Diplo - f** Up The Fun lyrics

[Intro: Talking] Tell him to keep that Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off And lemme-lemme pop my sh** It is what it is hehe f** is ya'll n***as doing? You ready b**h? What up what up whatup? Yo Yo Yo Yo! [Verse 1] Who want it? Who-who want it? Which n***a little goon is gettin stewed with a onion? n***as all cute til the roogs in abundance And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach b**h n***a, b**h get ya n***a All these n***as just a little food for the dinner And these n***as better tuck in their little j**els when I enter Cause your b**h hot n***a finna f** up the fun Don't f** with your b**h when the rum in her punch I might dance on these n***as but the gun in the bu*t The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch And don't slip up little n***a, 'fore the stun in your nuts Yo' dude bout to f** up your trust He gonna run when I hit ya, put you under the pump You gonna run with your n***a, now you close enough To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump (huh) Go head go head n***a pop off You can get your fam and your man's and them shot off I'mma get the AMS for ya and blow your top off sh** funny til the gun in your face You better run with your n***a, better open the safe You better come up with the money better show up the weight I'm gonna come with gorillas cause I run with the apes And put shots in your bu*t like you wanted the cake [Interlude: Talking] Word Most of ya'll n***as is f**ing p**y out here Like I'll slap all ya'll n***as in the face All in the mouth and All in the sh** Like where ya'll n***a's be comin from? Ya'll n***as is not from New York [Verse 2] Ok Ok Ok Ok b**hes better quit that chat These b**hes better hold up with the yizzap-yap I grips the 5th then click-clizzack clack I hate to have to blow your little wig all back I mean I hate to see you with your wig off b**h I see you tryna come and get on b**h You gonna trip, slip, fall land and lick on dick It be the same n***a bout to come and lick on this Scram hit the breeze You a fan b**h please Don't sit up in my presence of ya lil bambin Don't get it at ya residence and get it so clean Cause I'm slicker with the evidence and b**hes won't speak And we can freak with your man this week Bad b**hes, you a nickel and your p**y game weak I'm fickle and my p**y named peach I can disappear and let the p**y game speak Let the p**y game speak n***a's know the center of the p**y stay pink All these b**hes better keep it going light feet 'fore I reach and that thing go BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH! [Outro: Talking] What? Hahahaha f** outta here ya'll little internet a** b**hes Like I really do this Like n***a's is in Tokyo right now Like come on ya'll b**hes is still on Myspace and YouTube tryna get ya'll little video views up to a million Like come on ya'll b**hes ain't f**ing with me Like what kind amoney is ya'll b**hes really even getting for shows Like is ya'll b**hes even doing shows? Like come on like. Like come on, like ya'll b**hes is out here tryna like f** these little rap n***as and f** these little basketball players and sh** Like I'm getting this money for real for real for real Come on now sh**!