lirik lagu bigdeucefof - act upp
[intro]
gah d~mn
what the f~ck
what the f~ck
man, that sh~t…
huh?
n~gga, what?
huh?
[hook]
what the f~ck?
this hoe bad as f~ck like yung miami, finna act up
sippin’ dirty sprite, my momma told me clean my act up
you ain’t seen a ten, so why the f~ck you tryna act tough?
remember i ain’t have it, now i’m pullin’ up in prada
let a white b~tch hold the drac, she make it sing just like madonna
in the club, i’m throwin’ ones, she shakin’ ass just like maracas
foreign baby from miami, so you know she call me “papi”
face a wood just to get high, i’m tryna shake the demons off me
[bridge]
hunnids
fifties
my money all new
[verse 1]
hop in the track, swing dat b~tch like a coupe
bad hoes in here, b~tch—i just dropped the roof
so much d~mn chicken, might buy a new coupe
hop out wit’ dat fye, that’s what they normally do
bro on dat block, boy, i know he gon’ shoot
i’m outside in miami, might be chillin’ wit’ ya boo
once you show her that you havin’, ain’t no sh~t that b~tch won’t do
flip the pack, then i’ma stack it—i like all my money blue
teach these n~ggas like a pastor, tried to cross me like they luke
used to ridin’ in a honda, now i’m hoppin’ in a coupe
n~ggas postin’ on the ‘gram—i’m like, “i got them b~tches too”
got the ball and then i passed it, told my bro it’s time to shoot
[verse 2]
got a ticket on the e~way, b~tches hangin’ out the roof
hoe been lyin’ on my name, these b~tches thinkin’ that it’s true
ion never trust a soul
i’m always sleepin’ wit’ my tool
[break]
man, what the (what the…)
what the f~ck be goin’ on, bruh
man, i don’t even know
i had to say that sh~t again and again
[hook]
what the f~ck?
this hoe bad as f~ck like yung miami, finna act up
sippin’ dirty sprite, my momma told me clean my act up
you ain’t seen a ten, so why the f~ck you tryna act tough?
remember i ain’t have it, now i’m pullin’ up in prada
let a white b~tch hold the drac, she make it sing just like madonna
in the club, i’m throwin’ ones, she shakin’ ass just like maracas
foreign baby from miami, so you know she call me “papi”
face a wood just to get high, i’m tryna shake the demons off me
[bridge]
hunnids
fifties
my money all new
[verse 3]
hop in the track, swing dat b~tch like a coupe
bad hoes in here, b~tch—i just dropped the roof
so much d~mn chicken, might buy a new coupe
hop out wit’ dat fye, that’s what they normally do
bro on dat block, boy, i know he gon’ shoot
i’m outside in miami, might be chillin’ wit’ ya boo
once you show her that you havin’, ain’t no sh~t that b~tch won’t do
flip the pack, then i’ma stack it—i like all my money blue
teach these n~ggas like a pastor, tried to cross me like they luke
used to ridin’ in a honda, now i’m hoppin’ in a coupe
n~ggas postin’ on the ‘gram—i’m like, “i got them b~tches too”
got the ball and then i passed it, told my bro it’s time to shoot
[outro]
got a ticket on the e~way, b~tches hangin’ out the roof
hoe been lyin’ on my name, these b~tches thinkin’ that it’s true
ion never trust a soul
i’m always sleepin’ wit’ my tool
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