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My ugh
Afro-Pop
My ugh was released on April 20, 2026 by DoubleB Records as a part of the album the last breath
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Release DateApril 20, 2026
LabelDoubleB Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smooth Doubleb
Smooth Doubleb
Vocals
Victoria Mars
Victoria Mars
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Bass
Brandon Bass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Unknown Instrumentalz
Unknown Instrumentalz
Producer

Lyrics

Ah, ah, ah, ah, I want unlimited kisses
Ah, ah, ah, ah
You said all over like, like all over my body
I don’t get to pick where I get them
If they’re supposed to be my unlimited kisses, yeah
I don’t get that choice, come on now
So let me get this straight, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You, I win the unlimited kisses, that’s my prize
The unlimited kisses, but you get to decide where the kisses, let’s go
You constantly treat me wrong
Proved my inner voice that it wasn’t wrong
Still got you on social media
I’m not adding you, I'd rather take the number instead
Even when I do, it leads nowhere
Delete your contact, but you’re tryna see why like you’re Blue’s Clues
Tried to act spiritual, but you’re not
No matter how cute you look doesn’t compare to the horrendous person you are
You could be beautiful on the inside
But if you’re not attractive to me, then it’s a no for me, dog
Back of your head, name five of their songs
I’ll wait
One-word answers, I thought we had a good connection
Going so well over social media
Once you get my number, it falls flat
Thought you was beauty and black
You gotta have melanin inside of you
I’m not attracted to everyone
It’s hard for you to come to the fact
I’m not like these other folks, where I let you do your thing
Coming back to me out of the blue
But you left me on seen, left me on read
I know my true love is out there, but will it even be clear
Her name sounds like windshield wipers dusting her away
I didn’t care, you weren’t my type anyway
Between 2027 and 2029, streaming will be dead
We had celebrities get all the fame
We had content creators do their thing
We had social media stars making a lot of currency
We had influencers influence the country
But now it’s time for the chosen people to get their flowers
You’ve been looking so good, but you’re my ugh
Behind closed doors, I would hit that shit
I don’t care if you got kids
I don’t care if you’re single or seeing a husband
You can be my little ass sneaky link
Hands so soft, I’m tryna feel you
Reaching for me, ima catch you
Ima grab you every chance I get
I’ve been imagining me grabbing on your ass
Give me the green light or signs that you want it, and I’ll provide it
At this point, you’re going to have to call me or something
Cause for whatever reason, it’s not letting you finish your message
Written by: Brandon Bass
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