Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uhohhh, artist - Troy Ave. Album song Album of the Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
Uhohhh |
| Gang gang |
| R.I.P. |
| to Bang Bang |
| Praise God |
| Smash on 'em, smash on 'em |
| Get a whole lot of cash on 'em |
| Two-twenty in the dash on 'em |
| Smash on a, smash on a |
| Lookin' good, whole lot of cash on a |
| Two-twenty on the fuckin' dash on a bitch |
| Before I leave, buh-buh-buh-buh-blast on a bitch |
| I’m wildin' in this bitch, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| Countin' on some shit, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| You mad 'cause I’m rich, nigga, uh-oh |
| Fully-loaded clip, better duck low |
| I’m wildin' in this bitch, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| Countin' on some shit, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| You mad 'cause I’m rich, nigga, uh-oh |
| Fully-loaded clip, better duck low |
| Word |
| DBT, real trap nigga, birds |
| Look, I am not friends with no rap niggas (Birds) |
| Man, I used to buy cards, now I’m buyin' boats (Wavy) |
| Man, I used to have a heart, now I’m cuttin' throats (Slay 'em) |
| Come to my neck of the woods, you already know |
| I got trees and pistols, but they ain’t for show |
| I got two million in cash and I made it slow (How?) |
| I made a million off music, million off of blow (Powder) |
| Winning, I’m a boss with some dirty hands |
| Filthy, I use 'em poolside, countin' thirty bands |
| Feel me? |
| Writing from my motherfuckin' waterfall (Make it rain) |
| But when I spray a house, it ain’t no water, y’all |
| Listen, whip it 'til it change, nigga, word |
| I am rich off cocaine, nigga, word |
| I give a fuck about fame, nigga |
| I emerged from the fuckin' crack flame, nigga, word |
| I’m wildin' in this bitch, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| Countin' on some shit, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| You mad 'cause I’m rich, nigga, uh-oh |
| Fully-loaded clip, better duck low |
| I’m wildin' in this bitch, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| Countin' on some shit, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| You mad 'cause I’m rich, nigga, uh-oh |
| Fully-loaded clip, better duck low |
| Look, you ain’t really rich, that’s your man’s paper (Hold up) |
| I got a housekeeper and a landscaper (More up) |
| I’ma come clean, dawg, we ain’t the same (Why?) |
| I know where you shop, you got a fake chain (Oh my) |
| Fraudin', so much fraudin' (Hah) |
| Man, I’m dead, where the hell is the coffin? |
| Fuck it, instead of me resting in peace |
| I rest twenty-carat VS1 stones in my piece (Bling) |
| Icy man, icy man, how you so cold? |
| I kept it independent, they like, «How you so bold?» |
| You read a nigga penny and his story gettin' told |
| I make ninety-five percent of every record that I sold |
| Realest nigga in this shit just to be specific |
| Hard work, faith in God, grind, I’m committed |
| Made it on my own, can’t nobody say I didn’t |
| Niggas ridin' waves, tryna |
| Smash on a, smash on a |
| Lookin' good, whole lot of cash on a |
| Two-twenty on the fuckin' dash on a bitch |
| Before I leave, buh-buh-buh-buh-blast on a bitch |
| I’m wildin' in this bitch, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| Countin' on some shit, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| You mad 'cause I’m rich, nigga, uh-oh |
| Fully-loaded clip, better duck low |
| I’m wildin' in this bitch, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| Countin' on some shit, they like, «Uh-oh» |
| You mad 'cause I’m rich, nigga, uh-oh |
| Fully-loaded clip, better duck low |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, woah, woah |