Video Fuck It Up de Juice Wrld 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Fuck It Up Lyrics

[Intro: King Jefe]
Yeah, woah
King Jefe
Enviyon on the mix
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Turn up, turn up

[Chorus: King Jefe]
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What), fuck it up, fuck it up (What)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck up a stack, get it right back (What?)
Get a little fame, don't know how to act (Yeah)
Run up my sack pockets tight again (Yeah)
If you run up wrong, lose your life, man (Damn)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What), fuck it up (What), fuck it up (What)
Fuck up a stack, get it right back
Get a little fame, don't know how to act (Nah)
Run up my sack pockets tight again (Yeah)
If you run up wrong, lose your life, man (Yeah)

[Verse 1: King Jefe]
Fuck up a stack, get it right back (Huh?)
Count it up steady countin' checks
Never gotta flex, never gotta front (Uh, uh)
I'm a fucking god you a fucking bum (Damn)
You gon' keep talking all that tough talk, bullets hotter than the mother fucking sun (Boom boom boom)
Never asked for a fucking handout, know you niggas got your fucking hands out (What?)
It's the time for you young niggas talking stand up you fucking stand down (Yeah)
I'ma get with mines if you is or not fucking with me
Steady, looking for the time (Uh huh) with a cup full of lean (Uh huh)
Nigga, I don't gotta touch shit, yeah I got the .40 XD with a red fucking beam (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
[Chorus: King Jefe & Juice WRLD]
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What), fuck it up, fuck it up (What)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck up a stack, get it right back (What?)
Get a little fame, don't know how to act (Yeah)
Run up my sack pockets tight again (Yeah)
If you run up wrong, lose your life, man (Damn)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What), fuck it up (What), fuck it up (What)
Fuck up a stack, get it right back
Get a little fame don't know how to act (Yeah, uh)
Run up my sack pockets tight again (Yeah, yeah)
If you run up wrong, lose your life, man (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I fuck up a set, get it right back (What?)
Yeah, I fuck up a stack, get it right back (What?)
In the kitchen water whipping flippin' white like this shit straight white trash
Run up on me I'ma kill him (Okay), fry a nigga like a skillet (Okay)
JuiceTheKidd ain't kiddin' (Okay), stacking guala to the ceiling (What)
Everybody wanna holler, JuiceTheKidd got a chopper (Pew)
You gon' need a fucking doctor (You will), you don't want the fucking problems (You will)
I'm a goon and a goblin (What?) I've been robbing up in Robin's (What?)
I be flyer than a Robin hey (What?), you be fake you be flossin' aye (What?)

[Chorus: King Jefe]
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What), fuck it up, fuck it up (What)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up), fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck up a stack, get it right back (What?)
Get a little fame, don't know how to act (Yeah)
Run up my sack pockets tight again (Yeah)
If you run up wrong, lose your life, man (Damn)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What), fuck it up (What), fuck it up (What)
Fuck up a stack, get it right back
Get a little fame, don't know how to act (Nah)
Run up my sack pockets tight again (Yeah)
If you run up wrong, lose your life, man (Damn)