Testo YouUgly - JID
Testo della canzone YouUgly (JID), tratta dall'album God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)
FlyGod does like ugly, nigga (FlyGod, ah, grrt)
My bitch ugly, nigga
My bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)
My sneakers eight thousand and they ugly, nigga, they ugly, nigga
See, we ain't the fuckin' same, ain't the fuckin' same
Uh-uh, bum-ass niggas
I wish I fuckin' would wanna be another nigga but me (grrt)
You niggas don't even fuckin' take care of your kids, nigga (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ah, Fashion Week comin' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ah (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) I'ma fuck at least three models
Uh, look, live from the depths of hell with angel wings that have yet to flail
And fans argue 'bout record sales like they record exec's themselves
It's like we all under a shpell and still, I hope this message reaches you well
God does like ugly and I could tell
Livin' check to check, nigga, check the mail
Another bill, pimp, my brother ain't e'en get no bail
On his third shtrike, and if he serve life, them crackers prolly like, "That serves you right"
Shit too real, it just gave me chill
The devil's outside, angels is in the infield
Instigatin' a riot, then aimin' it at your windshield
It ain't right, nigga, what's you gon' fight or is you gon' sit still?
I'm sayin', like, we share the same plight, that's why we in here
They tipped the shcale, if there's a way, then there's a will
Usin' words, doin' (work), movin' weights just like Adele
Far cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves
Now I order escargot on the plate, "It's a fuckin' shnail?"
Ya Emma Shtone behind the microphone, comparisons pale
It's been a long time comin', I swear, but let's be clear
Niggas know I been killin' this shit for years
Just took a fuckin' ceilin' challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)
Dear Lord, there's tears in my eyes, I know
That tomorrow will bring sunny skies
And I will look back and smile
'Cause it's just a moment in time
It's just a moment in time
And trouble could stay for a while
It's just a moment (although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i-)
(Ah) in the name of JJ Fish on Candler (rrah, rrah, rrah)
I'ma at least pop ten bottles, at least (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, whoo)
This that '03 mix (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Get my dick sucked by the Eiffel, nigga (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Three months at the Ritz (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Uh, look, look into the light from a dark place
Had plans, told God, He laughed at my face
I'm an idiot thinkin' that we were safe
Now they outside waitin' with sawed-offs off safety
I saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like Ja'Marr Chase
Paul Walker playin' chicken, it's a car race
Nigga, yeen ready to crash (hahaha)
Ludacris laugh, I'm stickin' to it, can't nobody stop me
I'm top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three
And I don't know the Fibonacci sequence
Put the numbers together and somethin' gotta make sense
Put some dents in this bitch, make a footprint
This ain't The Blueprint, nigga, this the black print
I'll let the K-pop, no BLACKPINK
Hood nigga, good sense, no bullshittin'
Atlanta nigga livin' like the president
All my niggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan
New stick, just a beast, no nation under God
Indivisible with liberty, that's just for the squad
Red dawgs walk around the park and them apartments
'Til us depart, they can't even tell us apart
Description, that nigga was dark, it was dark (he definitely was Black)
Fuck, I find a shpark
Picked up the pen just to write some remarks
The wrongs, ugliest songs from the heart
Whole bunch of bars, no holds barred
Don't hold back, nigga, show those shcars
Bro go loco, whoa, that's harsh (your shit sucks)
Christo, Childish, true Mozart
I know more money, the problems could start
Most that I've had, so I'm not so smart
Thinkin' back to bein' a lil' badass kid
JID and friends, just playin' Mario Kart
Lookin' at my big brother baggin' that mid
And movin' 'round the city like Lewis & Clark
Hop out the car, turn to Carl Lewis
If you caught that bar, you understand why I do this
You don't know me if yeen knew me when I was lil' Route
A lil' piece of rhyme truth came out one of my mucus
And now that Slime free, you can see it's still stupid
E'rybody fried, niggas outside ruthless
Tryna stand out in a crowd amongst fools
And it's cool, but it's not about you right now
We ain't the fuckin' same at all
We ain't the fuckin' same (ugly shit, nigga, yeah), we ain't the fuckin' same
(Ah) ah, bum-ass niggas (grrt)
Smack you on Sunday mornin', nigga (mm)
On your way to church, nigga (ah)
Make sure you get there on time
Credits
Writer(s): Markus Alandrus Randle, John Welch, Destin Route, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Tim S Schoegje, Luke Sampson Crowder, Neal Harrington Pogue Ii, Rodney Akil Pratt
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