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ugly god jr - raw lyrics

[intro: ugjr & 4kmazii]
aye
ugjr man
gang gang
ugjr and 4kmazii
yhermeh
b+tch it’s the motherf+cking m gang gang
run up or get done up
step up or get stepped on man
f+ck you and yo mama

[chorus: ugjr]

clutchin that raw like it’s legal
in my mind prolly high den a eagle
f+ck on that p+ssy i need to
i got the stick you know it’s gon eat you
i got the stick and you know it’s tucked
i got bands in the bumble truck
that n+gga keep cappin can’t f+ck wit us
b+tch we in first not them runner ups (2x)

[verse: ugjr]

these b+tches they cap they’ll f+ck for a mention
he say it’s smoke than you know it’s some tension
i came to the function iced out my pendant
send me a beat and you know ima k!ll it
yo homie keep cappin man why didn’t he listen
servín them fiends they steady be itchin
say we got beef well n+gga let’s fix it
aye
it’s okay though
clutchin that raw like it’s halo
mash up his block like some playdough
all of my shooters you know they on payroll
yea she gon do what i say so
bet she gon walk wit a bankroll
turn the whole block to a sh+tshow
say he can shoot but we know he b+tch though

[chorus: ugjr]

[verse: 4kmazii]

n+ggas want beef on a telephone
pop up, get gone like thunderbolt
n+ggas be fakin’ you never know
chase pape like vegas, no stunna 4
his mouth too loud, we cut the tone
from ounce to pound, we up the smoke
y’all need a pole, i’m stiff from shoulders
if you a dog, you paw patrollin’
how we got beef and we never met?
oh, cuz’ a sneak diss that i never said?
pointless issue, but i’m never scared
hope he got his redemption he red and dead
get my name out ya’ mentions and out of ya’ head
got on the d+ckey’s with skeletons
startin’ to feel like my diamonds ain’t older than 10
fell asleep with em’ on me they wet the bed
part dos in the yo’ with ugj
ice on me dancin’ from uv rays, won’t melt
when i was cookin’ they had no faith, now they reachin’ for food i made, no help
punch on the beat till’ it get low health
count up the chips till’ the bag go stale
you keep tryna’ flex it will not go well
you know ya’ crew name ring no bells
f+ck all the laws (12)
double my dutches my n+gga he clutchin’ a raw
no rubber, these b+tches i’m f+ckin’ em off
they’ll slime you and push it like nothin’ was wrong
cut em’ off, now i’m cuttin’ up
life a blessin’ i try not to f+ck it up
i don’t be on no d+ck but i’m number one
i’ma blow up and pop like some bubble gum
[outro: ugjr]

blow up and pop bubble gum
all of my shooters on fleek
n+gga don’t know me then check the recipe
ice on my neck look you might wanna skiii
got lil freak and she might eat the meat
like michael jackson you know ima beat
stay wit that fye ain’t no coolin tha heat
me and 4mazzi we runnin the streets

clutchin that
raw like it’s legal
in my mind prolly high den a eagle
f+ck on that p+ssy i need to i got the stick and you know it’s gon eat you
(???)
i got bands in the bumble truck
that n+gga keep cappin can’t f+ck wit us
b+tch we in first not them runner ups
aye p+ssy ass n+ggas

- ugly god jr lyrics

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