I’m Fucked Up Kevin McCall (Ft. Chris Brown)

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[Intro: Kevin McCall]
Cyeah, it's me and C Breezy
You know, okay, I'll admit it, we fucked up, huh
[Verse 1: Kevin McCall]
I'm in the club, fuck a bottle service
Take my own shots, catch a cold [berence?]
Once your shawty see me and C Breezy, boy, it's curtains (Ayy)
Spillin' Ace of Spades on the carpet, but it's on purpose
My house look like a circus (Circus), dick look like a serpent (Serpent)
This look like a movie (What?), one take, no rehearsin'
She twerkin' it for this money, so I feel like she deserve it
I'ma put my thing down (Down), she flip it and reverse it
Like I'm Missy, I'm pissy like I got a weak bladder (Bladder)
Tipsy off this Cristy, nigga, it don't even matter
Boy, I'm loco (Loco), cuckoo (Cuckoo)
Call me Sub-Zero 'cause I'm so cold (So cold)
Ha, you see that booty? She could make a fortune
No wonder her body cold 'cause she drop-dead gorgeous (Dead gorgeous)
You don't get it? (What?) You slow than a motherfucker (Dummy)
I'm rollin', so I'm owed than a motherfucker (Rollin')
[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown]
I'm fucked up, I'm brain dead (Yeah)
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is (Nope)
I'm high, higher than the plane, bitch
Walkin' 'round like the club like I don't know what day it is
Monday, I be ballin' (Ballin'), Tuesday, I be ballin' (Ballin')
Wednesday, I be ballin', man, these bitches keep on callin' (Callin')
Thursday, I be chillin' (Chillin'), but Friday, I be killin' (Killin')
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherfuckin' weekend (Look, yeah)