YouUgly (feat. Westside Gunn)

JID

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    Flygod does like ugly, nigga (flygod, ah, grrt)
    My bitch ugly, nigga, my bitch ugly, nigga (grrt)
    My shoes cost me eight thousand and they ugly, nigga (they ugly, nigga)
    See, we ain’t the fuckin’ same (we 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)
    Ah, fashion week comin’ up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
    Ah, 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 spell 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 even got no bail
    On his third strike and if he serve life, them crackers prolly light the [?], serves you right
    You right, shit too real, it just gave me chills
    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 scale, 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' snail
    Yeah, emma stone 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' ceiling challenge to show I'm above my peers, be serious (be fuckin' for real)

    It'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—)

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    The name's jj fish
    I'ma at least pop ten bottles (at least, woo)
    This that '03 mix
    Get my dick sucked by the eiffel, nigga
    Three months at the ritz

    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', it's on-off, it's all safety
    I saw it all, I'm the one catch fades like jamarr chase
    Paul walker playin' chicken, it's a car race
    Nigga, he ain't 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 blackprint
    I'd let a 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 dogs walk around the park and them apartments
    Tell us the part? They can't even tell us apart
    Description, that nigga wasn't dark, it was dark (he was black)
    Fuck, I find a spark
    Picked up the pen just to write some remarks
    The wrongs, the ugliest songs from the heart
    Whole bunch of bars, no hoes barred
    Dumb hoe, bad nigga, shut up, scars
    Bro go loco, woah, that's hard (your shit sucks)
    Christo, childish, two mozart
    I know more money the primes could start
    More said I, so I'm not so smart
    Thinkin' back to bein' a lil' badass kid
    It's jid and friends playin' mario kart
    Lookin' at my big brother baggin' at me
    And movin' 'round the city like
    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 you only knew me when I was lil' route
    A lil' piece of rhyme truth came out of my mucus
    And now that slime free, you can see it's still stupid
    Everybody 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 (we ain’t the fuckin’ same, ugly shit, nigga)
    Ah, bum-ass niggas (grrt)
    Smack you on Sunday mornin', nigga (mmm)
    On your way to church, nigga
    Make sure you get there on time

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    Composición: Tim S Schoegje, Jo Christo, Luke Lime Lite, Childish Major, Ahyes, Westsidegunn, Jid y Rodney Akil Pratt

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