a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

skyte – uh oh lyrics

[chorus: skyte]
straight out the womb, straight out the womb, i was cutthroat
that b+tch a thot, h+ll nah, i won’t f+ck, no
get on yo’ knees, you could show me the suck though
walk in this b+tch, d+ck out with my nuts low
this ain’t the mid b+tch, we smokin’ on runtz, hoe
i ain’t mean, i just keep it a buck, hoe
he tried to park, got him stuck, uh oh
shawty tryna f+ck, uh oh
threw his body in the trunk, uh oh
she don’t really got much on her d+mn chest, but lil’ shawty got a dump, uh oh
smoking loud cats, no skunk
i’ma put a wall right on these n+ggas like trump
mj on the court, lil’ n+gga, i dunk
crickets in the house, how we made this sh+t jump

[verse 1: skyte]
she wan’ be my boo, she wan’ be my mcm
shawty really want me to cuff
don’t know what to do
n+ggas like “i envy him”
really, i don’t give two f+cks
3.5, i’ma roll it up in a blunt
can’t love a b+tch, i don’t got a lot of trust
get into the bag lil’ n+gga, that’s a must
shawty real mad, ‘causе i didn’t wanna f+ck
[bridge: skyte and vellydagoat]
uh oh, uh oh
uh oh, uh oh
uh oh, uh oh
uh oh, uh oh
uh oh (what?), uh oh (yeah)
uh oh (what?), uh oh (yeah)
uh oh (what?), uh oh (yeah)
uh oh (what?), uh oh (yеah)
uh oh

[verse 2: vellydagoat]
got the b+tch mad that i don’t wanna f+ck
i get under her skin, know she hate my guts
[?]
[?], if you not, just she mad that a young n+gga up
aye n+gga, i’m true to this sh+t
b+tch, i’m capital p, i been pimping, it’s packing a punch
wait, who the f+ck speaking?
b+tch n+gga keep talking this sh+t like it’s fun, burn him up like some runtz, yeah
light him up with a fire, think a torch hit him (boom)
i’m burns harper, wit’ hits in this fourth inning
think he tough, but in school, he a sports n+gga (ha)
when you jumped off the porch? you a porch sitter
cardi b, if it’s up, then it’s stuck wit’ ’em (stuck)
i can’t see, i’m ray charles, so i f+ck n+gga (uh)
first, i have money strong like a buff n+gga (ugh)
velly, skyte, who you know that’s gon’ f+ck wit’ ’em? (yeah)
[chorus: skyte]
straight out the womb, straight out the womb, i was cutthroat
that b+tch a thot, h+ll nah, i won’t f+ck, no
get on yo’ knees, you could show me the suck though
walk in this b+tch, d+ck out with my nuts low
this ain’t the mid b+tch, we smokin’ on runtz, hoe
i ain’t mean, i just keep it a buck, hoe
he tried to park, got him stuck, uh oh
shawty tryna f+ck, uh oh
threw his body in the trunk, uh oh
she don’t really got much on her d+mn chest, but lil’ shawty got a dump, uh oh
smoking loud cats, no skunk
i’ma put a wall right on these n+ggas like trump
mj on the court, lil’ n+gga, i dunk
crickets in the house, how we made this sh+t jump

- skyte lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS