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UglyChulo - Varsity (feat. Chris Holloway) Lyrics



UglyChulo - Varsity (feat. Chris Holloway) Lyrics




See the stars shinin'
From the bottom of the planet
Pack my bags, callin' NASA
Tryna blast off damnit
Tryna take off past it
Barriers, they bastards
I gotta get my bags
All my homies bastards

Pick up all my homegirls
God damn where my main though
Never had the money bro
Always had the style tho
Never lookin' broke boy
Used to be broke boy
Now I'm just come up kid
Bout to be the king of shit
(Aye aye aye)
Never chillin always movin
(Aye aye aye)
Never come over
Unless you wanna talk some business
Muthaf*ck don't waste my time
Nothin ever comin free
This an investment from my mind

Never had the money
Always had a style though
Never lookin' broke boy
Used to be broke boy
Now I'm just a come up kid
Bout to be the king of shit

See the stars shinin from the bottom of the planet

Pop up at a function get it buzzing
Smoke all in the air like its nothing
Payrent on my chest and my bills paid
Just finessed a painting and my rent paid
F*ck getting by
Got less time for getting high
These hoes ain't on hourly
These ain't allowed to be
Small circle still under underground
Never had that letterman
Put myself on varsity
Gotta let the A-team in
Coach Titus calling plays
And we ballin' in this bitch
Run the field like everyday
Most the shit I see around ain't real
Most the shit I see around I don't feel
Call my city bunk
They doing nothing for it, bruh
Put on like some Kanye Jeezy
Original 5th season
Ain't no f*cking album
Got you looking
F*ck hype, never dick ride
F*ck swag, put the hype beasts in a line
(And I kill em with my mind, yeah)

Never surf I f*cking skate
Never surf I f*cking skate
(Aye aye aye aye)

I remember days
Back in Mo city
Plotting on the game in a Cadillac
Back when my brother, Matt
Had the cracked leather
Summer hotter than a motherf*cker
Had to start scheming on the low
Pushing in the south ain't enough for me
Back up on the east coast
Barely broke
Had the blade close to me
Ten toes down
Had the OG's oversee
Knowledge to this trap shit
One false step means catastrophe
Fascinating why they keep asking me
How the f*ck you move
In a room full of shooters
I say Ruger's make the ruler
Freshmen make the varsity
I might just lay up with your bitch
Don't let her close to me
I might just hit her with that line, yea
Get her right up from behind, yea
She gonna pop it like its mine, yea
I swear it work like everytime, yea
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See the stars shinin'
From the bottom of the planet
Pack my bags, callin' NASA
Tryna blast off damnit
Tryna take off past it
Barriers, they bastards
I gotta get my bags
All my homies bastards

Pick up all my homegirls
God damn where my main though
Never had the money bro
Always had the style tho
Never lookin' broke boy
Used to be broke boy
Now I'm just come up kid
Bout to be the king of shit
(Aye aye aye)
Never chillin always movin
(Aye aye aye)
Never come over
Unless you wanna talk some business
Muthaf*ck don't waste my time
Nothin ever comin free
This an investment from my mind

Never had the money
Always had a style though
Never lookin' broke boy
Used to be broke boy
Now I'm just a come up kid
Bout to be the king of shit

See the stars shinin from the bottom of the planet

Pop up at a function get it buzzing
Smoke all in the air like its nothing
Payrent on my chest and my bills paid
Just finessed a painting and my rent paid
F*ck getting by
Got less time for getting high
These hoes ain't on hourly
These ain't allowed to be
Small circle still under underground
Never had that letterman
Put myself on varsity
Gotta let the A-team in
Coach Titus calling plays
And we ballin' in this bitch
Run the field like everyday
Most the shit I see around ain't real
Most the shit I see around I don't feel
Call my city bunk
They doing nothing for it, bruh
Put on like some Kanye Jeezy
Original 5th season
Ain't no f*cking album
Got you looking
F*ck hype, never dick ride
F*ck swag, put the hype beasts in a line
(And I kill em with my mind, yeah)

Never surf I f*cking skate
Never surf I f*cking skate
(Aye aye aye aye)

I remember days
Back in Mo city
Plotting on the game in a Cadillac
Back when my brother, Matt
Had the cracked leather
Summer hotter than a motherf*cker
Had to start scheming on the low
Pushing in the south ain't enough for me
Back up on the east coast
Barely broke
Had the blade close to me
Ten toes down
Had the OG's oversee
Knowledge to this trap shit
One false step means catastrophe
Fascinating why they keep asking me
How the f*ck you move
In a room full of shooters
I say Ruger's make the ruler
Freshmen make the varsity
I might just lay up with your bitch
Don't let her close to me
I might just hit her with that line, yea
Get her right up from behind, yea
She gonna pop it like its mine, yea
I swear it work like everytime, yea
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Writer: UglyChulo
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Performed By: UglyChulo
Length: 3:07
Written by: UglyChulo

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