Video Fucked Up de Charlie Korman 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Charlie Korman - Fucked Up Lyrics

Girl, you got me fucked up
Ghost Kid the producer (Yeah)

Girl you got me fucked up
You all up in my head
Sayin' that you love me (Yeah, yeah)
Why would you pretend? (Yeah, yeah)
Ask me 'bout my battle scars
You 'cause more all up in my heart
Ask me 'bout my battle scars
You 'causin more in the end

Girl you got me fucked up
Girl you got me unplugged
I almost got, uh, I almost said, uh
I almost said I loved you (Yeah)
Your friends be tryna rush up
Talking 'bout it's just us
We didn't make it official, yeah
But I don't give one fuck
'Cause they ain't never saw what I saw
When the Henny hit I talk, talk, talk
I've already seen your style
Ain't no feeling gettin' caught, caught, caught

Girl you got me fucked up
You all up in my head
Sayin' that you love me (Yeah, yeah)
Why would you pretend? (Yeah, yeah)
Ask me 'bout my battle scars
You 'cause more all up in my heart
Ask me 'bout my battle scars
You 'causin more in the end

Girl you got me fucked up
She the type to slide in your Dm's
She be on the scene every week end
Tryna run game on me and
Girl you got me fuucked up
Should've play the game on defense
Thought I didn't have no reason
To worry, if you say it, I know you're leavin'
Girl you got me, fucked up
No love, no love, cuz you fucked up
This shit all bad now
Why you lookin' so sad now?

Girl you got me fucked up
You all up in my head
Sayin' that you love me (Yeah, yeah)
Why would you pretend? (Yeah, yeah)
Ask me 'bout my battle scars
You 'cause more all up in my heart
Ask me 'bout my battle scars
You 'causin more in the end

Okay
My bad, it just happened like that (Let's go)
She know that you lyin' son
She found out that it ain't no cap in rap
One night I was scrollin' through my shit, uh
I send his lil' Bm a Dm
She like to pop pills but I don't
She be tryin' to fuck me from the Pm to Pm
She like to talk shit, when she fuck if she ain't suckin' dick I'ma need a per diem (What's that?)
You know that's a daily allowance (Okay)
Charge the bitch for the dick, I ain't childish
You know I went up on the budget, I'm too rich too shop when and got me a stylist
And yeah bitch I put on for the Valley, my brother and momma, they both got new houses
His baby mama keep on blowin' up my phone, he need to come get her, this bitch out of pocket (Bitch)
You gon' be talkin' shit, I'ma pop it
Only lil' niggas, need to stop it
I was live on Tv, did you watch?
He try me I'ma squeeze, nigga watchin'
Slang that stick, bout that ice like it's hockey
Beat a lil' nigga up like I'm Rocky
Bitch 'cause

Girl you got me fucked up
You all up in my head
Sayin' that you love me (Yeah, yeah)
Why would you pretend? (Yeah, yeah)
Ask me 'bout my battle scars
You 'cause more all up in my heart
Ask me 'bout my battle scars
You 'causin more in the end