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streetz-n-young deuces - ugghh!!! (this gone be nasty) lyrics

[chorus]
ugghh!! this gone be nasty
see dem hatahs throwin up everytime they p-ss me, they be like
ugghh!! shoe game sickning
try to tell these lame n-ggas dey ain’t wanna listen
my watch be ugghh!! my whip be ugghh!!
everythang, everythang, everythang ugghhh!!
my watch be ugghh!! my whip be ugghh!!!
everythang, everythang, everythang ugghhh!!!

[streetz]
n-gga turn ya head if you got a weak tummy
cause eazy eat rappers, eat money ummm yummy
get ya hands off my style, you’s a clepto
sh-t on everybody outside, i need pepo
now can you stand the rain, its the new edition
i was known for grindin on a block yup pitchin
shawty wit me strapped, you can say the kid armor
i’m ralph lauren down like i’m fresh outta harvard (daaammnnn)
white tee and some jeans, dats my costume
n-ggas see my ears and had to run to the bathroom
i’m on 1 like past noon, my car hot like last june
all the haters go

[chorus]

[young deuces]
ugghh!! i left dem haters sick
i put dem dawgz on em you can call me michael vick
ima fool wit da whip, got dem presidential tints
my pockets stay full you ain’t never seein lent
i’m all about my money dawg my bank account is lovely
you know a n-gga eatin cause a n-gga gettin chubby
my kick game ugghh!!! my jeans like ugghh!!
they say i couldn’t do it but i know i could
dat miltown n-gga, boy you know a kid run it
just signed a deal i know you sick to ya stomache
you need rob-ttussin, n-gga why you fussin
you talkin like you hard, but i’m sensin that you bluffin
now back to the….

[chorus]

[bridge]
you know how it is when i p-ss by
dey be like ugghh!!! n-gga dats fly
dats dat new sh-t n-gga dats right
left dem haters sick ugghh!! left dem haters sick ugghh!!

[streetz]
i got 25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
yall n-ggas clean but i’m more fresher
she’ll bust it open only if i let her
ima get more while you n-ggas get lesser

[young deuces]
get off dat toilet bowl call me the professor
ill teach you n-ggas run up on ya wit da big compressor
n-ggas sh-t they draws when dey see dem barrells out
sh-t it started in ya stomache, now its comin out ya mouth like….

[chorus]

- streetz n young deuces lyrics

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