Uh-Ohh by Styles P (Ft. Sheek Louch)
Uh-Ohh by Styles P (Ft. Sheek Louch)

Uh-Ohh

Styles P & Sheek Louch * Track #12 On Master Of Ceremonies

Uh-Ohh Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P]
I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me
I heard your little raps but you're not SP
So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G
Glock 500, but these bullets come free

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Money make the world go 'round, plus vertical
From no car to a luxury convertible
Niggas that had love now wanna murder you
I be spazzin', blitzin' like all Madden
Me and this pretty hunny sharin' this orgasm
I'm on the 'Gnac and shorty on the Murlo
Fur coat to the homie on the furlo
Drivin' on murder beach, slow than a turtle
65 there then 65 back
You could get a million dollars off of 65 stacks
We neither here, we neither there
But if the car smell like smoke then nigga Febreze the air
Spray the ozium, still break bread
With niggas that move opium and still racketeer
Huntin' for money so run like a pack of deer
If you ain't heard me clear that's why I'm clappin' at your ear

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Three guns on set, which one you wanna hear
Got the paper on deck, throw that money in the air
When I pull up in the front, all these niggas do is stare
I'm a dream to these women but these niggas; nightmare
Yeah, uh-ohh!
I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me
I heard your little raps but you're not SP
So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G
Glock 500, but these bullets come free
Uh-ohh!

[Verse 2: Styles P]
The hardest out just got cockier
Tell these rap niggas round they little posse up
Your cars got bigger and your jewels got rockier
But the Ghost move just like the mafia
You wanna know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Knockin' I ain't home then go to my other house
My moms ain't home then go to her other house
Real till I go to my father and little brother's house
That's up in heaven, nigga
God forgive me for robberies, never was a beggin' nigga
Put 30 holes and you fuckin' with a 7 nigga
Lyrics for anybody who rap; whatever, nigga
And i mean it
With no click or no crew, bring the steam to you like the cleaners
And I'll press you and let you air dry
Yeah it's a rap, my nigga, that's your air time

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Three guns on set, which one you wanna hear
Got the paper on deck, throw that money in the air
When I pull up in the front, all these niggas do is stare
I'm a dream to these women but these niggas; nightmare
Yeah, uh-ohh!
I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me
I heard your little raps but you're not SP
So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G
Glock 500, but these bullets come free
Uh-ohh!

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Hope to live to see my young son turn into my oldest son
Smokin' weed, countin' money with a loaded gun
Never thought the platinum era's better than the golden one
These niggas gon' see when the soldiers come
Titanium raps
Lyrically lap niggas, to tell the truth; none of us is on the same track
You just gettin' to the park
I'm runnin' cross-country, like the Africans, the one's who don't be stopping when it's dark
I'm just tryna write the script, you just tryna play the part
You the arms, I'm the brain and the soul and the heart
These them over-your-head bars
Live nigga, killin' your dead bars

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Three guns on set, which one you wanna hear
Got the paper on deck, throw that money in the air
When I pull up in the front, all these niggas do is stare
I'm a dream to these women but these niggas; nightmare
Yeah, uh-ohh!
I heard you gettin' money but you're not like me
I heard your little raps but you're not SP
So close your fuckin' mouth when you're next to a G
Glock 500, but these bullets come free
Uh-ohh!

Uh-Ohh Q&A

Who wrote Uh-Ohh's ?

Uh-Ohh was written by Sheek Louch & Styles P.

Who produced Uh-Ohh's ?

Uh-Ohh was produced by Ty Fyffe.

When did Styles P release Uh-Ohh?

Styles P released Uh-Ohh on Tue Oct 04 2011.

Your Gateway to High-Quality MP3, FLAC and Lyrics
DownloadMP3FLAC.com