Lyrics:
And wish it was Detroit
I'll break into your Lambo
Shit into your Royce call me daddy of ten
I'm breaking all your toys
I'm boys with Copper Cab yeah, I'm
phone
Been involved with music for 10 years but my skills
Still aren’t flowing onto the page that I write
And the beats being created are too basic,
you should just call her
Bitch made you is not a baller
5'10 don't you wish you were taller
Keep actin fake and you'll be all alone
This n word
the rest
Stummy straight achin' so I get up in the kitchen
Start cuttin' veggies yeah I start fuckin' whippin'
Saving fuckin' dough grate cheese by the block
Drunk in the Valley
By: Shotty Mills
Intro:
In the valley everyone gets drunk in the valley/
Yellin’ out from the urinal stall, someone help me/
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
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
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd
no one else could reveal
Her new man said to meet him at eight
She came in dressed to the nines
But by ten it was clear he was more than late
insane, I'd jump a train
I'd take a plane, I'd land in spain
I'd take a cab up to her path
What was
[Chorus]
Whatever it takes
Said whatever it
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
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
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,
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
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
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
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
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
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
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
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
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