Eww Lyrics & Tabs by Young Thug
Eww
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Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
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What you gonna do when I pull up on you, nigga?
(Don't know, I don't know, I don't know)
Pussy nigga know that he a cat like Tigger
(Fo' sure, fo' sure)
Beat the pussy nigga with the baseball bat
Pull up with them F&Ns coming out the hatch
Pussy mother fucker scared to say it to my front
So I'm blowin' out the back
Point it at his liver make a nigga reconsider
Bands in my pants got me lookin' a lil' bigger
Red just like Elmo, but I never fuckin' giggle
You can suck my finger for a nickel
Bands in my pants got me lookin' a lil' bigger
Red just like Elmo, but I never fuckin' giggle
You can suck my finger for a nickel
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How many niggas standin' around you would die for you?
Im not being funny but if I fuck up through there sprayin'
All them niggas turn to four wheelers
Honestly, to be told, YSL won't fold
Pick his ass off from the balcony walk into the house and change clothes
YSL wipe a nigga nose
We don't give a damn if it's indoors or outdoors
We gotta have dat, gon' grab dat
Nigga go and stab that, smack that shit
Every day I keep the bands on me, I'm a lick
If a nigga think I'm sweet then his tongue gettin' split
I ain't doin' any features unless you give me your bitch
I'ma fuck for the cab then she gettin' robbed by tick
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Hundid bands inside of my pants
Make the mothafucka dance on the stage
Bitch, it's a parade, pourin' fours is a sport, Leanorade, 50 whole key spent on my hygiene
Drinkin' so much lean that my pee clean
808 just might be the dream team
Bitch got some good brain, call her Pinky
Bag full of weed, no lighter
In the kitchen wrappin', rappin' like cypher
You know damn well I like her I'mma bite her
In a Bentley on West Lee gettin' trailed by sniper
How the fuck you feel I don't mean nothin'?!
All them years in the bando, no clean nothin'
Run and tell the cop, tell em I don't serve the fiend nothin'
Pullin' off like 'sike!'
Bitch I got the bando, fifty hundreds
Spot 'round the corner filled up with onions
Big homie got a whole truckload
Me and Scooter take a trip to Lil' Mexico
All I ever wanted was money, all I ever wanted was the money
Put your hands in the air if you dare
Any motherfucker to step over here
F&N put 'em in a wheel chair
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Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
