flames jonathan - uh oh thots! lyrics
[chorus]
ah, ooh, i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
1400 gang, b-tch, i keep me some shooters
my chain shine hard like your mama medulla
i’m stoned up in the club, b-tch, i feel like medusa
you talk down, yeah, p-ssy boy i’ma shoot ya
i’m a guerilla, ayy
yeah, big bank, i’m about my skrilla, ayy
yeah i’m gettin’ all this money, big drug dealer, ayy
trippie redd, bands on me with the feelin’, ayy
oh yeah, b-tch, i’m early and a villain, ayy
huh, yeah, all the money
throwin’ all the money
throwin’ all the hundreds, yeah
throwin’ all the money
throwin’ all the hundreds, yeah
[chorus: trippie redd]
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
[verse]
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
criss-cross, applesauce
ride up on my croggy, uh
eat the blade, no rick ross
i got some ape, no harambe, uh
n-body sayin’, that she sayin’
she wanna tuck my denim
if you think that x is broke
then look at my motherf-cking banknote
okay like, are you okay annie?
in a phantom like i’m danny, huh
i’m tryna f-ck your granny
tryna get dagger d-ck in her panties
said she really wanna touch eem body
but i just want brain like a nerd, rocka
shout-out to 333rd
i’m flippin’ the bird, this bird is the word, huh
[verse 2]
lil nas x you should carry on, i get the bag ya i take it to your mom
yee hah lil boi, yee hah partner, im in the farm
baby oh oh, favorite of all time, you know how we walk round
how did you do it?, im in a royce
[pre-chorus]
1400 gang, b-tch, i keep me some shooters
my chain shine hard like your mama medulla
i’m stoned up in the club, b-tch, i feel like medusa
you talk down yeah, p-ssy boy i’ma shoot ya
i’m a guerilla, ayy
yeah, big bang, i’m about my skrilla, ayy
yeah i’m gettin’ all this money, big drug dealer, ayy
trippie redd, bands on me with the feelin’, ayy
oh yeah, b-tch, i’m early and a villain, ayy
huh, yeah, all the money
throwin’ all the money
throwin’ all the hundreds, yeah
throwin’ all the money
throwin’ all the hundreds, yeah
[chorus]
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah, ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
hold up, baby, ah ooh
i hit the b-tch from the back and she like “ah, ooh” ayy
throwin’ all the hundreds
throwin’ all the money
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