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Ugly God

"​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Leave a Tip​"

[Intro]
I'm not going anywhere Nikko

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm flexin' on my exes
New b*tch, she too wavy, yeah
I'm in Houston, Texas touchin' on a few ladies, yeah
I can't trust a n*gga, everybody fugazy, yeah
I ain't text you baby, sorry, I got too lazy, yeah
In my Jeep back and forth to AutoZone (Skrr)
Sippin' lemonade but I still double up the Styrofoam
Pull up to your crib and serve you up like I work Domino's
Then I hit your b*tch, she feel the di*k all in her collarbone
Pull up on your b*tch and turn her on just like a flashlight
She keep comin' back, she blow my di*k just like a bagpipe
n*ggas tough on Instagram, but in person they act right
I do this with no effort, I know these n*ggas mad tight

[Chorus: Ugly God]
Yeah, I'm walkin' down the strip with your b*tch, arm around her hip
n*gga talkin' sh*t, put that (shh) right up on his lip (Brr, buh)
Ayy, I feel like the sh*t today (I feel like the sh*t today)
Woke up this morning, I might f*ck your b*tch today (I might f*ck your b*tch today)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (Motherf*ckin' tip)

[Verse 2]
Leave a tip, I'm on the way, no need to trip
Told that b*tch, "Come another inch", she gon' need to dip
Out the spot, keep on all your clothes, you don't need to strip
Throw that neck, you can keep the cat, I just need the lip
She gon' ride me like a Harley, whippin' in this 'Rari
Takin' trips out to New York, bih watch me Milly Rock like Carti (b*tch)
But I can't Milly Rock, 'cause my right hand on this Glock
No grease but a bih gon' pop, like click-clack, boom when I hit your top
'Cause I'm head hunting, when I hit your b*tch, she comin' back just like she left something (Come here)
You n*ggas just talk, I don't pay no mind like you ain't even said nothing (Like huh?)
Let's f*ck but we can't chop it up 'cause I ain't no red onion (Uh uh)
My bih' get mad when she call my phone and I hit that red button
Ooh, look like money, smell like money, ain't a damn stain on me (b*tch I'm cold, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, fresh young n*gga, b*tch, I'm that n*gga, ain't a damn stain on me

[Chorus: Ugly God]
W-W-Walkin' down the strip with your b*tch, arm around her hip
n*gga talkin' sh*t, put that (shh) right up on his lip (Brr, buh)
Ayy, I feel like the sh*t today (I feel like the sh*t today)
Woke up this morning, I might f*ck your b*tch today (I might f*ck your b*tch today)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (And leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon' suck the tip and leave a tip (Motherf*ckin' tip)

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God

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