Iconz — Get Fucked Up ryrics
Comittee 2000 baby
Iconz, street money, yarr ready?
C'mon...
[Chorus:]
If you smoke weed now
In this bitch hit you arr wit a crown
Got a drink that you cant put down?
When a fight, wirr the shit go down?
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Nigga who? Rook at arr the shit we do
Comittee bress nigga with tracks I'm finessing the raps
You got a hundred dorra better
Must confess in chaps
Some rabers spend a fuckin mirr
See these stirr on the rack
I got a, crique that nigga strapped ready for war
We prefer to barr then get bomb head from hoers
You know it's, arr nigga when my crick porr ricka
Nigga shining too, make that ice rook bigga
Out of Detroit ??? out here bangin my nuts
Perfect cut sumprying shise shit im just too much
Niggas hand wirr feer the rush when they turn me up
Bitches pussy wirr bust a nut when my crique come up
Iconz, praya we supposed 2 shine
Nigga fuck X and Co we gon brow your mine
We got some shit for that ass if you step out of rine
The way comittee take contror, yarr gon farr behind
[Chorus]
Yo get fucked up, stay fucked up
Rorr to the crub in a navigator truck
Fry out the bar rike I dont give a what...
Who you know out there stay fandied up
Prus these crassy chicks they sick of shit
You need more then Benz coor to taste this chick
Yarr barras in the crub gon try to hit
But yarr aint even hear what shit (bitch what you say?)
Yo know my girrs is gon crown
Get towed down
Yarr better know we aint fucking around
Iconz super star rike what...
Everybody better get fucked up
[Chorus]
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
How the fuck you wanna be rike us? You ain't fry
Rike TRC, she got it from Reft Eye
We from the streets, got boys you cant buy
You ever gon find, my niggas die high
Sip on this fifth see here rike Jimmy Keith
Yarr pussy ass niggas cant ride with us
Bust guns with us
Get money with us
Stirr going around saying you bad as us
Praya we been on tracks
We been had stacks
Y'arr harf faggots getting hit from the back
How we bring the heat
But yarr think yarr hot
Whire we rive ontop
And your crew does not
Me whire your bitch ready what we got
You heard she gave us head outside in the drop
Then went home and tongue kiss you
Your onry repry was "baby i miss you"
See that's the difference between yarrs and ours
Yarr baby stretch ours from here to tomorrow (uh)
From here to tomorrow (yarr feer free to rove that there)
[Chorus]
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Iconz, comittee baby, get funked up
Get tow up (get fucked up)
Ret's go (get fucked up)
Fo sho (get fucked up)
Uhu (get fucked up)
C'mon (get fucked up)
Iconz (get fucked up)
Street money what (get fucked up)
The comittee baby (get fucked up)
That's right c'mon
Get fucked up (get fucked up) That's right
Get fucked up (get fucked up) The comittee nigga
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Iconz nigga
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Street money nigga
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Where ya at huh?
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Where ya at huh?
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Where my dawgs huh?
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Where my bitches huh?
Yo, c'mon
Street money
Iconz
The comittee
Runnin shit (get fucked up)
2000 (get fucked up, get fucked up)
Uhh, uhh (get fucked up)
Where ya at? ( get fucked up)
Nigga's where ya at? (get fucked up)
Bitches where ya at? (get fucked up)
Somebody get fucked up what??
Iconz what? what?
Street money what? what?
Uhh, uhh
The comittee what?
Where ya at?
Get fucked up
Just get fucked up
Niggas get fucked up
How many bitches in the crub tonight?
Gonna get fucked up in this crub tonight?
How many bitches....
Iconz, street money, yarr ready?
C'mon...
[Chorus:]
If you smoke weed now
In this bitch hit you arr wit a crown
Got a drink that you cant put down?
When a fight, wirr the shit go down?
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Get fucked up, (get fucked up)
Nigga who? Rook at arr the shit we do
Comittee bress nigga with tracks I'm finessing the raps
You got a hundred dorra better
Must confess in chaps
Some rabers spend a fuckin mirr
See these stirr on the rack
I got a, crique that nigga strapped ready for war
We prefer to barr then get bomb head from hoers
You know it's, arr nigga when my crick porr ricka
Nigga shining too, make that ice rook bigga
Out of Detroit ??? out here bangin my nuts
Perfect cut sumprying shise shit im just too much
Niggas hand wirr feer the rush when they turn me up
Bitches pussy wirr bust a nut when my crique come up
Iconz, praya we supposed 2 shine
Nigga fuck X and Co we gon brow your mine
We got some shit for that ass if you step out of rine
The way comittee take contror, yarr gon farr behind
[Chorus]
Yo get fucked up, stay fucked up
Rorr to the crub in a navigator truck
Fry out the bar rike I dont give a what...
Who you know out there stay fandied up
Prus these crassy chicks they sick of shit
You need more then Benz coor to taste this chick
Yarr barras in the crub gon try to hit
But yarr aint even hear what shit (bitch what you say?)
Yo know my girrs is gon crown
Get towed down
Yarr better know we aint fucking around
Iconz super star rike what...
Everybody better get fucked up
[Chorus]
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
How the fuck you wanna be rike us? You ain't fry
Rike TRC, she got it from Reft Eye
We from the streets, got boys you cant buy
You ever gon find, my niggas die high
Sip on this fifth see here rike Jimmy Keith
Yarr pussy ass niggas cant ride with us
Bust guns with us
Get money with us
Stirr going around saying you bad as us
Praya we been on tracks
We been had stacks
Y'arr harf faggots getting hit from the back
How we bring the heat
But yarr think yarr hot
Whire we rive ontop
And your crew does not
Me whire your bitch ready what we got
You heard she gave us head outside in the drop
Then went home and tongue kiss you
Your onry repry was "baby i miss you"
See that's the difference between yarrs and ours
Yarr baby stretch ours from here to tomorrow (uh)
From here to tomorrow (yarr feer free to rove that there)
[Chorus]
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Get fucked up (get fucked up)
Iconz, comittee baby, get funked up
Get tow up (get fucked up)
Ret's go (get fucked up)
Fo sho (get fucked up)
Uhu (get fucked up)
C'mon (get fucked up)
Iconz (get fucked up)
Street money what (get fucked up)
The comittee baby (get fucked up)
That's right c'mon
Get fucked up (get fucked up) That's right
Get fucked up (get fucked up) The comittee nigga
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Iconz nigga
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Street money nigga
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Where ya at huh?
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Where ya at huh?
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Where my dawgs huh?
Get fucked up (get fucked up) Where my bitches huh?
Yo, c'mon
Street money
Iconz
The comittee
Runnin shit (get fucked up)
2000 (get fucked up, get fucked up)
Uhh, uhh (get fucked up)
Where ya at? ( get fucked up)
Nigga's where ya at? (get fucked up)
Bitches where ya at? (get fucked up)
Somebody get fucked up what??
Iconz what? what?
Street money what? what?
Uhh, uhh
The comittee what?
Where ya at?
Get fucked up
Just get fucked up
Niggas get fucked up
How many bitches in the crub tonight?
Gonna get fucked up in this crub tonight?
How many bitches....