
Rough You Up Yung Poggerz (Ft. EggyYaBoi)
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[Chorus: Yung Poggerz]
Fuckin' bitches up, yeah, we fuckin' bitches up
Fuckin' bitches up, so you better know what's up
Fuckin' bitches up, yeah, we fuckin' bitches up
If you fuck with us, best believe we'll rough you up
[Verse 1: Yung Poggerz]
We don't fuck with bitches that just fuck around with us
Done with all these lame ass bitches thinkin' they so tough
They try to critique us, but their music really sucks
Thinkin' you can win against us, well, you out of luck
Sorry not sorry, all you bitches should've learned by now
Can't you see that every time you try this shit, it don't work out?
If you want a chance of survival, you better shut your mouth
Put the pen and papеr down, turn around and walk right out
Try to exhaust me, but I ain't gettin' tirеd
I'm spittin' all these flames, like I got a fuckin' lighter
Every song I work on, I set it on fire
Do it all myself, I ain't got no ghostwriters
All your disses sound like they were wrote by a child
What did I ever do to get you so riled up?
Nothing that you write is ever hot, more like mild
Keep fuckin' with me, all these burns 'bouta pile up
[Chorus: Yung Poggerz]
Fuckin' bitches up, yeah, we fuckin' bitches up
Fuckin' bitches up, so you better know what's up
Fuckin' bitches up, yeah, we fuckin' bitches up
If you fuck with us, best believe we'll rough you up
[Verse 1: Yung Poggerz]
We don't fuck with bitches that just fuck around with us
Done with all these lame ass bitches thinkin' they so tough
They try to critique us, but their music really sucks
Thinkin' you can win against us, well, you out of luck
Sorry not sorry, all you bitches should've learned by now
Can't you see that every time you try this shit, it don't work out?
If you want a chance of survival, you better shut your mouth
Put the pen and papеr down, turn around and walk right out
Try to exhaust me, but I ain't gettin' tirеd
I'm spittin' all these flames, like I got a fuckin' lighter
Every song I work on, I set it on fire
Do it all myself, I ain't got no ghostwriters
All your disses sound like they were wrote by a child
What did I ever do to get you so riled up?
Nothing that you write is ever hot, more like mild
Keep fuckin' with me, all these burns 'bouta pile up
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