Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ew, artist - UnoTheActivist. Album song 8, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Ew |
| I think that I’m gonna take a walk to the bank today |
| I’m gonna walk inside the bank today |
| I ordered a hundred, the truck on the way |
| I got a plug with the bank, okay |
| I’m in New York with a shank, okay |
| I put my wrist in the sink, okay |
| I turned the drink to drank, okay |
| I turned the drink to drank |
| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah |
| Ew, ew, ew |
| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah |
| E-e-ew, ew, ew |
| Ew, ew, ew |
| She eat up that dick way she eat up that yogurt |
| She fuck with me, heard I give away them Birkins |
| Don’t give a bit' nothing, that is not my nurture |
| Be lucky enough if you a flying virgil, yeah |
| I do not fuck with not none of these people |
| These niggas cheesy, cheesy just like Doritos |
| My bitches easy-breezey just like Moschino |
| These niggas sucking up the drip like mosquito |
| I pop at your top, at your hat, at your beanie |
| I’m making you duck, well, this is Desert Eagle |
| I fuck on her back when she droppin' the eagle |
| She a hardbody, beetle (What?) |
| And I spike that punch, beetle (What?) |
| Lean I got that juice, beetle (What?) |
| You can’t join 'em, then you beat 'em (What?) |
| Trap house having more hits than The Beatles (Dig) |
| Jumpsuit I got on Needles |
| Bih' that ain’t matching my drip, leave her |
| Damn, where the fuck the style when you need her? |
| Puttin' two points to his chest, call it cleavage |
| Bih' know I ball like that boy from Cleveland |
| Say you got dirty but I know my dirty cleaner |
| Told her if, «If you ever get pregnant better claim it» |
| I am not Family Guy, bitch, I’m Cleveland |
| I think that I’m gonna take a walk to the bank today |
| I’m gonna walk inside the bank today |
| I ordered a hundred, the truck on the way |
| I got a plug with the bank, okay |
| I’m in New York with a shank, okay |
| I put my wrist in the sink, okay |
| I turned the drink to drank, okay |
| I turned the drink to drank |
| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah |
| Ew, ew, ew |
| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah |
| E-e-ew, ew, ew |
| Ew, ew, ew |
| I snow I’m getting Even Steven |
| Fuck the cops, my boy in prison |
| I cannot fuck with no bitch with no vision |
| And you know that my toaster bring these Vs in |
| And you know bad bitch, uh, need Visa |
| Every time, uh, she Simpson, Lisa |
| Cup full of, uh, can’t have none either |
| Way she suck dick you would think that she a teether |
| These lil' niggas so pathetic, this that other vetty yetty |
| Hoes always talkin' 'bout, «Are you ready?» |
| Bitch, I been ready since yesterdetty |
| And the Macbook match the MAC-11 |
| How can a midget hit 197? |
| I wear glasses so I can’t respect it |
| Can’t fuck with you if you don’t got vision |
| I think that I’m gonna take a walk to the bank today |
| I’m gonna walk inside the bank today |
| I ordered a hundred, the truck on the way |
| I got a plug with the bank, okay |
| I’m in New York with a shank, okay |
| I put my wrist in the sink, okay |
| I turned the drink to drank, okay |
| I turned the drink to drank |
| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah |
| Ew, ew, ew |
| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah |
| E-e-ew, ew, ew |
| Ew, ew, ew |