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The Ugly Wasr - Greasy Todd Lyrics



The Ugly Wasr - Greasy Todd Lyrics




I ain't no fake shit
You haters asleep I wake up and do great shit
No I don't play shit
Spit a 16 make your whole squad go ape shit
Head to the bank quick and exchange me some face
I'm off to the races
You dudes is lame and should face it
This is supreme verses babe
I should be locked in a cage
I took your girl on a date
We drank cervesas she paid
I'll bring her home after 8
Bet you can bet that that bitch she gave me face
I'm staying hungry even though I got a plate
My whole team just got a raise
Your whole team will get erased like it ain't no thang
Call me greedy I don't care
I need peaches with my pears
Keep my seat and put my feet up on a chair
Baby this all me
All y'all been is unprepared
All I do is put in work why you scared over there

They talk greasy bout a king
Shit ain't easy but I'm here
Shed my skin before a tear
Serve these fiends right by the stairs
Here's a Kleenex for the mirror
I couldn't be a better friend
I won't see a bitter end
Putting butter on my bread
Y'all come see if I pretend
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
Imma be on 10

Bouta smoke a P to the head
While your B gimme head
Cardi B is a fed
F*ck the game suck my dick
I don't care how it tastes
It's a hustle we all running a race
Y'all been need a change of pace
There be demons at the gates
And you gotta have faith
And you gotta have faith
And you gotta have faith
Like what
Yo

F*ck all that fame shit
I only can care about papes shit
Look in my face
No in hell you gon make it
Past half the time that I waited to practice my takes
Just to come run it in one
Get the f*ck up out my face shit
I been that son of a gun
Also put some in your face
I'm like so close I can taste it
F*ck is tour for fun
What the f*ck is all this fun
I stay work until all of its done
And f*ck every bitch
Unless she's Solonge
And can also mow lawns
I just yawn
At everything goin on
Peace Marvin Gaye
He kind of wrote this whole song
Nah I'm just playin
If that were true I'd have a home out on mars
I don't even own a car
I just barely made my flip
This rap shit don't pay my rent
One day I was brought to earth
I been gutter ever since
Y'all played glitter that and this
We played gimme all your shit
Mom played I don't give a shit
Shit ain't really ever changed
I really phased
I ain't in it for the fame
You could die like any day
And there ain't things that you can take
Something's gotta give so you gotta hit the breaks for you break
You either fina eat or end up on a plate
I ain't even playing
I'm just saying
Lot you rappers looking like a steak or egg

They talk greasy bout a king
Shit ain't easy but I'm here
Shed my skin before a tear
Serve these fiends right by the stairs
Here's a Kleenex for the mirror
I couldn't be a better friend
I won't see a bitter end
Putting butter on my bread
Y'all come see if I pretend
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
They talk greasy bout a king
Shit ain't easy but I'm here
Shed my skin before a tear
Serve these fiends right by the stairs
Here's a Kleenex for the mirror
I couldn't be a better friend
I won't see a bitter end
Putting butter on my bread
Y'all come see if I pretend
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
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I ain't no fake shit
You haters asleep I wake up and do great shit
No I don't play shit
Spit a 16 make your whole squad go ape shit
Head to the bank quick and exchange me some face
I'm off to the races
You dudes is lame and should face it
This is supreme verses babe
I should be locked in a cage
I took your girl on a date
We drank cervesas she paid
I'll bring her home after 8
Bet you can bet that that bitch she gave me face
I'm staying hungry even though I got a plate
My whole team just got a raise
Your whole team will get erased like it ain't no thang
Call me greedy I don't care
I need peaches with my pears
Keep my seat and put my feet up on a chair
Baby this all me
All y'all been is unprepared
All I do is put in work why you scared over there

They talk greasy bout a king
Shit ain't easy but I'm here
Shed my skin before a tear
Serve these fiends right by the stairs
Here's a Kleenex for the mirror
I couldn't be a better friend
I won't see a bitter end
Putting butter on my bread
Y'all come see if I pretend
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
Imma be on 10

Bouta smoke a P to the head
While your B gimme head
Cardi B is a fed
F*ck the game suck my dick
I don't care how it tastes
It's a hustle we all running a race
Y'all been need a change of pace
There be demons at the gates
And you gotta have faith
And you gotta have faith
And you gotta have faith
Like what
Yo

F*ck all that fame shit
I only can care about papes shit
Look in my face
No in hell you gon make it
Past half the time that I waited to practice my takes
Just to come run it in one
Get the f*ck up out my face shit
I been that son of a gun
Also put some in your face
I'm like so close I can taste it
F*ck is tour for fun
What the f*ck is all this fun
I stay work until all of its done
And f*ck every bitch
Unless she's Solonge
And can also mow lawns
I just yawn
At everything goin on
Peace Marvin Gaye
He kind of wrote this whole song
Nah I'm just playin
If that were true I'd have a home out on mars
I don't even own a car
I just barely made my flip
This rap shit don't pay my rent
One day I was brought to earth
I been gutter ever since
Y'all played glitter that and this
We played gimme all your shit
Mom played I don't give a shit
Shit ain't really ever changed
I really phased
I ain't in it for the fame
You could die like any day
And there ain't things that you can take
Something's gotta give so you gotta hit the breaks for you break
You either fina eat or end up on a plate
I ain't even playing
I'm just saying
Lot you rappers looking like a steak or egg

They talk greasy bout a king
Shit ain't easy but I'm here
Shed my skin before a tear
Serve these fiends right by the stairs
Here's a Kleenex for the mirror
I couldn't be a better friend
I won't see a bitter end
Putting butter on my bread
Y'all come see if I pretend
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
They talk greasy bout a king
Shit ain't easy but I'm here
Shed my skin before a tear
Serve these fiends right by the stairs
Here's a Kleenex for the mirror
I couldn't be a better friend
I won't see a bitter end
Putting butter on my bread
Y'all come see if I pretend
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
Imma be on 10 till I'm dead
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Writer: A Williams
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Performed By: The Ugly Wasr
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: A Williams

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