YEA UH UH

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Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Yea slide
Yeah uh
Yea
Yeah uh uh
Pulled up with the sauce
You know I had to make it out
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Racked up all these chickens
Now I'm bout to make it pile
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Shawty said she love me
But I really don't know how
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Call the plug up it's a drought
We need some drop
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Call the gang up if that shit
Not gone flop
She can't stand when I'm outside
With the gang
Niggas moving wocky
Finding out they really lame
Yea they wish the best for you
Make that money it'll make me change
Ohh she said that's for me I'm feeling
Like the man
Walked up in the function
Feel the itching in my hand
What's a 30 ball flip it to a hunnid bands
Skirt that black charger match the Glock
Make it spin
Uhh uhh ummm
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Racked up all these chickens
Now I'm bout to make it pop
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Shawty said she love me but I really don't know
How
Yea uh uh yea uh uh
Call the plug up it's a drought we need some drop
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Call the gang up if that shit
Not gone flop
Like uh uh uh
Like uh uh uh
Gas so loud
I had to put the windows up up up
Mixing the runts with biscotti
Pop me a shroom
Now it's getting me stuck
Uh uh uh uh
Okay
Uh uh uh uh
I'm sorry I mean to be blunt
Okay
I'm putting my trust in my drugs
Okay
I put what I feel in my cup
Uh huh
My slime yeah I'm calling up boogie
Uh huh
He popping that shit out the truck
Uh huh
The dodi a day yea I must
Uh huh
Yeah huh huh
F*ck it it's smelly
This purp got me high to the ceiling
I'm fucking this hoe with no feelings
I mixed me four drugs I can't feel it
You say that you him I can't see it
They hate cuz they don't get it
Oh No no no
You ain't playing with me
ain't no scrimmage
I be high tryna get to my limit
Another four coulda f*ck up my kidney
Pretty high if you stand on my money
On the top of floor on the building
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yea yeah yeah yeah
Yeah uh uh Yeah uh uh
What's the word
I got sauce for the bird hoes
Early bird get the worm
Hit it then I'm Waldo
Gone Though
Bopped on her now she Winnie Harlow
In her mouth until her jaw broke
What you said
I can't hear you my glasses on
I'm getting bread
Preach peace to the streets
Niggas spin like ceiling fans
Finna get it done again
What ya said come again
Yea uh-huh uh-huh
I can't even hear you not one of us
Where you been at a
Nigga where u from
Bitch I got the sauce
We then ones
Woah
Yeah uh uh
Yeah uh uh
Racked up all these chickens
Now I'm bout to make it pile
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Shawty said she love me
But I really don't know how
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Call the plug up it's a drought
We need some drop
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Call the gang up yea that shit
Not gone flop

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