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Guapdad 4000 & !llmind - "Uncle Ricky" (1176)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Performer
!llmind
!llmind
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
!llmind
!llmind
Producer
James Delgado
James Delgado
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what (yeah, yeah, ayy) My uncle Ricky fuckin' plays, he fuckin' scary His personality is, well, overbearing The type of uncle that got high then start over-sharin' And said when it come to my problems, then he over-caring He's over listening He only care about his own problems, his own business My uncle Ricky don't wash his clothes and fuck bitches I don't wanna open the door for this nigga But this nigga know I'm here for him, lights on in the kitchen, ayy Nephew, take me down the street, so I can meet this hoe Nephew, she got EBT and some more Nephew, she can get this syrup drank and some drugs Nephew, put this in the back of your trunk and go Drivin' with the devil, it's like time got slow He promised me a bag and my mind got stuck He was high, I was tired, so my mind got froze He said, "Nephew? Hey, nephew? Do this for unc" It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what He gon' bend this corner real quick Nephew, we slidin', where we goin We gon' pick this lil' bitch up, that owe me five, "Five dollars?" "Five hundred, and a nigga like me need all that chicken" So he pulled up behind, she good, why she cryin'? Bitch be trippin' Okay, pull up to the place though, where the ATM And played Got 5 On It, I'm five degrees from a fever It's 95 degree in the car 'cause I broke my heater And I'm nervous he got a gun, hot breath and heavy breathing So it's humid in the whip, and there's humans in the whip Plus that black bag from earlier, what's it doing in the whip? Back to the heat, and then turns certain things into steam I got aromas of ammonia, what the fuck do that mean? He said, "Nephew, you want this TEC-9? You gotta get it fixed" Nephew, I been sellin' cream and doin' hella shit Nephew, the bitch from the store, her baby-daddy want some fun Go get that gun, face him, show him you ain't no punk It's the God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what God, one, two, three, four, five, what, what, what All four, four, one, word to your mother All four, four, one, word to your mother All four, four, one, word to your mother
Writer(s): Mario Dragoi, Ramon Ibanga, Akeem Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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