Текст песни Tricky Nicki & UA Kid — UA Broz
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Ua bros on a beat
We gon save them streets, we got em, got em
Ua got em, tricky got em, can’t say shit bout me
Bitch
Was, am, will be always true, you call me g
G
Still hating on me, putting blame on me
Bitch, bitch
Jumping outta coupe, you jump on a d
D
Thank you may be free, yeah bitch you are free
Tricky, tricky
Riding for all of his peeps, hoe
Tricky, tricky
Riding for all of his peeps, hoe
Block, blocka
Ballin’ so hard when I’m taking that ball
I’m taking my time, then I’m grabbing that all
Look at my wrist when I’m reaching my goal
Follow thru’ shit when I’m swishing dat ball
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Ukraine in this B
You’re Never gon’ fuck it up
“Bro, your my bro, come on let’s get it”
Said slime ball and left the building
I step out the crib
And make my shit popin
Don’t hang whit no rats
That just not how I’m rocking
Full of design
You now homie popin
Fuckin’ your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
UA got rich of the vatos
In the hood man ride around whit choppa
My gang whit me
Fell like el chapo
Most of you rappers is not hard
Rolling in back in the car
Rolling in back in the car
I really don’t have a heart
I really don’t have a heart
Some of my my homies still rob
Doing the job
On the block
Some of my homies still rob
Sending ’em hoes on a block
I step out the crib
And make my shit popin
Don’t hang whit no rats
That just not how I’m rocking
Full of design
You now homie popin
Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
UA trapin whit huncho
Sipping moxito and smokin on dope
Fuckin your bitch and she bringing me doe
She ain’t bringing me money
I kick down the hoe
She ain’t bringing me bags man
She gotta roll
It trap man 24/7 still go
Gang gang whit me
You now how we roll
Salut to my brother
That sending them hoes
I step out the crib
And make my shit popin
Don’t hang whit no rats
That just not how I’m rocking
Full of design
You now homie popin
Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
Mane we came from the lutck
It was hard
Shoutout to my brotha
He put me on bars
He show me hot to rap
He show me how be hard
Sometimes it was hard
But we made it too far
We made too far
Sometimes it was hard but we made it too far bitch ouuu
We gon save them streets, we got em, got em
Ua got em, tricky got em, can’t say shit bout me
Bitch
Was, am, will be always true, you call me g
G
Still hating on me, putting blame on me
Bitch, bitch
Jumping outta coupe, you jump on a d
D
Thank you may be free, yeah bitch you are free
Tricky, tricky
Riding for all of his peeps, hoe
Tricky, tricky
Riding for all of his peeps, hoe
Block, blocka
Ballin’ so hard when I’m taking that ball
I’m taking my time, then I’m grabbing that all
Look at my wrist when I’m reaching my goal
Follow thru’ shit when I’m swishing dat ball
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Ukraine in this B
You’re Never gon’ fuck it up
“Bro, your my bro, come on let’s get it”
Said slime ball and left the building
I step out the crib
And make my shit popin
Don’t hang whit no rats
That just not how I’m rocking
Full of design
You now homie popin
Fuckin’ your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
UA got rich of the vatos
In the hood man ride around whit choppa
My gang whit me
Fell like el chapo
Most of you rappers is not hard
Rolling in back in the car
Rolling in back in the car
I really don’t have a heart
I really don’t have a heart
Some of my my homies still rob
Doing the job
On the block
Some of my homies still rob
Sending ’em hoes on a block
I step out the crib
And make my shit popin
Don’t hang whit no rats
That just not how I’m rocking
Full of design
You now homie popin
Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
UA trapin whit huncho
Sipping moxito and smokin on dope
Fuckin your bitch and she bringing me doe
She ain’t bringing me money
I kick down the hoe
She ain’t bringing me bags man
She gotta roll
It trap man 24/7 still go
Gang gang whit me
You now how we roll
Salut to my brother
That sending them hoes
I step out the crib
And make my shit popin
Don’t hang whit no rats
That just not how I’m rocking
Full of design
You now homie popin
Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
Mane we came from the lutck
It was hard
Shoutout to my brotha
He put me on bars
He show me hot to rap
He show me how be hard
Sometimes it was hard
But we made it too far
We made too far
Sometimes it was hard but we made it too far bitch ouuu
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