f*cked Up lyrics

[Intro: Webbie]
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
I ain't just tunin in
And I ain't new to this
So you dont wanna f*ckin play wit my intelligence
You see me, myself
Im on some veteran sh*t
And I ain't that pus*y b*tch
That you be f*ckin wit
Do you know how long it takes
For me to f*ck a b*tch
And I can spend 25 like it ain't sh*t
Ill treat a b*tch sweet
And I'll keep her fed
But I ain't the type to eat
And I ain't the type to beg
Now I drank like a horse
And I smoke plenty blunts
But I ain't the type to snort
And poke my arm up
And like the f*ckin cities
I keep it wit me
Know you pus*y b*tches wanna come get me
But listen
[Chorus: Webbie]
If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima b*tch
A pus*y ass n*gga
A f*ckin duck
Guess what
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
[x2]

[Verse 2: Webbie]
I ain't that n*gga
Went to school
You took a class wit
I ain't that lil dudes that you laugh wit
And I ain't none of them lil hoes
You be f*ckin
All them mothaf*ckin boes you be bustin
Im the n*gga wit them golds
Who be thuggin
Bank rolls cuz Im hustlin
Ima fool
And I ain't the type of n*gga
You gon catch wit out a tool
I ain't the type to run and
Ima keep it on the cool
You dont know when Im comin
You just be ready when I do
Ima mothaf*ckin problem child
I know you heard I ain't no turtle
Ima crocodile
b*tch I'll serve ya
Wit this gangsta
Boy Im all in it
And thats fo sho mothaf*ckas
Ain't gon play wit me no more sh*t
Got me f*cked up
[Chorus: Webbie]
If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima b*tch
A pus*y ass n*gga
A f*ckin duck
Guess what
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
[x2]

[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
Now check this out
I ain't the n*gga
Who gon false off
And fall in love
I ain't the n*gga gon eat no pus*y
I just wanna f*ck
I ain't the n*gga who gon run
When the beef come round
Im the one who get the gun
And make the beef go down
You prolly heard that I was pus*y
From a pus*y n*gga
Cuz I don cut a lot of n*ggas
And they pus*y n*gga
You think Im b*tch made
Then this'll be yo last year
Take out my switch blade and cut yo ass from ear to ear
Take off yo shirt and Im gon rush you like a red nose pit
Get in yo sh*t, like a di*k, And Im off of a trick
I ain't the n*gga who gon sweat ya
Cuz I f*ck wit bad guhs(girls)
But if you right
I'll dress you up and tear the mall up
I ain't the one for spendin time
Cuz I run the streets
If you dont like it
You can go
Ill buy another freak
And ain't no n*gga finna bust at me
You think Im pus*y
You gon see you outta luck wit me
[Chorus: Webbie]
If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima b*tch
A pus*y ass n*gga
A f*ckin duck
Guess what
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
You got me f*cked up
[x2]