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letra de uh oh - skyte

[chorus: skyte]
straight out the womb, straight out the womb, i was cutthroat
that b-tch a thot, h-ll nah, i won’t f-ck, no
get on yo’ knees, you could show me the suck though
walk in this b-tch, d-ck out with my nuts low
this ain’t the mid b-tch, we smokin’ on runtz, hoe
i ain’t mean, i just keep it a buck, hoe
he tried to park, got him stuck, uh oh
shawty tryna f-ck, uh oh
threw his body in the trunk, uh oh
she don’t really got much on her d-mn chest, but lil’ shawty got a dump, uh oh
smoking loud cats, no skunk
i’ma put a wall right on these n-ggas like trump
mj on the court, lil’ n-gga, i dunk
crickets in the house, how we made this sh-t jump

[verse 1: skyte]
she wan’ be my boo, she wan’ be my mcm
shawty really want me to cuff
don’t know what to do
n-ggas like “i envy him”
really, i don’t give two f-cks
3.5, i’ma roll it up in a blunt
can’t love a b-tch, i don’t got a lot of trust
get into the bag lil’ n-gga, that’s a must
shawty real mad, ‘causе i didn’t wanna f-ck
[bridge: skyte and vellydagoat]
uh oh, uh oh
uh oh, uh oh
uh oh, uh oh
uh oh, uh oh
uh oh (what?), uh oh (yeah)
uh oh (what?), uh oh (yeah)
uh oh (what?), uh oh (yeah)
uh oh (what?), uh oh (yеah)
uh oh

[verse 2: vellydagoat]
got the b-tch mad that i don’t wanna f-ck
i get under her skin, know she hate my guts
[?]
[?], if you not, just she mad that a young n-gga up
aye n-gga, i’m true to this sh-t
b-tch, i’m capital p, i been pimping, it’s packing a punch
wait, who the f-ck speaking?
b-tch n-gga keep talking this sh-t like it’s fun, burn him up like some runtz, yeah
light him up with a fire, think a torch hit him (boom)
i’m burns harper, wit’ hits in this fourth inning
think he tough, but in school, he a sports n-gga (ha)
when you jumped off the porch? you a porch sitter
cardi b, if it’s up, then it’s stuck wit’ ’em (stuck)
i can’t see, i’m ray charles, so i f-ck n-gga (uh)
first, i have money strong like a buff n-gga (ugh)
velly, skyte, who you know that’s gon’ f-ck wit’ ’em? (yeah)
[chorus: skyte]
straight out the womb, straight out the womb, i was cutthroat
that b-tch a thot, h-ll nah, i won’t f-ck, no
get on yo’ knees, you could show me the suck though
walk in this b-tch, d-ck out with my nuts low
this ain’t the mid b-tch, we smokin’ on runtz, hoe
i ain’t mean, i just keep it a buck, hoe
he tried to park, got him stuck, uh oh
shawty tryna f-ck, uh oh
threw his body in the trunk, uh oh
she don’t really got much on her d-mn chest, but lil’ shawty got a dump, uh oh
smoking loud cats, no skunk
i’ma put a wall right on these n-ggas like trump
mj on the court, lil’ n-gga, i dunk
crickets in the house, how we made this sh-t jump

- skyte

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