YFN Lucci (Feat. Plies) - Fucked On | Текст песни

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You keep me decked out in the latest
Takin me to new places
Got me calling my friends like damn he's the greatest
Said love is over rated
Somebody lied
And the way you make me feel got me elevated
I don't ask questions
When it come around that
Telling me that you ready to go
I don't ask questions
When we go out you telling me you got all this money to blow
Run it up
We run it up
I don't ask questions
Run it up
We run it up

Okay look flyer than a pilot
And it's highest I'm the fliest
I'm on weed and she on molly
I'm a King and she a Goddess
Got codeine all in my body
Got that dope cause she a fiend she said she need it in her body
Plus she ain't said no
Promise you my world
Your my favorite girl
I'm in love bruh
Every single thing about her got me fucked up
Oh every single thing about us stay between us
We made a promise can't nobody come between us
4 thousand for Yezzus
No limit on the Beezer
Taking trips to a Beezer
Dang and if we be copin red bottoms like sneakers
A cool million when you see us
They could never ever see us

You keep me decked out in the latest
Takin me to new places
Got me calling my friends like damn he's the greatest
Said love is over rated
Somebody lied
And the way you make me feel got me elevated
I don't ask questions
When it come around that
Telling me that you ready to go
I don't ask questions
When we go out you telling me you got all this money to blow
Run it up
We run it up
I don't ask questions
Run it up
We run it up

Okay now lately
I've been seeing you daily
On my mind like crazy
We should be like
Baby you should come a little close to me
Take you around the whole globe with me
Treat you like a Queen buy you everything show you how life posed to be
Girl you just don't know

Yeah
Boy you just don't know
Yeah
Baby I'll do anything I mean anything
Just thought the same baby now it's you in my arms

She always mad when I ain't home
I be working late tryna put me out
Cause I ain't answer my phone
That was my mistake
If anything know I gotchu baby
If anything every weekend I'm probably out of state
Hey we gotta get paid

You keep me decked out in the latest
Takin me to new places
Got me calling my friends like damn he's the greatest
Said love is over rated
Somebody lied
And the way you make me feel got me elevated
I don't ask questions
When it come around that
Telling me that you ready to go
I don't ask questions
When we go out you telling me you got all this money to blow
Run it up
We run it up
I don't ask questions
Run it up
We run it up

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