Shut Yo Face (Uncle F**ka)
-N-C-L-E fuck you, Uncle Fucka... Do right!
Hey, hey
ugh
Slip-n-slide, nigga...
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Everybody wanna be the big boy
Sling king with the biggest names in the game
In the wood grains big grins big chains
big things on the big mane
Motherfuckers done lost they brain
This shit ain't fun, the bullshit ain't done
Gonna have to get the gun now, gotta learn how to run now
'cause you the one now
That they be talking bout when they hanging out
Trying to play ya how to drain you out
Two shots rang you out, tried to slide in the game, you out
Think it's the game about, sheit
Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day
They probably been in the grave or? from the heat of the cage
Them niggas is dead
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Did I approve for you to talk to me?
Motherfuckers like you, hell, I preach it to 'em
First hand I teach 'em no psychic, bitch, hell I reach it to 'em
No bus no fuss dogg, no sucks in the Lex, dogg
Don't see no checks dogg, and stop beggin when it's wet, dogg
But you could bet dogg
That you don't know no hoe that'll hide the work
Two clips inside the purse, fuck me I'ma ride you first
fuck hard till the condom bursts, but umm...
I need my? Lee tight figero
White gold with the X and O's
You putas betta know Trina is a betta hoe
Oh you don't know?
(3, Trick Daddy)
Y'all betta quit fucking with me, I ain't got too much to lose
I got a lot to prove, so fuck motherfuckers and hoes
Gotta get the dough, save it up till I pay my dues
And break the rules, Motherfuckers that is trying to hold me down
Think you can hold me down
Hoes didn't know me, bet they ass know me now
Since I'm in Dolby now
Bitches, I play with 'em and hoes, I lay with 'em
And women, I just kiss 'em while unzipping they denims
And run up in 'em These bitches they all the same
These bitches they all for change
These bitches got game
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
If it ain't 'bout bread, save that
Broke bitches wanna know why I say that
If the going price is right and not too high
Goddammit, I'll pay that
I want two or three or four of 'em
So um, I could get my nigga to throw 'em
See my hoes horny get my flow on
With dough you can't go wrong
I roll with killas, niggas that count the dough and know
Never to trust a hoe, thug niggas
That'll shoot yo ass, excecute yo ass
My overtime niggas be grabbin it
My doggs on the bow ain't having it
Plus down south niggas got AK's
"cause when you raise the day you be savages
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Hey, hey
ugh
Slip-n-slide, nigga...
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Everybody wanna be the big boy
Sling king with the biggest names in the game
In the wood grains big grins big chains
big things on the big mane
Motherfuckers done lost they brain
This shit ain't fun, the bullshit ain't done
Gonna have to get the gun now, gotta learn how to run now
'cause you the one now
That they be talking bout when they hanging out
Trying to play ya how to drain you out
Two shots rang you out, tried to slide in the game, you out
Think it's the game about, sheit
Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day
They probably been in the grave or? from the heat of the cage
Them niggas is dead
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Did I approve for you to talk to me?
Motherfuckers like you, hell, I preach it to 'em
First hand I teach 'em no psychic, bitch, hell I reach it to 'em
No bus no fuss dogg, no sucks in the Lex, dogg
Don't see no checks dogg, and stop beggin when it's wet, dogg
But you could bet dogg
That you don't know no hoe that'll hide the work
Two clips inside the purse, fuck me I'ma ride you first
fuck hard till the condom bursts, but umm...
I need my? Lee tight figero
White gold with the X and O's
You putas betta know Trina is a betta hoe
Oh you don't know?
(3, Trick Daddy)
Y'all betta quit fucking with me, I ain't got too much to lose
I got a lot to prove, so fuck motherfuckers and hoes
Gotta get the dough, save it up till I pay my dues
And break the rules, Motherfuckers that is trying to hold me down
Think you can hold me down
Hoes didn't know me, bet they ass know me now
Since I'm in Dolby now
Bitches, I play with 'em and hoes, I lay with 'em
And women, I just kiss 'em while unzipping they denims
And run up in 'em These bitches they all the same
These bitches they all for change
These bitches got game
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
If it ain't 'bout bread, save that
Broke bitches wanna know why I say that
If the going price is right and not too high
Goddammit, I'll pay that
I want two or three or four of 'em
So um, I could get my nigga to throw 'em
See my hoes horny get my flow on
With dough you can't go wrong
I roll with killas, niggas that count the dough and know
Never to trust a hoe, thug niggas
That'll shoot yo ass, excecute yo ass
My overtime niggas be grabbin it
My doggs on the bow ain't having it
Plus down south niggas got AK's
"cause when you raise the day you be savages
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Uncle fucka whatcha say? MOTHERFUCKER!
Shut yo fucking face
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Young, Katrina Taylor, Corey Evans, Mark Seymour, Randolph Parker
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