Daily Archives: August 4, 2017

Ed Sheeran – Bibia Be Ye Ye

I lost my shoes last night, I don’t know where I put my keys
Bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye
And I am only being honest with you, I
My momma (be ye ye)
Bibia be ye ye
Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
Bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye
And I’ll get a bus straight into town and spend the afternoon
My momma (be ye ye)
I was tired and fell asleep beneath an oak tree
My momma (be ye ye)
I tell myself in every way, "I won’t be doing this again"
My heart is breaking at the seems and I’m coming apart now
Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
Looking around for the things that I left on the ground
And say you’re with me, tomorrow’s a brand new day
My momma (be ye ye)
And tomorrow’s a brand new day
So no man call ya, bibia be ye ye
Upon my knuckle and each graze upon my knee, and all I know
I remember less and less and mostly things that I regret
In my phone are several texts from girls I’ve never met
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)

Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"

My momma (be ye ye)
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
Bibia be ye ye
And I am only being honest with you, I
My momma (be ye ye)
Is I got a cab and then threw up on his car seat

I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
My momma (be ye ye)
And I am only being honest with you, I
Bibia be ye ye
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
I bet my mother’s proud of me from each scar
My momma (be ye ye) (bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye)

Bibia be ye ye
Now things are looking up, I’ll find my shoes right next to the oak tree
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
He kicked me out and then I walked in the rain
My momma (be ye ye)
So no men call ya, bibia be ye ye
So no men call ya, bibia be ye ye
And in the pocket of my jeans are only coins and broken dreams

My momma (be ye ye)

Jax Jones – Instruction (feat. Demi Lovato & Stefflon Don)

All my ladies
[Verse 1: Demi Lovato]
Drop it down low and take it back high
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Pull up your bumper, cock up your waist, oh yeah
Yo, see me ‘av everyting what you want, put it pon me
Drop it down low and take it back high

Me and my crew, we got the juice, oh yeah
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Tell mom you’ll be out till late, oh yeah
Bitch, I don’t need introduction

So come here, let me mentor you, well
Stacked like casino, Armani, Moschino

Stacked like casino, Armani, Moschino
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
On the guest list, no need to cue, oh yeah
Step four
Buy anything, you don’t care what it costs
Drop it down low and take it back high
All my ladies

They dunno the realest star ’cause she don’t play
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Drop it down low and take it back high
If you’re The Supreme then I’m Diana Ross
They say I’m loco when me do me thing
If you’re The Supreme then I’m Diana Ross
Step three
Follow my simple instruction

Wind to the left, sway to the right

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Step two
Follow my simple instruction
[Outro: Demi Lovato]
All my ladies
Buy anything, you don’t care what it costs
Step one
What you gon’ do?
Buy anything, I don’t care what it cost

(All my ladies) bad gyal, bad gyal
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction
Wind to the left, sway to the right

Say that you’re bossy ’cause you are the boss
[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Follow my simple instruction

[Verse 2: Demi Lovato]
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instruction
If you’re The Supreme then I’m Diana Ross
Follow my simple instruction
All my ladies
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Wind to the left, sway to the right
Drop it down low and take it back high
Wind to the left, sway to the right
All my ladies

[Bridge: Stefflon Don & Demi Lovato]
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
[Pre-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Bad gyal, bad gyal, mashin’ up di ting, mash up the di ting banem
Follow my simple instruction
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Gyal ofe bakok bakok banem
Stacked like casino, Armani, Moschino
[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
[Pre-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
[Pre-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
You see me I do what I gotta do, oh yeah
Follow my simple instruction
Drop it down low and take it back high
Follow my simple instruction
Follow my simple instruction

Lovin’ anything, lovin’ anything, say I lovin’ anything
Drop it down low and take it back high

Grab somebody, now face to face and say
Some say I’m bossy ’cause I am the boss
[Intro: Demi Lovato]
Say that you’re bossy ’cause you are the boss
Gyal aset bakok bakok banem
Report to the dance floor when I say, oh yeah

Madison Beer – Dead

You only be showing me love whenever you’ve had too much
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight (alone tonight)
[Chorus]
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up

It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right
Mean to me then you’re nice
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Why aren’t you dead yet?
Why, why, why, why?

Be careful what you say
You cry, you cry, yeah
Why, why, why, why?
Why you still breathing?
Why do you say that?
It’s nice to know you now
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight

You never give it a thought, oh love (yeah)
And you say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet?
You’re nice, you’re nice
You could be anywhere and these days I don’t even care no more
Why aren’t you dead yet?
[Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Whatever’s been filling your cup, no more
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober
But you just take it and run, you run (oh run, run)
You could be here but you’re not, I give whatever you want
You say you can’t live without me
Now that it all went down
Say only what you mean
[Verse 1]
And I give you so many shots but you just drinking ’em all
Down on your knees you cry
Why, why, why, why?
Why you still breathing?
You could be here, but you’re there

Why, why, why, why?
[Post-Chorus]

Why, why, why, why?

Why do you say that?

[Pre-Chorus]

It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Why you still breathing?
And you say you can’t live without me
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Why aren’t you dead yet?
And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?
Why, why, why, why?
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober (sober)
Why do you say that?
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up

Son Little – Demon To The Dark

So I’d never touched the needle
The bottle get me through the night time
I think my train is of the railing

But It breaks me just the same
Do you can fell ,still your hear me
Can I somehow been put tohether
You brought the demon to the dark
Mister Philips can you hear me
My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know

My dear Romane, are you there
Satisfiend with the money
Though you may have an hardened heart
That’s when I started with the beer
I’m gonna need as a witness
My heart, my god is full of star
Have I always been a sinner?
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark
And all my daytime friends appeal
When do romane how you there
I’m gonna beg for your forgiveness
I’m in the darkness on my show
Paralysed because of fear
And everything is just a game
Just to help me with the traumas
And did the world pick me apart
The liquor gave me even
I been this way not since the 80s
Sometime the day cause life a short
Is this some way to get it clear
Is there some way to get it clear
Feel just like the world is ending
And when I do that from the start

Rich Homie Quan – Safe (feat. Cyko)

Brown suit call a nigga Louis 13
And I need a lawyer I’m talkin’ a paralegal
Ballin’ hard need a new court to play on
Who gon’ smoke pass the reefer
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it versuri-lyrics.info
Broke bitches are the only thing that hurt me
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
Red carpet fresh yeah all the time
Old money new money in the shoe box
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
Gettin’ money the s**t we don’t trip ’bout

I’ma go and get the bag keep the weight on it
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
I need everything put the bag on my main yeahhh.
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
No feelings can’t let a b***h hurt me
More problems then it’s more hittas
Tryin’ to get a brand new bag everyday
More problems then it’s more hittas.
More problems then it’s more hittasss.
I just get the money I can’t get mad at people
The TEC got my name on it Draymond
You don’t understand why I ride with the 2 heat
Rich Homie!
And if it come up short put yo’ head on the plate

Paid yo’ son to ask the people
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Money comin’ in they gon’ hate on it
More problems then it’s more hittas

Talk cash money s**t I got a big mouth
Had to stay away from hoe niggas

Had to stay away from hoe niggas
I’ve been goin’ hard man I can’t stop
Money in the mattress every night ’cause I lay on it
I can’t fall off I’ma stay on
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
Rollie so wet I can paint on it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And I’m still with the same old day ones
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Stop savin’ these h**s with a cape on
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Smoke the dope pass it neither
Had to really be a man, had stand on my two feet
I was there bro had to get on
Had to go get the money go get the money go, you slow nigga I don’t know nigga why you broke
Get the money everyday and throw the bread in the safe
So many diamonds in the patek it look like the fake gone
Niggas get wrong throw the lead in their face
More problems then it’s more hittas

Couple niggas hatin’ had to get gone
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Wrist game came with the rain on it
This stick got a 9 and a beige on
I don’t buy nothin’ I’m dirt cheap
200 of ’em in the back of the ..
Big crib for all my Section 8 homies
Traphouse go crazy, gotta grind like a broke lady
More problems then it’s more hittas.
Suck it like a vacuum cleaner
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
A lot of rubber bands in the safe boy

They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
Had to go get a chain with my name on it
Real trap nigga got the thing on me
Same nigga never changed with the fame on
Had to grind and grind and go get it

Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus

Aston sittin’ low, wow, damn I scraped it
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Bubble Gum on Jxm’, smokin’ on a different strain
[Intro]
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t with no shoppin’
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game
All these, hundreds got me siftin’
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’
Jump in the Pegasus
Leave your chick within 5 feet of me, wouldn’t risk it
Jump in the Pegasus
Ear Drummers
All kinda reckless I flexed it
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change
Jeep 35, needs a liftkit
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame
Niggas cannot stop me, told them just to face it
Mike WiLL Made-It
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (yeah)
She like spreading wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus

Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem
Took off all these niggas, call it jetstream

All kinda reckless I flexed it
Niggas still in south, they need to stay up in their lane
K-keep the change, yeah, you heard me correctly
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
I’m like "I might go and take the spot, because of negligence"
[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Say my name (Jxm’)
Last night had bitches go at me, like they go at me?
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a kick-in
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah)

All kinda reckless the necklace
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain

Put you boys to shame
Barricades ain’t holdin’ me
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (yeah)

If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Only thing I’m here for is perplexing (yeah)
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it

NF – Outro

I promise I’m way colder

I’m dedicated, the definition of dedication
I never cared to impress people that don’t even know me
My biggest fear writing this record wasn’t putting out trash
That’s why they come to my shows wearing the NF hoodies and hats low like we’re carrying weapons, ah!
[Outro]
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
They’ll get that in a minute
We about to shatter the critics
See, I am the voice of all these kids that think things, but never say ’em
The reason why these fans surrounding me
Staring in the mirror, my room, hands shaking playing "How Could You Leave Us" through the speakers on my iPhone

Trying to enjoy a career, but I don’t know how to do it, when I spend all of time my being afraid I’ma lose it!
Take both of my arms, rip ’em out the sockets and separate ’em
Forgive me, yeah, I know I get animated
Acknowledge me or not, you ain’t ignoring the following
The emotion I had in the last one
There ain’t nothing I can write that’ll match that
We’re only three records in it and this is just the beginning
All they ever did was doubt on me, now everyone’s proud of me
I’m the kid on the playground mama told you to never play with
I’m in a hotel rapping, crying on the floor of the bathroom
Don’t matter, I still write a better record than yours without a hesitation
Just look at all the minds I have opened and penetrated
The fans keep saying that they’re hungry for new music, well that’s pretty convenient ’cause I just made a plate for ’em
This is for the kids feeling like they live at the bottom and every day of they lives, feels like it’s darker than Halloween!
But if I don’t, they gonna tell me that I’m losing my passion
Got me thinking I’m Beethoven
If you’ve been waiting, the wait’s over
Or maybe I can’t be, ’cause if the music ain’t emotional enough, are they gon’ call me a has-been?
Now I want you to picture me:
You ain’t notice, y’all about to witness a takeover, I’m home!
But, then I figured out the reason they follow me
Sittin’ in my room with the pen and paper, I’m innovative
Yeah, they waiting on me to match them
And now I’m hearing none of y’all are saying
I’m home!
Listen to Intro 3, trying to kill my fear
I’m just teaching ’em something they couldn’t learn in they colleges
Yeah, you ain’t alone out there, look around you—we got a lot of fans in here
Really don’t care if they get it
Yeah, look, "How Could You Leave Us" is massive
Put the controllers away, it’s game over
I just write what I feel, somehow it started a movement
If I do, am I repeating my actions?
A lot of baggage I live in
Tryna to figure out if I’ma always feel the way that I feel or maybe someday I can learn to be happy
If I let it go, won’t my whole career be in ruins?
I don’t need you people to bow to me
They’ve been afraid of me since I was a second grader
If I cut it off, how am I supposed to keep growing
Pain’s always been the root of my music
Never been more motivated
But if you don’t know the brand by now, you better get educated
I am a savage admit it
Couple hundred thousand, that’s what we did last year
Real music
I just sit at the keys feeling the music
That’s why the passion is different
Wrote this whole record while I was levitating
It’s not ’cause I’m a "Rap God"
That’s when I realized this whole conversation is stupid
[Verse]
The game needs a makeover
There’s levels of music—and I’m in the elevator
It was disappointing myself and the fan base

Ugly God – Welcome To The Booty Tape (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Nigga please don’t disrespect
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
I always say i need a milli
[Verse]
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty

I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
I see that you hate (yuh)
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw?
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
I spent that check on my neck
I pull up and pick up that check
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! I mean he’s just not that attractive!
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
Yuh, bitch
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
What you mean
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
[Tag]
Yeah
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)

I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?
I need me a milli let’s get it
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Say hey to my tape
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s

Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
But get you a cape
Thanks Ugly God!
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)

Ugly God – Stop Smoking Black & Milds (The Booty Tape Album)

Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
[Verse 1]

[Intro]

Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip
[Chorus]
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (yup)
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive

Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy

You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?
Bitch you unattractive Why you smoking Blacks?
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
Thanks Ugly God!
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends with me

You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
Run it back, hey, ooh, ayy
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
[Verse 2]
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
[Chorus]
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
[Outro]

Ugly God – I’m A Nasty Hoe (The Booty Tape Album)

I’ma dip your titties in Koolaid baby watch how I lick it up
What I’m eating for lunch
Come here baby put your phone number in my gadget
[Verse 1]

I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
Same shoes everyday but bitch I’m still swaggin’
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
Thanks Ugly God!
Now her pussy wet like a duck
Face, Titties, Booty, and Toes
I made yo bitch say "uh"
All I said was, "I’m Ugly God"
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
[Chorus]
Young Ugly God toss yo booty like a salad
Ugly God a legend, take notes in yo tablet
Young Ugly God, bitch my dick game disastrous
[Verse 2]

37 booties in my face, boy what’s happenin’

Thanks Ugly God!

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
Ugly God A.K.A. Nigga Too Nasty

I’ma gamble witcha’ booty baby, lemme try my luck
TV screen, shawty on the scene like an actress
[Chorus]
My hair on point but my clothes stay ratchet
[Intro]
I said, "I don’t give no fuck!"
She said, "boy I’m on my period."
I put my hand on her butt
"Little Dick Clique", until they lay me in a casket
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Outro]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
Take advantage of me bitch I wanna be yo slut
Motherfuck yo fashion, I could win a beauty pageant
I’m ugly as the fuck, but bitch I’m still a coochie magnet
Sit upon my face baby, I ain’t vagina in months

Ugly God – I’m Tryna Fuck (The Booty Tape Album)

Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fornicate fuck the shit that you believe in
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
I’m tryna fuck
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up

[Verse 1]
Baby girl I know you hit my phone for a reason

If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Aye, 3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
If you don’t get loose or start freakin then I’m leaving
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
[Hook]
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Bitch you better twerk or I’m snitching that you’re cheating
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
I ain’t never begged a bitch for shit but bitch I might need it
I’m tryna fuck
Bitch i wanna see a show, throw that neck and show some cleavage
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
[Hook]
Baby stop teasing
Girl you know I’m fienin, eat this meat you ain’t no vegan

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God (The Booty Tape Album)

Fuck Ugly God (what?)
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Fuck Ugly God (what?)

Your networth say you got a million, but your ass don’t
Fuck Ugly God (what?)

Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
Flexing like you got it, bitch, I know your ass is broke
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
[Chorus]
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

Fuck Ugly God (what?)
[Verse 1]
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
[Verse 2]
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team

[Chorus]
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

Ugly God – Bitch! (The Booty Tape Album)

Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered I fucked her with no condom.
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
[Hook]
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
[Verse 1]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch

Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
[Hook]
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch

piss me off they’ll have to do you All my niggas shooters.

Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
[Outro]
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
[Verse 2]

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin

Ugly God – L.D.C (The Booty Tape Album)

Looked up in my pocket, one dollar in my wallet
Young Ugly God strike your bitch in Hobby Lobby
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
I’m the fucking shit bitch, i’m only being honest
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
Hoes on my dick, ’cause I look like Bill Cosby

I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique

I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
30 bitches on my right, 17 behind me
[Hook]

[Verse 1]
Young Pussy Bacon, drink water off the faucet
Ugly God, dick came hard like a rocket
Young Ugly God play your bitch like hockey

[Verse 2]
[Hook]
Booty Gang Captain fold your bitch like a omelette
(Thanks, Ugly God)
Ay, I cannot fuck your bitch proudly
Your girl see my face, her coochie drip like a tsunami
I’m just being honest, nigga, I know, I’m the hottest
I’m a fucking nuisance, but these niggas can’t stop me

Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I’m Ugly God, I make your main bitch call me Papi
(Thanks Ugly God)
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Young Ugly God, I’m a mothafuckin’ prophet
Fuck saving money, bitch, I’m finna buy some chocolate
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
[Hook]

Ugly God – Like A Maverick (The Booty Tape Album)

[Tag]
I done came up but just watch what I’m finna be
I see that booty I grab it (Thanks Ugly God!)

I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
She hit my phone, I put meat in her bladder
Aye, I make music from my basement
Bitch I made hits like I’m Drake
Just like a maverick
Just like a maverick
35k on my bracelet
Watch me ball out like a maverick
[Hook]
She give me play cause I’m rich so she into me
[Verse 2]
I spent that check on my wrist and my neck, Ugly God got the sauce you can’t handle it
Just like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Niggas is bitches I don’t fuck with niggas, I can’t fuck with niggas like racists
Ugly God live from the H
I pipe your bitch with this ice on my wrist cause she see my dick hard like the pavement
I take your bitch on a date
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Come at me wrong you get hurt boy I been a G
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Talk out the side of your neck and you guillotine
Just like a maverick
I sit back and thumb through this cake
Cause I ball out like a maverick

I’m the goat ain’t no replacement
Fuck a new friend, niggas fake
Nigga want beats, serve em up like a platter
Bitch, I’m throwed off like a javelin
I done came up and got famous
Watch me ball out like a maverick
[Verse 1]

Hoes on my dick I put gold on my wrist now my neck really cold like a penguin
Just like a maverick
Made half a mil by myself with no deal, now they mad cause I’m cocky and arrogant
Can’t trust a soul all you niggas is enemies
But wait
Thanks Ugly God!
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
Hey, don’t call me "brother" no you ain’t no kin to me
Just like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic
Now I’m on top the ladder bitch, look at my swagger, I’m sharp like a dagger

Watch me ball out like a maverick
They slept on me now they awake
Hey, these niggas is bitches and bitches be lying
Just like a maverick
Bitch I’m the booty gang captain
Watch me ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
She can’t be mine, no I can’t waste my time nigga I be doing shows and traveling
If Ugly God was a candidate watch how the people vote for me unanimous
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I got that guap now these bitches gon flock B, I got your main bitch in amazement
Biting my wave boy I swear you a mini me
[Hook]
Slaughter your daughter no savage
Ugly God ball like a maverick
My new bitch thick like a steak
I just got me a lil bitch from the Philippines
I see that booty, I grab it
Hey, gold on my neck and my wrist full of diamonds
Let’s get into it, no talking, let’s do it, I think that I should’ve been President