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ugly god - bless the booth freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ooh, you dig?
ooh
thanks ugly god
thanks ugly god
thanks ugly god
ooh
thanks ugly god
thanks ugly god
gang
ayy, ooh

[chorus]
i’m like ”how it came to this?”
it get dangerous
n-gg-s be switching up
i won’t change a bit
run up on me if you want
i got aim -ssist
i got aim -ssist, look

[verse 1]
i got aim -ssist
i just be makin’ it
stack up the money, i’m saving it
you my favorite, when you comb your hair and straighten it
but i peep you took a lil bread out my bag when i’m knowin’ i had some change in it
and i ain’t gon put my hands on you but i bet i’mma make you pay for it
say you better give me that money you owe me, or i’m taking it
talking that sh-t about me like you know me, that be the lamest sh-t
yeah when i beat from the back it sound like macaroni
i’m on that wavy sh-t
she on that crazy sh-t
look, i do amazing sh-t
hold up, spread a b-tch legs like jelly (huh)
get her p-ssy wet like [?] (huh)
she just want a brand new bag and a rich n-gg- baby all in her belly (huh)
choppa gon’ eat like deli (huh)
shut up b-tch, is you ready? (huh)
beat her from the back, so steady (huh)
show me b-tch, don’t tell me

[chorus]
i’m like “how it came to this”?
it get dangerous
n-gg-s be switching up
i won’t change a bit
run up on me if you want
i got aim -ssist
i got aim -ssist, look

[verse 2]
ayy, my new b-tch she do what i tell her
she keep a 2-2 in the dresser
she step in the booth if i let her
i can’t keep my shoe off the pedal
got these bars in the booth (huh)
and these stars on the roof, and the vlone on my sweater
her p-ssy wet but her momma get wetter
her p-ssy straight, momma still better
i jump in that bit’ with a big -ss berretta
i hop off the stage with a bag of that cheddar
i tell her i love her and that we forever
but i’mma just f-ck her one time and forget her
seen a few n-gg-s switch up under pressure
so i stopped f-ckin’ with them for the better
came in that bit’ with a stick for whoever
told that lil bit’ get the f-ck on my level
throw it in the back, i’ll get it
i’mma put it on my debit (huh)
n-gg-s be stealing my sauce (huh)
but don’t wanna give no credit (huh)
and i ain’t never took no loss from it
cause it only go as far as i let it (huh)
and b-tch just know i’m just trynna f-ck or somethin’
and tell your boyfriend that i said it, b-tch

[outro]
thanks ugly god
thanks ugly god
thanks ugly god
thanks ugly god

- ugly god lyrics

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