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Chief Keef - Uh Uh (feat. Playboi Carti) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Vocals
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer

Lyrics

Sosa, baby GBE, baby Bang, bang-bang, bang, bang Beep (beep), beep (beep) Beep (beep) Beep Beep (what? What?) Huh Poppin' a pill, still (yeah) Shawty on the block with me wearin' Chanel (hold up) Too much dope in here, I can't smell, smell (too much dope) Too many guns in here, I can't tell, tell (tell, tell, tell, tell) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (I can't tell, tell, hold up) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (tell, tell, hold up) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (tell, tell) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (what? Hold up, what? What?) Uh-uh (what?) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (skrrt-skrrt) (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) uh-uh (skrrt, hold up) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (what? Hold up) Heat in my hand, no oven mitt Take your block and tumble it (tumble it) Bitch, give me that cookie, I'm crumblin' (crumblin') Uh-uh, you was lovin' that hoe (lovin' that hoe) The way that go, I never ever know Rollin' up Ps, 'cause I'm cappin' that O Get sparked from the heat, that was definite though You can try to run, but you catchin' them though Wanna fuck in these mouth like I'm M&Ms though It's a hit-and-run, hit the ambulance, hoe Ice in my cup, December 24 Smoke get me higher than the airfield though Mama told me, "Never ever fear" though .45 bigger than a elephant though Go to court smellin' like I sell elbows Ha-ha, you was poppin' that shit (poppin' that shit) Let the window down, start poppin' them sticks Ha-ha, you was not with that shit (not with that shit) You don't even know what come with that shit (what come with that shit, hey) You better run, run, run up the blue bummers That bitch with me all in my arms, yeah (my arms, yeah) After that I sent her home, and I don't care We want all the smoke, we got mob fare Poppin' a pill, still (yeah) Shawty on the block with me wearin' Chanel (hold up) Too much dope in here, I can't smell, smell (too much dope) Too many guns in here, I can't tell, tell (tell, tell, tell, tell) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (I can't tell, tell, hold up) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (tell, tell, hold up) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (tell, tell) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (what? Hold up, what? What?) Uh-uh (what?) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (skrrt-skrrt) (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) uh-uh (skrrt, hold up) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (what? Hold up, what?)
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Jordan Carter, Timothy Jordan Jenks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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