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U R Video (MV)




Performed By: Xoxotrevan
Length: 2:04
Written by: PETTER SAMUELSEN, TONY BURTON




Xoxotrevan - U R Lyrics




I don't think you want no problems
I hustle like harlem
Your girlfriends a harlet
She just wants some stardom
I made them bands when i hoped off the stoop
F*ck school ima hop in the stu
Made all f's turn his brain into soup
Team got new watches but we still watching you
Watching
I pour up two pints of that red hi-tech
I call it blue cripping
I'm playing fight night
But at the end I'm still gone shoot
Pow pow
Who's inside that casket
U R
Its gone be U if you lacking
That dope move too fast
I keep asking where the cash at
Ching
Im a lyrical nigga but lost my backpack
Bet
Im not gone ask you why tf your ass fat
All of my life i wanted to be rich
Riches
I don't need nobody else besides my bitch
Face ass
Skinny pants
They sag lower than my dick
She want the sex but neck i insist
Or I'm jetting
Twenty racks at the mall aint spend shit
No not a dollar
Wanted oatmeal but my celly gave me grits
Suspicious
Wanted top bunk but had bottom lets switch
Wtf
Pod full of broke niggas dead folks
People on there way to die and niggas been gone
I know your pods not scary
Cause i asked you what your here for
Im here for ten days or more but then ill be gone f*ck
Stay down till you come up hoe
Lil nigga but i am a big dog
Clifford
Ican't stay around with these weirdos different
And I'm still kicking with the same squad nigga
Flight crew bussiness
I came with two stickies
Tattoos i can't hickie
And i got a knife
Blade
Plus i heard we look alike yeah
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I don't think you want no problems
I hustle like harlem
Your girlfriends a harlet
She just wants some stardom
I made them bands when i hoped off the stoop
F*ck school ima hop in the stu
Made all f's turn his brain into soup
Team got new watches but we still watching you
Watching
I pour up two pints of that red hi-tech
I call it blue cripping
I'm playing fight night
But at the end I'm still gone shoot
Pow pow
Who's inside that casket
U R
Its gone be U if you lacking
That dope move too fast
I keep asking where the cash at
Ching
Im a lyrical nigga but lost my backpack
Bet
Im not gone ask you why tf your ass fat
All of my life i wanted to be rich
Riches
I don't need nobody else besides my bitch
Face ass
Skinny pants
They sag lower than my dick
She want the sex but neck i insist
Or I'm jetting
Twenty racks at the mall aint spend shit
No not a dollar
Wanted oatmeal but my celly gave me grits
Suspicious
Wanted top bunk but had bottom lets switch
Wtf
Pod full of broke niggas dead folks
People on there way to die and niggas been gone
I know your pods not scary
Cause i asked you what your here for
Im here for ten days or more but then ill be gone f*ck
Stay down till you come up hoe
Lil nigga but i am a big dog
Clifford
Ican't stay around with these weirdos different
And I'm still kicking with the same squad nigga
Flight crew bussiness
I came with two stickies
Tattoos i can't hickie
And i got a knife
Blade
Plus i heard we look alike yeah
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Writer: PETTER SAMUELSEN, TONY BURTON
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