my unkles - fox bd lyrics
[intro]
mm, bd
frrt, uh, frrt (i think this is some x*files sh*t)
uh, n*gga
mm, uh*uh (diegx)
uh, uh, i’m off a f*ckin’ eighth right now
off a f*ckin’ eighth right now, i’m off—
[chorus]
man, is it me or am i trippin’? what the f*ck dude yappin’ ’bout? (the f*ck?)
too rich to go back and forth with you, you can’t even rent out of house (so called opps)
me and my b*tch childish as f*ck, we twenty*four, we still play house (my bm)
my uncle fruity and uncle fatty ‘nem’ll cut me off if i do a song with a mouse (my uncles)
i can tell he ran out of pape’, he constantly postin’ throwback thursdays (he need help)
it’s a meeting, get here, stop whatever you doin’, this sh*t here urgent (i’m trim)
i ain’t h*rny, give a f*ck about your p*ssy, bad b*tches, bd curvin’ ’em (i’m cool)
snake*ass n*ggas talkin’ ’bout his partner, heard the whole conversation, he ain’t know i merged him (hahaha)
[verse]
walked up on a street, smelled baccarat, smelled old spice, i knew an opp near (eastside)
why the f*ck you got diamonds in your mouth? you don’t even brush t**th, smelled your breathe, almost dropped tear (ugh)
my first walkthrough, happy fifty thousand on me, four pockets swole like big ‘mir (can’t wait)
fatt fox signed first, played the background, waited my turn, smilin’ ear to ear
can’t get what i’m puttin’ down, they watchin’ my lyrics (frrt)
we in the party stuntin’ on opps, switchin’ gears (frrt)
call it relationship, one b*tch, i refused ’em (frrt)
hoes from germany keep tellin’ me, “say music” (frrt)
n*ggas walk in my section with a fake*ass patek, these n*ggas pathetic (get him out)
security got three seconds, turn him around, i ain’t even tryna be messy (hurry up)
no diddy, but if i invite you to the pool party, you gotta be naked
we don’t condone that baby oil, only liquor, condoms, pills, relay this message (f*ck they thought?)
mama boy*ass n*gga, ain’t got a hustle ball on him, name him bobby boucher (mama’s boy)
grown ass n*gga too spoiled, he get to thrown’ fits if he don’t get his way (lil’ b*tch)
he ain’t got no gangster in the blood, all his uncles some b*tches, cry baby to this day (haha)
i’m fresh as f*ck, every time you see me, don’t get it confused, you catch four to the face (head to toe)
my generation don’t stand on sh*t, i stand on morals and principles like back in the day (like huh?)
i wanna expose some of these rappers, they all be cappin’ i’m feelin’ like ye
[chorus]
is it me or am i trippin’? what the f*ck dude yappin’ ’bout? (the f*ck?)
too rich to go back and forth with you, you can’t even rent out of house (so called opps)
me and my b*tch childish as f*ck, we twenty*four, we still play house (my bm)
my uncle fruity and uncle fatty ‘nem’ll cut me off if i do a song with a mouse (my uncles)
i can tell he ran out of pape’, he constantly postin’ throwback thursdays (he need help)
it’s a meeting, get here, stop whatever you doin’, this sh*t here urgent (i’m trim)
i ain’t h*rny, give a f*ck about your p*ssy, bad b*tches, bd curvin’ ’em (i’m cool)
snake*ass n*ggas talkin’ ’bout his partner, heard the whole conversation, he ain’t know i merged him (hahaha)
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