Choice Music Group & SG4L Music - Uh Huh

Lil' mama keep wastin' time, I got a plane to catch
Layover in Vegas first, we just touched down at LAX
Pillow talk, I need ya, I need ya
Go call your baby father, cause I can't
Cause I got mouths to feed and Mello made some shake
And now it's back to business, feel like fourth and inches
Overtime
From fourteen hoppin' fences
Murder on my mind, so keep your distance
Mama raised a hustler since
Scraping pyrex, washing dishes
Raised by Glocks and Swishers, but all y'all favorite rappers are snitches
Yeah, land of the low life, sticky fingers and peasants
Pocket watchers are jealous, they'll switch up on you in seconds
Lil' mama, we can kick it, but I got an important question
Who payin' for them trips, bitch, you work at 7-Eleven
Not me, not me, not me
Smoov shit, Smoov, Smoov not me
Benz truck, payment like the rent, uh
Smooth bitch, brand new whip like cool whip, yeah
White bitch, must know what I came with, yeah
The same bitch, two of her that's dangerous
Ayy, I been on the road since like five years old
Young nigga, had stripes, way before the shell toes
Had to gas way before the tank, propane on me, feel like Hank
Pull up with a baggie, yellow buses, call that Land O'Lake
Shit, I just seen a baddie, whoop, know I bagged lil' bae
She got cake like anime, and her titties anime
I hope that pussy Ocean Spray
It is
Yeah, my last hoe, bad, I admit it
Made a plan up, but great, I did it
All these birds want bread, they pigeons
Need me red stone like Vision
Brought cutters to cut out the tension
Drop some blues on this head, Marge Simpson
Lame and broke, don't pay them attention

Written by:
Brenden McCrae, Ellis Taylor III

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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