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    "Uh Oh" Lyrics


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    [Chorus: x8]
    Uh oh

    Give me the trap and I'ma set it up with fine bait
    Give me the ice, and I'll show y'all bustas how to skate
    Give me the time I'ma consume and straight cultivate
    Give me the money to stage and the mic and I'm straight
    I can tell you ain't hard, y'all bustas soft
    They find a neutral spot, they let go loot so I'ma go off
    I don't imitate styles, I got flows
    Now watch the special delivery to you motherfucking hoes
    Check one two with the mic, check the game
    Check the handling when I step to change a lane
    Check the straight knot on them hoes I be checkin'
    Now check ya playa status from the chicks I'm collecting

    [Chorus: x2]

    Now put a cap on that bullshit y'all talkin' bout mister rapper
    I'm fed up to here with that ??? so I'ma slap you
    Saying gangsta rhymes and doing whole things that don't mix
    Uh huh, you about to get caught up in the mix
    I'm from St. Louis, the clean town was the hood
    Disrespect, watch me make it understood
    Ya better have somebody to call twelve
    I'm pissed off and I'm about to raise hell
    And I won't bite my tongue for none of y'all
    I'm just gone crush you quick, like the impact of a wrecking ball
    I just drunk some gin and it made me worse
    If I don't get some green, your next ride gone be in a hearse

    [Chorus: x2]

    I got the ice cold water to put your fire ass out
    And the hoes hooked up to the hydrant in case you spread, no doubt
    You bustas through, we coming through
    Fatball and mad society run through
    We bout to drown, we murder bound
    Get it together cause tonight it's going down
    I can't stop, I can't quit
    So one of y'all end up getting a wig split
    It ain't nothing you can do to take us under
    Cause we warriors, playas, soulja killas, and hater hunters
    Y'all just unchained the wrong clique
    For the next ten years, we gone be running this shit

    [Chorus] -
    This song was submitted on November 20th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Beau Dozier, Jason Edmonds.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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