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PERFORMING ARTISTS
UglyFace Music
UglyFace Music
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Farpella
Kevin Farpella
Songwriter
Aaron Temple
Aaron Temple
Songwriter
Andre Mosley
Andre Mosley
Songwriter
Aric Jones
Aric Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
UglyFace Music
UglyFace Music
Producer

Lyrics

You niggas sleeping on me here we go again Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped You niggas sleeping on me here we go again Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped This for little Z man For him I go he-man Know I need that cheese fam Ride around town something decent No more of this at least shit Ownership no more of this lease shìt Best of best my bitch get new breast for thе dress A stupid address ask anything ass for the jеans Bussin' out seams bus in more seeds So much fuckin' need a bus for these She could leave but money guarantee She gone never not love me Don't push me take the tv but leave the pussy That was Pryor now we on fire UGLYFACE with a bullet Pussy until you fuck wit me to pull it This ain't pretend we on defense We ain't scared we God's son Thugged out for loved ones Live life so I can hug my son Grow him up then show him how we grow some Roll us a blunt with too much sauce Fuck him once Ellery told me better me Than one of these young ones No time for the edit Get yo credit dog smarten up some We on the hunt no grills and no fronts Just mills for the runts killed tryna stunt We on the prowl low profile All smiles but growl like the 808 If you around my plate You niggas sleeping on me here we go again Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped You niggas sleeping on me here we go again Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped Wake up, wake up First of the month suck till I nut I don't do nothing stunt calling they bluff Writing till nobody left I push a whip with no keys straight to the keys Keep it a 100 and 50 I drink till I'm drunk I'm charging up These rappers sleeping that's Dragon Ball Z's And it sound like war when I flo In other words it's ground beef I'm on the right side of pianos Playing minor chords in high keys I got the shorts over knees Venice beach dro in the breeze I feel like a chief Hope you ain't thinking I'm soft Cuz I got some gangstas with me and they be Black assassins button mashing Ass smacking easy macking Think I'm Danny Glover Mel Gibson In a session ima lethal weapon And I'm never on safety Please try to make it home safely Cell phone tapped off that Kim Basinge In a room full of bass heads hood by the way we act But these hood niggas call me brainiac White folk say abrasive All I do is acme like animaniacs And sip my own juice without a chaser I'm Schwarzenegger with the leather jacket I'm telepathic with a tomahawk Slide up Jefferson right up on your block Put my niggas on then take the summer off You niggas sleeping on me here we go again Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped You niggas sleeping on me here we go again Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy Ducking from the jeal-
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