C4 - Tore Up lyrics

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C4 - Tore Up lyrics

[Hook:] I just wanna tear something up, baby girl let me tear something up I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up I just wanna tear something up, baby let me tell you what I just wanna tear something up, who wanna get tore up? I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get f**ed I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get f**ed I just wanna tear something up, call me when you wanna get tore up [Verse 1:] I'm in the mood to f**, not in the mood to talk I'm not the dude to date, Pay all your bills you cray f** what your girlfriend say, ball like the NBA Check out my resume, let's buy a Benz today Money the lam today, call all your friends today She sleep in a bed with me but at first was scared of me I tear that p**y up then give her something good Never bite the hand that's keepin' her fed Bring home a baby and I k**ed a b**h Don't go in that room, it's too crowded My girlfriend show you how to bust that b**h Cut a ho off, I don't trust that b**h Big Gucci baby on that juvie sh** Got them in my house and I have that sh** Don't need no friends, I can buy you some While you getting your hair done I get you a salon Why you getting yo nails done, I can buy you one If you never took a pill then try one [Hook:] [Verse 2:] Stab p**y baby and I carry it Let's fly to Vegas, get married quick I'm a burglarer, I'm a murderer Three tibs off baby, I'm wearing it I'm kind of careless with that money, might drop a mill Spend 50k on bags and heels Smoke that Cali kush in the Hollywood hills Ball so hard, you don't need no n***a I mean a real bad b**h don't need no n***a My trip with the homies don't feed no n***as Big Guwop, he better choose that n***a Better cut that man off, better lose that n***a Since the last man was born All these lames be pourin' It's a miracle that we ain't sleepin' Been on the road, playin' we tourin' On the road main b**h a foreign Yea and I'm a paint it orange I'm fresh in this red Laren Been ballin' since the day I was born That lil n***a don't get along with me Cause the n***as I got too squad with me I'm on that lady cushin' I feel asleep in that p**y [Hook:]

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