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Azealia Banks
Written by Azealia Banks
Produced by DJ MASTER-D
Diplo
Length 02:24
Album Fantasea (mixtape)
Single chronology
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Fuck Up The Fun is a song performed by Azealia Banks. It serves as the fifth track on Azealia's debut Mixtape Fantasea. It was released as a third single on March 26, 2012.

Lyrics[]

[Intro: Talking]
Tell him to keep that
Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off
And lemme-lemme pop my shit
It is what it is hehe
Fuck is ya'll n*ggas doing?
You ready bitch?
What up what up whatup?
Yo Yo Yo Yo!

[Verse 1]
Who want it? Who-who want it?
Which n*gga little goon is gettin' stewed with a onion?
N*ggas all cute til the roogs in abundance
And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach
Bitch n*gga, bitch get ya n*gga
All these n*ggas just raw food for the dinner
And these n*ggas better tuck in their little jewels when I enter
Cause your bitch hot n*gga finna fuck up the fun
Don't fuck with your bitch when the rum in her punch
I might dance on these n*ggas, but the gun in the butt
The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch
And don't slip up little n*gga, 'fore the stun in your nuts
Yo' dude bout to fuck up your trust
He gonna run when I hit ya, put you under the pump
You gonna run with your n*gga, now you close enough
To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump (huh)
Go 'head, go 'head, n*gga, 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
Shit funny til the gun in your face
You better run with your n*gga, 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 butt like you wanted the cake

[Interlude]
Word
Most of ya'll n*ggas is fucking pussy out here
Like I’ll smack all y'all n*ggas in the face
All in the mouth and all in the shit
Like where ya'll n*gga's come from?
Y'all n*ggas is not from New York
Y'all n*ggas is not dirty
(Laughing) Where y'all n*ggas come from?

[Verse 2]
Ok Ok Ok Ok
Bitches better quit that chat
These bitches 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 have to see you with your wig off, bitch
I see you tryna come and get on, bitch
You gonna trip, slip, fall, land and lick on dick
It be the same n*gga bout to come and lick on this, hold up
Scram, hit the breeze
You a fan, bitch, please
Don’t slip up in the presence of ya lil bambin
Don't get it at ya residence and get it so clean
Yeah I’m sick up with the evidence and bitches won't speak
And we can freak with your man this week
Bad bitches, you a nickel and your pussy game weak
I'm fickle and my pussy named peach
I can disappear and let the pussy game speak
Let the pussy game speak
N*gga's know the center of the pussy stay pink
These bitches better keep it, keep it going like thiefs
'fore I reach and that thing go BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!

[Outro: Talking]
Keep it, keep it goin'
Who want it? Who-who want it?
Which n*gga little goon, which n*gga little goon goon
Who want it? Who-who want it?
Which n*gga little goon, which n*gga little goon goon

Credits[]

It heavily samples the song Mad Drumz Bubbling by DJ Master-D.

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