letra de uh oh!! pt2 - dayytona fox
[part i]
[chorus]
she said, “go, go, go, go real quick”
i said, “no, no, no, no, old b-tch”
she said i wanted revenge, you gotta earn this sh-t
but you don’t ever wanna help
diamonds on my wrist, let’s go make a hit
if she want a drink i bet i give that girl a sip
she workin’ out, she workin’ out and go get different tips
and i’m sorry shawty, no, we cannot meet up in the vip
[verse 1]
here you again tryna curse me out
and i’ll be d-mned lil’ mama if you burnt me out
nightcrawler, my whole gang, we lurkin’ out
and if she really wanna do it, we can work it out, alright
she don’t even know the lifestyle of a real one
hot boy on the track, man, can you feel it?
i see multiple targets, my n-gga, and i gotta choose one
but you don’t ever wanna help
swimmin’ through the pain
avoidin’ all this pain
she wanna get a little taste
of this fame
she told me i’ll go, i’ll go, i’ll go, go
money and fame do somethin’ to these petty hoes
[chorus]
she said, “go, go, go, go real quick”
i said, “no, no, no, no, old b-tch”
she said i wanted revenge, you gotta earn this sh-t
but you don’t ever wanna help
diamonds on my wrist, let’s go make a hit
if she want a drink i bet i give that girl a sip
she workin’ out, she workin’ out and go get different tips
and i’m sorry shawty, no, we cannot meet up in the vip
[segue]
mr. fox, you have call
um, it seems to be the f-ckery again
[part ii]
[intro]
give me the purse, b-tch!
ah! what are you doing?
nah, nah, don’t call for no help
what are you— what are you— help!
nah, you look dumb, you look dumb right now
what? why? why?
who i— who the f-ck are you?
why won’t you help?
who the f-ck is this n-gga?
yes, sir, please!
i got you!
please, sir, help!
lady, stop screamin’
you— please!
the f-ck?
alright, ayy
what the f-ck?
[verse 2]
look, i walked in with the cheat code
one call, [?] got three phones
miss one shot, we could reload
i can see the sh-t right there through the peephole
woah, this beat nearly got beat down
woah, ain’t no way for defeat now
all that wait, you could put it on speed-dial
hey, stupid (huh?)
you hear that? it’s the sound of me not giving a fu—
everybody up, i got the fire
don’t move, if you do then i’ma blow a n-gga mind
if i rob this bank i’ma do the whole trial
i would run away so fast but caught up on the fly, d-mn
i made somethin’ out of nothin’, he was dissin’ now he duckin’
i’ma get it, no discussion, oh, right (yeah)
if he bust it, i’ma bust it, and you stupid, not a dummy
that’s the gang, lil’ n-gga, oh, right (yeah)
pulled up in the batman, look like bane
all black car, my mask on, get it? godd-mn
do my sh-t off the bat, i’ma do a lil’ swing
and when i hit they gon’ feel like, “why you hit so hard?”
shoes, they clean, they balmain
i got bricks inside of my chain
if it don’t make sense, tell a n-gga break change
she know if a n-gga pullin’ up i’ma do the whole thing, yeah
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