denim street - ugly lyrics
[intro]
ye+yea my brodie stucks in a phone, well
ca+catchin’ my flight im goin’ byy
[verse]
yeah bands and the cash and the b+tches
tell my bro chill out no you’re not a b+tch
yeah pour up and fill that stick
yeah checks, checks, checks, i want pink
yea b+tch u got the glock?
percs on the bus, percs on the bus (heh)
you do percs on the bus
i can show u love but i put it in a blunt
i can show u love but i put it in a blunt
bands, bands, bands
i just want my money up
i just put on god that imma make this racks
i just told my momma that imma flip a pack
[verse 2]
don’t care bout’ opinions i get racks up when i need it
feelin something in the air, baby can you feel it
lenci’ where i look
baddies tryna hook
they done got me shook
rackin my money up to thе top
h+lla good music im boutta go drop
she getting on mе told that hoe stop
got all my text straight outta grok
she only love me for the watch
bl++dy bottoms show when i walk
went to the spot, got it on lock
went to the show, got that sh+t rocked
think she mine we don’t even talk
yeh
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