Get Fucked Up Lyrics - Malta Bend - Stevie Stone

Sitting all alone 

Time to hit the liquor store 

Need some trees that I can blow 

And I'd done copped it for the low 

Now I'm ready, put it on ya 

New York to California 

Bring liquor, bring bud 

Let's get fucked up 

Bring liquor, bring bud 

Bring liquor, bring bud 

Said "I'm ready, put it on ya" 

New York to California 

Let's get fucked up 

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Yeah, mount up. Buddy been winning 

I ain't been in to the City in a minute 

Got some bitches on the down gettin' ready 

Bringin' Henny, and Cîroc and some Rémy 

Backwood, roll it up and heat it 

(Didn't need it though) 

Drink up in my cup gettin' weeded 

(Gettin' weeded though) 

Bodies in the party showin' love 

(where the love at?) 

Turn this fuckin' house in to a club 

(Where the club at?) 

Bitches on the wall off the meter 

(Off the meter) 

Got tequila, Strawberry, Lime-Arita 

(Lime-Arita) 

Bad body hangin' imma beat her 

(Imma beat her) 

School teacher named Nina, she a diva 

(Yeah) 

Photos 

Bouta be a blurry, she a baddy 

(She a baddy though) 

Little bitty waist with a fatty 

(Got a fatty though) 

I ain't even have to speak, it's automatic 

(It's automatic) 

When I'm drunk just call me Pam [?] 

Told them bitches "Do it for the 'Gram" 

(For the 'Gram) 

Drunken friends give a damn about your mans 

('Bout ya man's, ho) 

Team Stone chokin' on that killer 

(On the Killer) 

C-c-c-call it Techa Nina, Mackzilla 

Bass go dumb, I'm the man 

(I'm the man though) 

Fly nigga tryna find somewhere to land 

(Where to land, ho?) 

I'm tryna kick it with the fam 

And tomorrow we gon' do this shit again