Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song UGUDBRU , by - AG Club. Release date: 31.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
UGUDBRU |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| We might tear your ass apart |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Thanks for givin' me my start |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| We might tear your ass apart |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the- (yeah) |
| All your conversations don’t move me |
| I’ma show these niggas how they do it in the movies |
| Bet she know the name, you don’t gotta introduce me |
| Lately all my friends say I’m actin' too moody |
| I’m tuggin' on a spliff, hope the pain don’t last too long |
| Feel insane 'cause I can’t escape my past, move on |
| But I’m facin' all these people, gotta keep my cool on |
| And say it’s all good even when I’m too gone |
| And I might be a lil' too in over my head |
| And I’m a couple hunnid miles from spitballin' in bed |
| And I’m kickballin', I miss when my kick start |
| Was playin' with PicsArt, not watchin the hip charts |
| I miss when my wrist hurt from makin lyrics work |
| When I had to ditch work to try to make hits work |
| Now brodie quit his work, we got 'em in golf shirts |
| We deep like the mobsters, I feel like a monster |
| I can’t even crowdsurf, but still the records touchin' the masses |
| And niggas mad they feet was slow, their records move like molasses |
| I mean for real to each his own, I hope you could put it past us |
| As they continue to gas us, you lookin up like, «What happened?» |
| I’m gone |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| We might tear your ass apart |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Thanks for givin' me my start |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| We might tear your ass apart |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Don’t you come out in the dark |
| Thanks for giving me my start |
| Thanks for giving me my start |
| Don’t you come out in the- |
| Lookin' my way |
| Lookin', lookin', lookin' my way |
| Lookin' my way |
| Lookin', lookin', lookin' my way |
| Run it, run it, run it |
| Run it, run it, run it |
| Run it, run it, run it |
| Run it, run it, run it |
| Attention! |
| Hut! |
| Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho |
| I’m a real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho |
| And I give her real tank |
| That’ll make her legs shake |
| Yeah, give her real tank |
| That’ll make her legs shake |
| Yeah, give her real tank |
| That’ll make her legs shake |
| Let’s go! |
| 100 a session |
| Run me a weapon, I’m finna trip |
| I’m from the West, lil' boy, you don’t wanna test |
| Hop off the porch, out the nest |
| Bitch, I’m the best, millys on millys is normal |
| Can’t give a tip what I’m gon' do |
| I end up creepin' up on you, I’m finna haunt you |
| What can you say? |
| Cuffin' my pants like back in the day |
| Fuck up the advance, recoup in a day |
| Fall out with my mans? |
| Nah, nigga don’t play |
| I ride for my brothers, I’m keepin' em safe |
| Just bought a safe, he whippin' a truck |
| I’m breakin' the bank, not givin' a fuck |
| I’m runnin' on faith, not winnin' on luck |
| My limit is up, my limit is up |
| All my dogs feeling awesome |
| Niggas finna call the opps, boy, I’m finna pop 'em |
| VA to the bay to the LA streets, recognize 'em |
| 757, ride for my city like it’s Gotham |
| Black power fist stand out in the moonlight like it’s diamonds troof |
| Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho |
| Real cajh nigga… rumble in this ho |
| Yeah, I give her real tank |
| That’ll make her legs shake |
| Yeah, give her real tank |
| That’ll make her legs shake |
| Through highest highs |
| And lowest lows |
| I remember mopping floors |
| Now I walk on marble floors |
| Like NLE I left em' froze |
| A gang of niggas, I suppose |
| 12 deep on the road |
| Pat Wood, I Rose |
| When we come in you should know |
| Manifested all the gold |
| Barely touchin' on my goals |
| I’m thankful for it, Lord knows |
| You can feel it in your soul |
| I’m chasin' a bag and I’m steppin' in |
| See me glowin', tag the melanin |
| It’s AG at Coachella, man |
| The white kids at attention |
| I’m chasin' a bag and I’m steppin' in |
| See me glowin' tag the melanin |
| It’s AG at Coachella, man |
| Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho |
| Real cajh nigga… rumble… ho |
| Yeah, I give her real tank |
| That’ll make her legs shake |
| Yeah, I give her real tank |
| That’ll make her legs shake |
| And I give her- |
| Real tank |
| Real tank |
| Real tank |