Текст Justin Rarri – FIX UP
Текст:
Wanna fix up
Wanna buy you all the purses baby only when I fix up
Go on a island when I’m rich up told baby pick up
I been feeling alone
Baby pick up the phone
Had to drop it leave you lone yeah
I can’t explain it yeah
Lately I been feeling like I’m gettin all attached
And I don’t want face it
Been had my heart broke I cannot fake it
Baby arch it when I fuck you hit from the back
And make a nigga taste it cuz
Fuckin these hoes ain’t workin
Lil brown bag the burkin
I been taking you serious
Run it right back who the fuck you cursin
These hoes they be twerkin
Ion give fuck bout the cost
She think Imma dog
And I think I might give it all
I got
Dog ways Imma give up
Got these hoes on me tryna lick up
Pullup witta blicky nigga sticked up
I be wallen gotta big up
I be tired of the mix up
See the guap big bank
Might just put my heart in a tank
Big ol 40 aim it right at ya face yeah uh
Hit her right back don’t care
These Niggas be talkin I swear I don’t fear em
Who that boy, don’t feel him
I been feeling upset
More than little crushes
And its more than little blushes
Ooh got new bands in my coupe
My brudda go in he gon shoot
Who the fuck don’t care who is you
Why these niggas on dick more than you
You know the shit that I do
I swear I’m in love with you
Big bloody got red in a coupe
Wanna fix up
Wanna buy you all the purses baby only when I fix up
Go on a island when I’m rich up told baby pick up
I been feeling alone
Only want u my zone
Baby pick up the phone
Had to drop it leave you lone yeah
I can’t explain it yeah
Lately I been feeling like I’m getting all attached
And I don’t want face it
Been had my heart broke I cannot fake it
Baby arch it when I fuck you hit from the back
And make a nigga taste it cuz
Fuckin these hoes ain’t workin
Lil brown bag the burkin
I been taking you serious
Run it right back who the fuck you cursin
These hoes they be twerkin
Ion give fuck bout the cost
She think Imma dog
And I think I might give it all
Can do better
Fuck up again I’m dead her
Why you talkin like he do you better
I shoot up that nigga got whole lotta metals
I’m stuck in my bag for real I don’t let her
Know that I’m for real I don’t tell her
Whole designer bag I’m get em
And she climbing back I won’t let her
Bitch Imma virgo
Only want you in my circle
I pay 25 hunnit the jean jacket
If we talkin bout singles I hurt those
Let me show forreal what its worth tho
It don’t nothing to me Imma say how I’m feelin
Is it worth tho
I don’t want no distraction I swear its curse oh
You got it
I swear to god you poppin
I do whatever I want cuz I’m poppin
I do whatever I want cuz I got it
Ex shorty tripping cuz she didn’t call it
Wanna be switchin and want to be trifling
Don’t give a fuck I don’t tolerate lying
I got a tiger but heart of the lion
Wanna fix up
Wanna buy you all the purses baby only when I fix up
Go on a island when I’m rich up told baby pick up
I been feeling alone
Only want u my zone
Baby pick up the phone
Had to drop it leave you lone yeah
I can’t explain it yeah
Lately I been feeling like I’m gettin all attached
And I don’t want face it
Been had my heart broke I cannot fake it
Baby arch it when I fuck you hit from the back
And make a nigga taste it cuz
Fuckin these hoes ain’t workin
Lil brown bag the burkin
I been taking you serious
Run it right back who the fuck you cursin
These hoes they be twerkin
Ion give fuck bout the cost
She think Imma dog
And I think I might give it all
