Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Fed Up, artist - Sheek Louch.
Date of issue: 07.11.2005
Song language: English
All Fed Up |
Yo let me get a cigarette son |
Yeah, fuck it, it’s not that serious |
Hey yo |
She said she all fed up |
And she talk about she lea-vin (aiyyo calm down) |
Said she won’t, be back |
'Til we get e-ven (what'chu mean get even) |
Said she gon' take, my kids |
To her momma’s for the wee-kend (yeah aight) |
I know she try to be there for me |
It’s fucked up I got caught cheat-in |
Aiyyo, I ain’t gon' lie, I got weeded all drunk and I cheated |
After the club, shorty gave me what I needed (yeah) |
That freaky side in the back of a ride |
In the back of the park, where we used to hide (oh) |
First it was a fling cause I kept her in the wing |
She knew I had a wife cause I kept her on my ring |
But she ain’t even care, she just wanted to be down |
And come around the lab when I lay a song down (right on mami) |
And even when I seen her with my lady |
She’ll walk by, I’ll walk by, no actin shady |
No prank calls, no baby momma brawls (none of that) |
Real grown lady like, up in the malls |
This whole thing is like way too good |
You almost never catch a shorty like that up in the hood (uh-uh) |
So I kept it on the hush (yeah) brought me a bat line |
And called shorty up when it was time to crush |
w/ slightly different ad libs |
Aiyyo — couple of Louis bags, the kind that J-Lo has |
Could be just lookin at the picture, she don’t gotta ask |
(You want that right there?) |
I like to spend the cash, she like to throw that ass (turn around ma) |
I remember when she first flew first class (calm down) |
I let her push the whip in, until she started flippin |
Axin me am I messin with some other chicken |
I’m like «WHOA, baby NO NO NO» |
This ain’t gon' start (uh-uh) and please be smart |
You know I got a girl, what’chu care what I do |
She like «Fuck you Sheek, whatever, we through» (whatever) |
Next day she drivin by, smilin and wavin hi |
Right in front of my house, what this bitch wanna die? |
w/ slightly different ad libs |
Hey yo, yo, I never thought it would go down like this |
This bitch got my baby momma suspicious |
My door ringin while she doin the dishes |
A dozen roses with a note sayin «kiss» |
Wait 'til I see this witch |
She got me on the couch like a muh’fuckin slouch, I’mma kill this bitch |
I’m on AllNightParties dot com |
Son lookin at like that’s not mom! |
w/ slightly different ad libs |
I never thought it would go down like this |
Bitch got my baby momma suspicious |