Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jaguar, artist - Ugly God. Album song Bumps & Bruises, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Asylum Worldwide
Song language: English
Jaguar |
| Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God |
| What’s up? |
| Pull up, pop out! |
| Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God |
| Savage shit like 21, Uzi Vert I rock out |
| Went to college for the hoes, blew up then I dropped out |
| Bought a crib, turned my old spot into a thot house |
| I hope you get the picture otherwise you’ll get cropped out |
| Yellow bitch like daffodil, she stay on the watch out |
| Me and her like Jack and Jill, pull up with the top out |
| Thrax pack, vacuum seal, blowin' 'til I’m knocked out (Thanks Ugly God) |
| Stack it on 'em, my neck a new freezer, put a jacket on 'em |
| Fish tank, findin' Nemo when I drop a bag up on 'em |
| Big bank, made a couple beats then started rappin' on 'em |
| Ben Franks, all my friends are dead but ain’t no casket on 'em |
| I like bad bitches, bad broads, fast money, fast cars |
| Hop inside that Jaguar and whip it like a NASCAR |
| Do a hunnid' on that dash, nigga (Skrr) |
| 130 on that dash |
| I like bad bitches, bad broads, fast money, fast cars |
| Hop inside that Jaguar and whip it like a NASCAR |
| Do a hunnid' on that dash, nigga (Skrr) |
| 130 on that dash, nigga |
| Look, watch me do a hunnid' on that dashboard |
| Left a couple niggas in the past, I feel bad for 'em |
| Learned how to make a M and I didn’t take no class for it |
| Mister Buy-A-Bitch-A-Birkin-Bag-When-She-Didn't-Ask-For-It |
| Yeah, my dick was in the dirt but I dug it out |
| If my new bitch leave me hurt, I’ma thug it out |
| Niggas really like to argue on the Internet |
| See, I ain’t going back and fourth, we can dump it out |
| Yeah my Backwoods full of knives, had to buff it out |
| Keep talking your shit, don’t be surprised when I flush it out |
| I remember mom ain’t have no job so we stuck it out |
| If this rapping shit don’t work, I take that other route (Thanks Ugly God, |
| thanks Ugly God) |
| My money forever in the half, I ain’t runnin' out |
| Pull up to the party, get the cash then I’m rushin' out |
| All I said was «water», now my left wrist is flooded out |
| The neighbor’s asking what the fuss about |
| I like bad bitches, bad broads, fast money, fast cars |
| Hop inside that Jaguar and whip it like a NASCAR |
| Do a hunnid' on that dash, nigga (Skrr) |
| 130 on that dash |
| I like bad bitches, bad broads, fast money, fast cars |
| Hop inside that Jaguar and whip it like a NASCAR |
| Do a hunnid' on that dash, nigga (Skrr) |
| 130 on that dash, nigga |
| Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God |
| Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God |