Pudgy 歌詞
Pudgy - Smino/Lil Uzi Vert
Lyrics by：Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock/Chidi Osondu/Christopher Smith Jr./Daoud Anthony/Marcus Alandrus Randle/Symere Bysil Woods
Composed by：Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock/Chidi Osondu/Christopher Smith Jr./Daoud Anthony/Marcus Alandrus Randle/Symere Bysil Woods
Ooh oh
Ooh ooh oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Haha Childish Major
Who in the truck with the pretty guts
Pudgy **** no tummy tuck
Got the city shook mama look
******* glissy glossin' it up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap ****
Uzi vertebrae up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
Reason number one is I'm the son of
Trees and moons and martyrs authors
Right when neighbors callin' me out I came around the hardest
Oh
Playin' target practice made the bad ***** a target
Oh
Darlin' what's you bargain
Let get it bustin' like we Boston
Your n***a all simp blew his head like he Marge d**n
D**n Atlanta made it 'Lanta made it
Ow
Out the city show in South beach bought her nails ****
Ow
Mike Wazowski got my eye on her
Pudgy the p***y got some power on it like
Tell you somethin'
Who in the truck with the pretty guts
Pudgy **** no tummy tuck
Got the city shook mama look
******* glissy glossin' it up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap ****
Uzi vertebrae up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
I don't know if I'ma get to pearly gates
Pearly gates
Standin' on top of the world I'ma be like 7'8
Wow
I wonder where my soul gon' go until the devil says
No
I might got eight different baby mamas in seven states
States
I don't care what you do in my whip take your shoes off anime
I don't drink no Henny Casamigos be the better grade
I done put diamonds in my AP and it made me feel so late
And I got my momma a new home it made me feel so great
Late better than ever I feel like I'm greater than ever
Fight for this cheddar the death get you jammed like vendetta
Who in the truck with the pretty guts
Pudgy **** no tummy tuck
Got the city shook mama look
******* glissy glossin' it up in the back
'Bout to break her back to some rap ****
Uzi vertebrae up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
Reason number one is on the sun are
Trees and moons and martyrs authors
Right when neighbors callin' me out I came around the hardest
Playin' target practice made the bad ***** a target
Who you bro
I don't know you n***a need to move over
Who smokin'
I'm on Mars right now I feel like Bruno
Got eight pack loud as drum this **** deserve a drum roll
On your track that could brag on brag on dumb h*es
It do
But no n***as that be burnt out like that fronto
Uh-uh
I'm so serious I be better off boolin' back on my own
Ooh ooh ooh yeah
Who in the truck with the