Chuuwee, Trizz - Fukin' Great lyrics

[Chuuwee, Trizz - Fukin' Great lyrics]

I woke up this morning, my nigga
And everything was fucking great
Finna blow a whole eighth to the face
Ain't no problems over 'round this way
Everything is great! Everything is great!
Everything is-
I woke up this morning, my nigga
And everything was fucking great
Finna blow a whole eighth to the face
Ain't no problems over 'round this way
Everything is great! Everything is great!
Everything is great! Ayy!

How come they say they don't understand
I'm not paying no one 40
Dollars for two grams
Plus, I heard your homie was a fan
Skinny jeans and boots cause Lil
Wayne is Peter Pan
Every check I keep, I cash
Bet I wax that ass just like a unibrow


God damn oh you the one who called me out
Like I ain't 'bout that action
Find an adverb that describes the
Way the I handle shit, i am
Bitch I am
One of the hardest niggas to pick
Up a pencil and pen
Fuck your mama, fuck your crew
Please tell me what the fuck are friends
I got hella money in my pants
Just three fucking days ago
A nigga touched a band
Bitch I'm 'bout that guala, yes I am
I give a damn about your baby daddy drama
I ain't him
Long story short, my nigga all I do is win
I got bongs, I got herb
I got deals, I got fans

I woke up this morning, my nigga
And everything was fucking great
Finna blow a whole eighth to the face
Ain't no problems over 'round this way
Everything is great! Everything is great!
Everything is-
I woke up this morning, my nigga
And everything was fucking great
Finna blow a whole eighth to the face
Ain't no problems over 'round this way
Everything is great! Everything is great!
Everything is great! Ayy!

Yeah, yeah! Look!
Everything is great, I'm about my cake
Riding 'round in a scrape, dipping through LA
Keep a weapon, I ain't stressin'
I stay with protection
Off safety for my safety
For niggas who testin'
Sip potion, slow motion
I'm smoother than lotion
We the loudest in California
And niggas know it
We think a nigga with the feds if
He ain't trying to blow it
Pull a nigga G-File if he
Ain't trying to show it
Two Swishers and a 40 from the liquor store
Shooting dice with the homies
What you hittin' fo'?
Lean back, hit the dro, loud indo
Roll up the window, stoned with my kinfolk
Hit a lick cause I ain't rich
Just trying to get ahead
Young nigga out for pussy
Trying to get some head
I don't fake for them stans
I love my fucking fans
I do all that I fucking can
They know that I'm the fucking man

I woke up this morning, my nigga
And everything was fucking great
Finna blow a whole eighth to the face
Ain't no problems over 'round this way
Everything is great! Everything is great!
Everything is-
I woke up this morning, my nigga
And everything was fucking great
Finna blow a whole eighth to the face
Ain't no problems over 'round this way
Everything is great! Everything is great!
Everything is great! Ayy!

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