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Fredo Santana - Fuck You Up Lyrics (feat. Soulja Boy & Tadoe)

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Fredo Santana – Fuck You Up Lyrics (feat. Soulja Boy & Tadoe)

Turn up on the fuck, nigga we don’t give no fuck
We got thirties in the cut, where the f*ck you are?
Turn up on the fuck, nigga we don’t give no fuck
We got thirties in the cut, where the f*ck you are?

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Turn up on the fuck, nigga we don’t give no fuck
We got thirties in the cut, where the f*ck you up?
Turn up on the fuck, nigga we don’t give no fuck
We got thirties in the cut, where the f*ck you up?
Where the fuck you up? Where the fuck you up?
We got thirties in the cut, where the f*ck you up?
We got thirties in the cut, where the f*ck you up?
We got thirties in the cut, where the f*ck you up?

.. in the cut, Fredo in the cut,
Pull up in the cut, shooting shit up
pull up to the club, shoot the shit up,
pull up in that Porsche, not the roof fall,
red beem on this nose call em .Rudolf
bitch is big soldier, yeah a big soldier,
I didn’t took over, pull up in the white rose
bank color coke drink wippin with the soda,
little dray and Fredo bitch we’re taking over,
SOD bitch, bitch, baby BBE bitch
fresh as fuck riding through this streets bitch,
if a nigga talk he better know I’m packy,
ready for the ashy, keep that nigga out the traffic,
where the f*ck you up, f*ck you up,
this is not a game, this is not a game
hit a lick, lick, hop em not a change,
I had to stack 20 racks in my fucking chain,
Fredo Tadoe soldier all this bitches know my name.

[Hook:]

Pull up to the club with this thirties talk,
I can real talk but shoot you up,
we don’t give a f*ck, we go nuts,
been up in the field, no I’m the charts,
I can ..all heart, we blame the chart,
got the thirty on me, no like them bar,
catch you in the field, it’s a drill,
rolling off for pill, this shit is real,
rolling up the molly while in the party
pull off in the rari shoot up the party,
now your man then, but bitch I’m sorry,
bitch I’m from shut rat we go the hardest
you know I walk, bitch don’t get popped,
rolling off the molly I smoke your top,
bitch I love the flex, we run through checks
shoot you with this tag right in your neck.

[Hook:]

[Fredo Santana – Fuck You Up Lyrics (feat. Soulja Boy & Tadoe)]


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