I wouldn't hesitate to throw 'em away SUCK MY DICK SUCK MY DICK SUCK MY DICK Ooh..I'm ugly Ooh..I'm ugly Ooh..I'm ugly Ooh..I'm ugly
Traduzione: Out Of Your Mouth. Sono Ugly.
later I'm with my gal Another words you get no green I tell you that I'm broke, but everytime you see Lil O, I'm so clean I'm a nice guy by no means
I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In
bitch made niggas, I'm comin for you Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga You touch me I'm at you I know you motherfuckers think
like to run your mouth? I guess you really don't know what it's all about. You gots to BOUNCE Get your clothes and BOUNCE Pack your bullshit and BOUNCE Get your
slow on some old shit I'll stick the pin in your neck just to earn respect Stuff the paper in your mouth if I have to spell it out Or write it on yo'
clown, you don't, you drown I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds I'm a live mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns You're mine motherfucker
Ra] So I'm the shit, huh? Now I'm Down like a Black Hawk Everywhere I go, like I'm walking on the catwalk I wax it, and tax it, I'm doing the kung fu
up gang signs Standin' on the corner, sellin' nickels and dimes I'm rollin' by, and I'm hittin' my switch And if you talkin' shit, then I'm flippin' a bitch And hoppin' out
is heavy Do more hotlines than hot nine Keep your hand on your mouth cause we get very Ugly out there, trust me out there They love me out there, from
You were reaching for Swing the groove 'round here Where I can reach it When I get my ass back on track I'm gonna need it Swing shift til I get the money
Verse one again] I'm always woried worried about saying things I'll regret But let me out of this ugly shell and represent I've grown out of my physical
what can I do But keep having suck my dick It's funny I ain't never seen a bitch as worse as you Now y'all saying I'm a clever nigga, nothing to play
how I see 'em From A.M. to the P.M. It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-i-m I spit caps I spit caps And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq [Repeat
layin' deader then an ugly fire plug Freddie know-oh yeah Freddie goes-"Oh yeah!" I'll get the 411 to the feds!" that's what Freddie said (TALK) PERSONALLY I