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fn - uche (chicago) lyrics

(skrr! skrr! skrr!)
(zone 6 n*gga, pyrex whippa, pyrex)
(uche)
(808 my crew)

(yeah) february prayin’ for my sins
(yeah) out of town for months, i’m gettin’ it in
five percent, that’s everywhere i go (yea)
(yeah) my b*tch sellin’ p*ssy for the low (low)

(yeah) i got way more cautious with my friends
love is a costly pleasure, and i’m scared to spend
it’s a game of ring around the rosie, how we gone spin (huh)
alphabet boys, my favorite letters are f *

(one, two, three, four)
(one, two, three, four)
(one, two, three, four)
(ok, i’m ready)

* n (go)

cut my tonguе out fore i ever tеll you the truth (tell you the truth)
they need slumber, how these n*ggas lyin’ in the booth
danny glover, these n*ggas act like they gone shoot (hmm)
came from nothing, i’m doin’ it big, that’s bruce, bruce
sippin’ wocky, my b*tch keep askin’ me to slow down
he, he, him, him * like the choppa got pro*nouns
i been in a rush to touch a mill n’ make it two
outside with the gang, i throw my bro a alley*oop

breakin’ hearts, but baby who gonna love you better (you tweakin)
i kept the silence like the sh*t they put on berettas
main b*tch she bad but we some good fellas
suicide doors, these days a n*gga livin’ better

i’m tryna slide n’ make good on vendettas
blow a n*gga’s brains out, make sure they remember
i go ice box, johnny dang, up the pressure
f*ckin’ twins, they sayin my name, who say it better (huh)

up the score, ain’t talkin eros, we shoot a movie
that b*tch either confused, oh, she drunk, she callin me uchee
runnin up a sack off what i never put on loose leaf
ar got a kick, call that muhh*f*cka bruce lee

sleeping’ in the trap for like twelve times two
lil’ shawty geekin’ (uh) n bro ass tweakin’ (uh)
no i ain’t decent (nah), no, i been tweakin’ (uh)
crash out for no reason, i might crash out for no reason

(yeah) february prayin’ for my sins
(yeah) out of town for months, i’m gettin’ it in
five percent, that’s everywhere i go (yeah)
(yeah) my b*tch sellin’ p*ssy for the low (low)
(yeah) i got way more cautious with my friends
love is a costly pleasure, and i’m scared to spend
it’s a game of ring around the rosie, how we gone spin (huh)
alphabet boys, my favorite letters are fn (go, uche)

i whippin’ the gold n takin’ chances, this is how it spins
i started this sh*t on fourth n’ inches, no tellin’ how it ends
i f*ckin’ her good, her face fn, she keepin’ it trim
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- uche chicago lyrics

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