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Uber
18.464
Hip-Hop/Rap
Uber wurde am 22. November 2017 von Bird Vision Entertainment LLC als Teil des Albums Feed tha Streets veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum22. November 2017
LabelBird Vision Entertainment LLC
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM67

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Pinnacle at the top)
[Verse 2]
Tryna show you how I ball, baby
I be drivin' foreign cars, baby
When you shoppin' at the mall, baby
I'm just tryna show you off, baby
Wanna shoot you to the stars, baby
Wanna shoot you to the stars, baby
You are, baby
[Verse 3]
IPhone makin' money moves
Yeah, you know I'm tryna make a mil, baby
I don't need to pop a silly front
She wanna tell you how I feel, baby
Let me know you keep it real, baby
When I slide you hold the steel, baby
You already know the deal, baby
Please don't ever fight the feel, baby, yeah, yeah
[Verse 4]
I'm takin' her home 'cause she seem that
She don't bond when I'm flexin'
I'm runnin' it up for me and you, don't ask me no questions
A lot of **** try to hate on me but I'm just runnin' up a bag
Three Jane don't miss a **** ridin' up in a Jag
[Verse 5]
I cannot trust your word, I know that you **** is fraud
You ain't got a Rollie on lease, I don't got a minute at all
Smokin' that moon rock, she said he's gon' send her tomorrow
Cousin was yesterday, fuck her today
Then I'm gon' fuck her lil' sister tomorrow
[Verse 6]
Tryna show you how I ball, baby
I be drivin' foreign cars, baby
When you shoppin' at the mall, baby
I'm just tryna show you off, baby
Wanna shoot you to the stars, baby
Wanna shoot you to the stars, baby
You are, baby (Pinnacle at the top)
[Verse 7]
IPhone makin' money moves
Yeah, you know I'm tryna make a mil, baby
I don't need to pop a silly front
She wanna tell you how I feel, baby
Let me know you keep it real, baby
When I slide you hold the steel, baby
You already know the deal, baby
Please don't ever fight the feel, baby, yeah, yeah
[Verse 8]
She be showin' me her real colors
Yes, sometimes I gotta let it go
And sometimes I gotta let her know
Change the bag with me, baby
She finessin' on these bitches got me
Feelin' like I'ma make a pass on the daily
Get the dome put them peas with me
We goin' half on a baby
[Verse 9]
Introduce you to real now
You can detect that these **** is lame
And she know that I'm ballin'
She see the gold Cartier on the frame
Roll Royce without the brain
Thousand dollar Balmain
Bet you know how it came
Bitch, I do it all for the fortune
I don't do it for the fame
[Verse 10]
Tryna show you how I ball, baby
I be drivin' foreign cars, baby
When you shoppin' at the mall, baby
I'm just tryna show you off, baby
Wanna shoot you to the stars, baby
Wanna shoot you to the stars, baby
You are baby
[Verse 11]
IPhone makin' money moves
Yeah, you know I'm tryna make a mil, baby
I don't need to pop a silly front
She wanna tell you how I feel, baby
Let me know you keep it real, baby
When I slide you hold the steel, baby
You already know the deal, baby
Please don't ever fight the feel, baby, yeah, yeah
Written by: Rodrick Moore
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