Fuckin' Up Ya Program chords by The Fast 1

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Verse 1
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Strap
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in a merchant server
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on mines all the time
Any kind, I agree,
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my mind might play tricks, see
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Because of  thoughts,
I'm stacking paper
Problem one, these hoes
Problem two, I need to strike a caper
I'm talkin' to break mines off,
hideous funk
Rip your trunk with a slump,
I dislodge
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Camouflage the funk
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I'm squatting thick with this
underground madness
Steppin' out for 95,
none of your player haters
make up a fool
But you get fried, smoke like doja,
you get fed I told ya
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One to nine mil, smacks the grill
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I bet that hold ya
Hold ya like crystals,
peep out these verbs
as I lash em like missiles
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Disposable phone is what you get and listen,
pay attention
The F -A -S -T -O -N -E,
did I forget to mention
that I was a Frisco, West Coast,
California player
Peep out my lifestyles, it gets crazier
Times are real hard these days,
hope it ain't his life that he pays with
Plays with fire like he has no desire
to live another day.
Hey, time's a real hard these days
Hope it ain't his life that he pays with
Plays with fire like he has no desire
to live another day.
Hey, when I come in I'm
coming quite simple
Forget the metal jackets
cuz I'm aiming for your tempo.
The way I dust a nigga off
is done very hideously
No pity in me.
The F -A -S -T -O -N -E is who I be.
It's that nigga that moves quickly
Y 'all know me,
strikin' through three times blue
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on some 16  -inch chrome ponies
Nathan Knight's on them females, do what I say,
ho, defy a player, that's what she feels
Games in session,
always aim for perfection,
up direction, so cut that bullshit,
you're stressin'
Cause I'm not tryna hear no
negative feedback,
a nigga like Fez don't need that
Believe that me and Free Jack
are hideous funksters,
and that's a fact
Stackin' paper hoes,
catchin' vapors,
I got flavor for your hoes to be suckin'
My dick acts like a 9 milli
and it's buckin'
Deep to the walls of the vaginos
Dabbing hoes from the west
to the east coast
Coastin' at a nice speed
on the block
Slumpin' my shit,
smoke some weed from your crops
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Don't stop
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Time's a real whore these days
Hope it ain't his life that he pays with
Plays with fire like he has no desire
to live another day
Hey, time's a real whore these days
Hope it ain't his life that he pays with
Plays with fire like he has no desire
to live another day. Hey
Yeah, I'm a bring on the company
the sound of the clock on you
niggas back up off me
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Yeah, I got something real
nice for you killers.
Don't talk step to me tricking.
I'ma show you
But look I told you niggas
get folded fed
with these nine meal hollow point
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grills to your fucking head
I got my baby sleep tight
Don't let the Nina bite against a lullaby
close your eyes not tonight
And if you want call it
a wicked homicide
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Cause I rose with a Nina on my side
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Murder preach my strap sticks to
me like a leech
Hideous fats I keep my best
friend in arm reach
As I enter deadly glock plot nigga
Fingers on the trigger
and my hands on my nuts man
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I'm down for the jackin'
and jackin' is what pays man
And if I ain't got no skunk
I snatch this rap and get crazy
Call me the night creeper,
street sweeper, grim reaper
Black gorilla born killer
and it don't get no deeper
I'll beep and fuckin' blow this dick up
If you wanna page me,
raise these nuts like a goddess,
baby, original playa
Won't say that I'm against it,
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but I roll that ass up like a fat blunt
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And if  you wanna try your luck,
let's get him up
I fill that ass up with hot bucks
Times are real hard these days
Hope it ain't his life that he pays with
Plays with fire like he has no desire
to live another day
Hey, times are real hard these days
Hope it ain't his life that he pays with
Plays with fire like he has no desire
to live another day.
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Hey
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the video!!
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