"Uhh Huh" lyrics
Juicy J & Pi'erre Bourne Lyrics
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
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Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh)
This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh)
Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh)
And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh)
Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh)
Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh)
Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh)
Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh)
Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by the crates (Uh-huh)
Bitch, she thick, first date (Uh-huh)
Seventeen, thirty-eight by the case (Uh-huh)
How the fuck do a nigga think he in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh)
Fuck a top model in the face (Uh-huh)
Fucking backseat of the Wraith (Uh-huh)
She a good girl, so before she eat this dick, she gon' say her grace (Uh-huh)
Turn a church girl to a nympho (Nympho)
All my guns got extendo (Extendo)
I'ma make a stripper get rich this year, start tipping these bitches in crypto (Uh-huh)
All these diamonds on me, if you turn the light on, it'll turn into a disco (Lean)
Come and see how a nigga live in my house so big, gotta get my own zip code (Uh-huh)
Rich ass nigga in Balmain brigade's
Chilling in some with a V12 engine
Nigga might have fill a amber alert
Press one button, can't find my ceiling
Still can't get no sleep, am I
We sell lotta [?], I got
Four bad bitches with, but they all can go, I ain't get between two seats
If it ain't about money, don't speak
Getting this cake, but ain't shit sweet
I'ma take a picture of your bitch on her knees
I'll sell that motherfucker as a NFT (Ha)
Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh)
This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh)
Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh)
And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh)
Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh)
Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh)
Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh)
Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh)
Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by [?] (Uh-huh)
Bitch, she thick, first date (Uh-huh)
Seventeen, thirty-eight by the case (Uh-huh)
How the fuck do a nigga think he's in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh)
Yeah, my money talk it's no debate, wait (Uh-huh)
She wanna come play, wait (Uh-huh)
Drove for my stick like arcade, wait (Uh-huh)
She gonna roll like a Wraith, wait (Uh-huh)
So I had to pull out the Wraith, wait (Uh-huh)
NASCAR, I do the race, wait (Uh-huh)
Fast car, she love the chase, wait (Uh-huh)
Race, ooh, to my place, wait (Uh-huh)
Shawty a bull, just like Candace Parker, wait (Uh-huh)
My pockets are Parker's, look at 'em getting larger (Uh-huh)
Pull up at night in apartments, my youngest with the armor (Uh-huh)
Baby, my money the talker, she say that it charm her, wait (Uh-huh)
I'm with a plug now he pulling up in a charger, hey (Uh-huh)
She pulling it all in her mouth, hey, I can't be the father, wait (Uh-huh)
I'm smoking my drugs now, yeah, with somebody daughter (Uh-huh)
Like Juice my Hustle & Flow, yeah, might get me a Oscar (Uh-huh)
Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh)
This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh)
Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh)
And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh)
Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh)
Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh)
Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh)
Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh)
Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by [?] (Uh-huh)
Bitch, she thick, first date (Uh-huh)
Seventeen, thirty-eight by the case (Uh-huh)
How the fuck do a nigga think he's in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh)
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh)
This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh)
Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh)
And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh)
Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh)
Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh)
Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh)
Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh)
Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by the crates (Uh-huh)
Bitch, she thick, first date (Uh-huh)
Seventeen, thirty-eight by the case (Uh-huh)
How the fuck do a nigga think he in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh)
Fuck a top model in the face (Uh-huh)
Fucking backseat of the Wraith (Uh-huh)
She a good girl, so before she eat this dick, she gon' say her grace (Uh-huh)
Turn a church girl to a nympho (Nympho)
All my guns got extendo (Extendo)
I'ma make a stripper get rich this year, start tipping these bitches in crypto (Uh-huh)
All these diamonds on me, if you turn the light on, it'll turn into a disco (Lean)
Come and see how a nigga live in my house so big, gotta get my own zip code (Uh-huh)
Rich ass nigga in Balmain brigade's
Chilling in some with a V12 engine
Nigga might have fill a amber alert
Press one button, can't find my ceiling
Still can't get no sleep, am I
We sell lotta [?], I got
Four bad bitches with, but they all can go, I ain't get between two seats
If it ain't about money, don't speak
Getting this cake, but ain't shit sweet
I'ma take a picture of your bitch on her knees
I'll sell that motherfucker as a NFT (Ha)
Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh)
This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh)
Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh)
And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh)
Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh)
Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh)
Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh)
Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh)
Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by [?] (Uh-huh)
Bitch, she thick, first date (Uh-huh)
Seventeen, thirty-eight by the case (Uh-huh)
How the fuck do a nigga think he's in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh)
Yeah, my money talk it's no debate, wait (Uh-huh)
She wanna come play, wait (Uh-huh)
Drove for my stick like arcade, wait (Uh-huh)
She gonna roll like a Wraith, wait (Uh-huh)
So I had to pull out the Wraith, wait (Uh-huh)
NASCAR, I do the race, wait (Uh-huh)
Fast car, she love the chase, wait (Uh-huh)
Race, ooh, to my place, wait (Uh-huh)
Shawty a bull, just like Candace Parker, wait (Uh-huh)
My pockets are Parker's, look at 'em getting larger (Uh-huh)
Pull up at night in apartments, my youngest with the armor (Uh-huh)
Baby, my money the talker, she say that it charm her, wait (Uh-huh)
I'm with a plug now he pulling up in a charger, hey (Uh-huh)
She pulling it all in her mouth, hey, I can't be the father, wait (Uh-huh)
I'm smoking my drugs now, yeah, with somebody daughter (Uh-huh)
Like Juice my Hustle & Flow, yeah, might get me a Oscar (Uh-huh)
Twenty-eight inch Jeep Wrangler (Uh-huh)
This ain't no cheap Wrangler (Uh-huh)
Bad bitch looking like an angel (Uh-huh)
Thirty milligrams of the painkillers (Uh-huh)
And that kinda dick just Strangler (Uh-huh)
Dior boots to your ankle (Uh-huh)
Making these bitch niggas chase you (Uh-huh)
Smirk to your face, that's a facial (Uh-huh)
Walk in the club, Mac 'round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (Uh-huh)
Back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38's by [?] (Uh-huh)
Bitch, she thick, first date (Uh-huh)
Seventeen, thirty-eight by the case (Uh-huh)
How the fuck do a nigga think he's in his bag if he putting motherfuckers on a case (Uh-huh)
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Uh-huh
Slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that I don't get cut
Uh-huh
By these police making raids
