Uh Huh (Clean)

Uh Huh (Clean) - Trouble/2 Chainz

Lyrics by：Mariel Semonte Orr/Tauheed Epps/Jacob Canady

Composed by：Mariel Semonte Orr/Tauheed Epps/Jacob Canady

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A quarter mill on ice we call that bling bling

Uh huh

Running up these racks on all you green beans

Uh huh

Foreigns in the brick look like a dream team

Uh huh

Brick still on your wrist I told you one thing

Uh huh

Spoil my b***h let's get rich

Type of s**t I'm on

Teach my click know to hit

Type of s**t I'm on

Take some trips let's get lit

Type of s**t I'm on

Uh huh uh huh

Uh huh uh huh

Yeah b***h head go dumb

Wrist been feeling numb

Still totin' that gun like he on the run

Run run run

Forest run run forest run

Might chase yo boyfriend 'bout you

B***h I'm done

I drop this d**k she said you hell wit' it

I bought her Chanel shoes

To match Chanel wit' it

She asked for the snow

And I promise to never go tell n***as

I f**k with this h*e and she sent her

Lil buddy to zell wit' us

Big s**t poppin'

Big d**k energy

B***h what's poppin'

This b***h cocky

Wrist will get follies

Lit like scotty

Who else getting the pills in college hmm

Skoob

A quarter mill on ice we call that bling bling

Uh huh

Running up these racks on all you green beans

Uh huh

Foreigns in the brick look like a dream team

Uh huh

Brick still on your wrist I told you one thing

Uh huh

Spoil my b***h let's get rich

Type of s**t I'm on

Teach my click know to hit

Type of s**t I'm on

Take some trips let's get lit

Type of s**t I'm on

Uh huh uh huh

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Yaaaaa Toni

Cuban link on top of a Cuban link

Another Cuban link p***y pink bon appetite

Coming wit' me you better not stink

I'll find you a sink

You think you can f**k with this flow

Then n***a load up a beat

Code of the streets

I live that s**t

You feel that s**t

They bring me whips

I don't go to no dealership

When I met the plug

Tell me where the f**k was you

Patna had the dog food yabadabadooooo

Big boy rider drip designer

Draw down on him I'll outline him

Southside wit' me the whole al queda

Sell a n***a dummy ductaped flower

A quarter mill on ice we call that bling bling

Uh huh

Running up these racks on all you green beans

Uh huh

Foreigns in the brick look like a dream team

Uh huh

Brick still on your wrist I told you one thing

Uh huh

Spoil my b***h let's get rich

Type of s**t I'm on

Teach my click know to hit

Type of s**t I'm on

Take some trips let's get lit

Type of s**t I'm on

Uh huh uh huh

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