask
Break in through windows, start grabbin at cash
Reach for the piece, drop them fuckers fast
Then hop in the whip and start floorin the gas
Fuck it up
Grab boots and a mask
Break in through windows, start grabbin at cash
Reach for the piece, drop them fuckers fast
Then hop in the whip and start floorin the gas

Depth strida

Bitch my flow like a plague
Lurkin dirty like a rat
Im just tryna get Rich
I wanna smoke on that pack
I wanna roll with the gat
Let me wet up yo whole fuckin clique
One breath I go stealth
My biggest enemy is myself
My barret has never missed
Bust the knive thru yo chest
In your eyes dies the past
Make his soul fade away real swift

Knock knock suprise bitch im bout to put ya lights out
This ain't no baseball bitch you won't get a timeout
I disarm his weapon im pulling and the mag out
He won't stand a Chance theres no way he can break out
Soldiers movin forward im fighting my way thru it
Thermal counts bout 6 theres no way im gonna lose to them
Throw an angled flashbang fuck im feeling like John wick Man
Moving lurking thru they alley like im playing hitman

He dont know that he dont want no beef w me
He dont know that I read his mind so easily
So I bump into him take his phone with me
Mercenaries on the road we patrolin bitch

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Fuck it up was produced by D.W. (CAN).

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