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ugk - tossed up lyrics

[pimp c] (bun-b)
uhhh
hol up..smoke something b-tch
keep your mind on your money (keep my mind on my money)
i represent ugk river, know what i’m talking bout (black owned)
independent and black owned (smoked up)
smoke on something
so get your mind right

uhhh, i’m young motherf-cking sweet jones
pimpin the six
gotta yellow bone b-tch cooking me serving bricks
since i was 17 i’ve been a legend in texas
screaming f-ck the police and blowing dough in the lexus
i saw your video n-gga, you’re slow and sloppy
spent 500,000 on a carbon copy
while i was smoking with the young soldiers in the caddy
yall f-cking off your money trying to be puff daddy
i’m a og rock baller
i know some n-gga that a bust 17 off in your impala
you f-ck them hoes and pay em top dollar
i’m still down with lil j i gotta the money and the f-cking power
b-tch

chorus x 2
now all you n-ggas talking sh-t you getting tossed up
and all of these hoes that’s on the d-ck they getting tossed up
we got them cookies and them bricks they getting tossed up
so don’t you be bout nothing sl!ck you getting tossed up

[verse 2]
yall n-ggas done f-cked up and called up some treal n-ggas
n-ggas who ain’t scared to put 6 in your hilfiger
deal wit a n-gga like a swisha and split him down the middle
remind a motherf-cker who the real hard hitter
gold diggers for cheese jealous and in keys keeping berretas
for them playing hating fellas what the f-ck can you tell us
driving benzs with mo mos hoes sucking our toes
cause they know we the n-ggas roll with all the godd-mn dough
i cook a quarter pound of blow sell it for 44
selling ounces for 5.50 caught you 12 at your door
it’s smitty the pimp dope pro hoe i know the rules
the early bird gets the bread if you snooze you lose

chorus x 2

[bun -b]
you done pushed the panic b-tton
now we taking it all like a glutton
any tripping we cutting so listen it’s bubby hutton
now any hoe that snort in here you can catch the nuttin
we synonymous with a rock like charles s dutton our prophecies
now wasn’t you that sudsucker
talking sh-t with that funky b-tch up in that fuddruckers
you best to be a mud ducker, i’m a thug bucker
and i got one specially designed for all you motherf-ckers
we love ruckus, wanna shuck and jive
but when i came through with that four to the f-cking five
n-ggas duck and dive ?????
what a f-cking liar
b-tch ain’t no time to get flossed up
i’m sauced up you said it cost what woooo-d

chorus x 4

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