Uh Uh (feat. Vixxen)
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm damn yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that shit from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that shit it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That shit it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna fuckin do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
You want me for the fame
And you want me for the money
I guess you're gonna have to wrap around me like a gummy
Yeah, uh yeah I'm damn yummy
Give me all you got
No you can't take that shit from me, uh
I'm so hypnotic
Anything I say is honest
Bitch don't act like you forgot it
I'm the realest and the hottest
I be smoking on that product
Yeah that shit it so erotic, uh
Yeah that's what I need
Ain't that what you wanted, uh
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
You ain't even listening
You don't know what you're missing
And my diamonds shining in the light
That shit it glistening
There ain't no social distancing
And ain't nobody witnessing
What I'm gonna fuckin do to get up our conditioning
I push you back
Why don't you lay back on the sofa
We do a little yoga
We call that king cobra, uh
Turn it over
Better prove it like it owes ya
You don't tell me when it's over
Baby do it like I showed ya, uh
You say you gang gang
But how low does your chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Uh uh, uh uh
That shit go bang bang
You pull that pistol out
You wanna have that dang thang
Uh uh, uh uh
See what you claim mane
You wanna bang bang
You wanna play this game game
Uh uh, uh uh
Let's see that chain hang
You pull that pistol out
You make that shit go bang bang
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Paul Tsoy, Joelle Renee Golany
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
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