Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Uh Huh , by - Molly Brazy. Release date: 19.09.2019
Song language: English
Uh Huh |
| Uh-huh |
| Pooh, you a fool for this one |
| Ayy, turn me up |
| Man, what the fuck this nigga on? |
| What, you got some money? |
| You want a feature? |
| Hold on, I’m in the studio, nigga (Winners Circle) |
| Got a bag, I’ma spend it (I'ma spend it) |
| Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (Bags with my bitches, yeah) |
| Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga) |
| Can’t catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh |
| Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (With my bitches, yeah) |
| He got a bag, I’ma spend it (And I’ma spend it) |
| Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga, hah) |
| Can’t catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh |
| I don’t talk a lot, I’d rather get the guap |
| Hoes on my dick, told 'em to lick the top |
| Fast money, bitch, I’m really quick to the guap |
| Cut that nigga off faster if he fuck with the guap |
| Rude bitch, shoot his shot, he need assist, that nigga missed |
| I don’t fuck with niggas who don’t be up on they shit |
| I don’t fuck with these bitches 'cause these hoes ain’t shit |
| Put some diamonds on myself, I treat myself like I’m my bitch |
| Uh-huh, I need my money all hundreds |
| Money lookin' like I hit the bank and told 'em, «Run it» |
| I might see her nigga just to make her mad, fuck it |
| I ain’t worried 'bout a nigga, not a ho, nan' nothin' (Uh-huh) |
| Got a bag, I’ma spend it (I'ma spend it) |
| Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (Bags with my bitches, yeah) |
| Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga) |
| Can’t catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh |
| Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (With my bitches, yeah) |
| He got a bag, I’ma spend it (And I’ma spend it) |
| Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga, hah) |
| Can’t catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh |
| I’m too pretty to be silly over silly |
| Told that nigga get the fuck up off my line, I need millis |
| Put them twenties up, boy, want to see them hundreds |
| Worried 'bout a fuckboy, that is not what’s up, sis |
| Broke nigga, that’s the type my mama said don’t fuck with |
| Real bitch, I’m the type your nigga wanna fuck with |
| MC Brazy 'cause these niggas can’t touch this |
| Someone tell these hoes to run up so they can get done quick |
| Drop addy on that, like, «What's up, bitch?» |
| I ain’t pussy, you can’t play with me or fuck with it |
| Tell these hoes to get some goals beyond some dumb shit |
| I be on some bread shit, they be on some crumb shit (Uh-huh) |
| Got a bag, I’ma spend it (I'ma spend it) |
| Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (Bags with my bitches, yeah) |
| Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga) |
| Can’t catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh |
| Pop out, matching bags with my bitches (With my bitches, yeah) |
| He got a bag, I’ma spend it (And I’ma spend it) |
| Lame bitches worried 'bout a nigga (Worried 'bout a nigga, hah) |
| Can’t catch me worried 'bout a nigga, uh-uh |