
Date of issue: 30.12.2009
Song language: English
FlipCup |
Yeah Uhh |
Sometimes we get to fucked up |
Know what im saying |
This ones dedicated to all the homies, homie |
fucking up there house and shit |
yo |
yo yo |
me and my homies got a problem with drinking |
its not what your thinking |
chugging till the cop’s is lights blinking |
and they pulling up behind us |
shine there brights trying to blind us |
put the weed where they can’t find it in some bitches vagina |
is she a minor well im hiding behind her |
as hanging out the window that’s a big fucking Hi-NAA |
where my license go B |
yo I can’t even find it |
so now we drag racing pigs while where drinking and driving |
A bad situation I be laughing and rhyming |
fingering this dime deep, with impecable timing |
trying to get my weed out and she be coming and crying |
earlier we went ditching endience, swithcing to rhyming |
I wanna get out this girl keeps whining |
in fact you can’t be saying that swerving like a maniac |
freestyling saved the track |
then we fucking made it back |
you started doing blow and she never even blazed a sack |
I guess we got to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
but thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
sometimes I get to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
but thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
so smack the bitch she acting corny, snatch a forty |
man you sure this shit is all gravy |
yes Dagitory ask the shorty |
D.T.F got T. I. T’S |
im only eighteen myself so we dont check ID’s |
and in the V.I.P I be like B.I.G |
call me M.I.C |
they wanna be like me |
now we swimming and drinking, what where we thinking |
downing and drowning |
pass them around and we be clowning |
this girls stripping down to there ankles in the sound-in |
to handles of admirable nelsons we be pounding |
Ahh shit |
im just thinking out loud |
and |
im outlandish |
neighbors can’t stand us |
drinking till we can’t stand up |
put your hands up |
an M. C getting hammered means you can’t touch |
this |
so swallow when i bust kid |
I need a freak who is down to fuck and get my nuts licked |
but yo too got to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
and thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
sometimes I get to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
and thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
see I was singing Hip, Hip-Hop you don’t stop |
back when little weezy sang |
wuahh wuahh wuahh wuahh wuahh |
number one stunna the type of shit im feeling |
but he had to sell loli-pops to make a hundred million |
I don’t hate little wayne he’ll probably die a martir |
He made three platinum CD’s named the Carter |
who better in the game Andre, Drake, and Hova |
Im an outcast whos so far gone im taking over |
get myself cut so they can make the poster |
flip-cup im over that bitch like a toaster |
Cause mrs. |
Box wasn’t much of a cat |
sometimes I get to fucked up and call up my ex to say |
I popped a vessel pill |
damn this shit is hella ill |
going back to Cali where we only smoke that Medi-Kill |
Kid-Cudi still nutty, freestyling day and night |
its silly putty that, that drunk bitch fell in love me |
maybe she got to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
sometimes we get to fucked up |
But thats just how it Is so flip that red cup |
Sometimes I get to fucked up |
Sometimes we get to fucked up |
Sometimes we get to fucked up |
but thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
yeah |
sometimes i get to fucked up |
sometimes I get so fucked up |
Maybe I was just so fucked up |
but that just how it is so flip that red cup |
kid |