Lyrics:
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
an automatic, not Paula Patton
But two guns, yeah, I thought about it
We caught a cab and like a rally
We drove it through the rain while my girl is in pain
ugly!
Eh! Hey! You ugly [X1]
[D&C] U.G.L.Y
[C] You could make an onion cry
[D&C] U.G.L.Y
[D] Like an alien chased by the F.B.I.
U.G.L.Y [X7]
U ain't
screamin like your head short a few vials
No more slabs and dollar cabs
Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast
Extra dark
don't invite in,
But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate,
in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got jail
They
on ya gut
[Noreaga] Get bucked! Get bucked!
[Mendosa] Iraq element don't give a fuck
Chorus
[Troy Outlaw] We on a mission, not a small-time thing
on a mission, not a small time thing
I'm addicted to the cash like the crack
Head is a fiend to the crack
But I ain't into doin' no drugs
I'm just pushing hit's
final plan's to buy up all
The world as private land i'm here to lead
They gon' hail me like a taxi cab
I'll make them bleed if they're
Stepping into
Willie was my cab
I was hated in the hood Yo by all the mothers
I used to, deliver food Yo my six brothers
Robbing Chinese food man, me and my crew
Ohhh... ahh yeah Ohhh... ahh yeah
By my side by my by my side I want you by my side
Girl you must be tired the way you running through my mind
I
the ones you love, they might wanna see you rot
I'm on a mission, collectin' that bag, wanna face me, come and try
Stay there doubtin' me, but I'm a soulja,
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
For twice what you pay, homeboy, you could get it back
We could call a private plane like a taxi cab
Crib with extended driveway and a heli-pad, bitch
it to the game before it's halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle
so he could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can
I'm rolling in my 6 tray down M-L-K
and uh
[Chorus (2x)]
I'm still on a mission
hittin' switches, fuckin' bitches, collecting ritches
I'm still
Nunchucks slinging bars
Keeping quiet bout this thing of ours
Faster blade
Black belt
Fire Style
Yall melt
10th dan with a hundred stances
Thousand missions
Daphne & Celeste - U.G.L.Y.
OK! I'm a cheerleader now!
[Chorus]
U.G.L.Y.
You ain't got no alibi you ugly
Eh! Hey! You ugly [X4]
I saw you walking
the info
Wii can work it out, no Nintendo
I just hit Alt, Tab
Switchin' in between two convos
I should just call cabs
And bring 'em both here
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
I'm by myself, boy, I jump out, bet I miss him
All glocks when we in this car, swing it 4 deep like we on a mission
Ain't no nightquil, no wockhardt,
at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
Romantic type like the movie Casablanca
Herb seller, once but busted by an undercover
But keep the heat by it, so when why'all creep keep quiet
[Chorus]
You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga
But sit the fuck down you
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