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project x - uffy lane snyder lyrics

[snyder:] it’s a ratchet ho is what that sh-t is
i dont even know…
it’s uffy lane, ho

[hook]

[verse 1: uffy lane snyder]

ugh, she wearing nothing but my tee
i’m in that yellow submarine
with a spanish dime from over seas
i’m lost up in her ovaries
i throw them hands like rock lee
pop me an op, i f-ck with them hoes lowkey
she suck my d-ck if she owe me
uffy lane, snyder so mean
ho shut the f-ck up and roll weed
you in the presence of an og
f-ck it look like i sold keys
texas lean, ole miss
wet the scene with a whole clip
grip of rappers who can hold d-ck
but ain’t f-cking with this flow b-tch
i’m outta state with that cocaine
stunting hard, no chain
that paper work in my hoes name
relocate somewhere out to spain
i opiate, then grip the grain
probably procreate with your dame
pack of bricks like nothing changed
saks and fith, uffy lane
stuff that paper in the bands
i warned the neighbors in advance
we gotta catch em all, start with this pikachu in my hands
parents outta town for the week and we gon project x, she only
17 years old thank got for consensual s-x, homie

[hook]

[verse 2: g-munz]

uh, uh, and i ain’t trying go hard
foreign to earth i got comets in my backyard
boring to her, got me busting down the back board
oc we popping, oz zip locked up
hands up on ya head im’a need to see you drop it
but if you wanna bump you got to prove to me you want it
d-mn she trying f-ck like, i can’t get a night in
up past late f-cking with them all nighters
x projects got me , dealing with some whiners
i ain’t trying to make up but you surely seem delighted
no hey delilah, calling for a time out
i was in a hole but then i got my -ss to climb out
like, like like lead me to the back door
see i’m trying to f-ck like what you got that -ss for
known for being fly though, i dont need no p-ssport
got my goons strapped you ain’t f-cking with the task force

[hook]

[verse 2: ratsu]

the room, full of bad b-tches
city lights up my vision the distance it looks like zion
cause im flying, high as this written
my appearance well at least i’m smitten
cups filled to the brim
drilled it in her -ss as we dance to her favorite jam
what a feeling i’m telling
you nothing i’m just sipping
on the cup that i was giving
el uffy lane then an ink cause its business
over pleasure i met her at a party of course and tell her i’m a widow
pick up my d-ck now she ready to blow
pills orange juice and lots of dro
she wanna f-ck tonight well i suppose
one night stands for the drunken bros
well she call me the next day for another go
i mean d-mn, where all the love go
maybe with the last shot down my throat
i black o, u t woke up on her booty
then started l!cking her p-ssy, you n-ggas is p-ssy
refuse stand by you, can’t body swag when your tat says by you
southern accent with your b-tch by the bayou
and there’s something about her truck almost country as the t-tle
she in love with the pipe stroke
but not with me, my momma says i’m selfish and i’m starting to believe
that sh-t is true god d-mn ratsu you as black as the flame that your heart clings too oohhh…

that p-ssy good

[outro]

- uffy lane snyder lyrics

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