Ugh Ugh Song Details:
Ugh Ugh Song Lyrics
Everybody Just
Everybody Just
Everybody Just Jump (Jump)
Yeah, Everybody Just
Everybody Just Jump (Jump)
Yeah, Nigga (Yeah)
Hit My Shit Like, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Had To Go And, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Your Bitch Want That, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Gave Your Girl That, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Moanin’ In The Mornin’ And She Loud, She Like, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Smokin’ So Much, I Can’t Breath, Got My Lungs Like, “Ugh, Ugh”
Monday I’ma Hustle (Hustle), Tuesday I’ma Hustle (Hustle)
Wednesday I’ma Hustle (Hustle), Thursday, Bet It, We Hustle (Hustle)
Friday I’ma Ball Out Then Kick Back, Watch My Opps Fumble (Fumble)
Saturday I’ma Hustle (Yeah), Sunday She Want Cuddle
Since I Was Little I’ve Been Doin’ Big Shit
Niggas Lil’ And They Swear To God They Doin’ Big Shit (C’mon, Bro)
You A Nate Robinson, You Ain’t A Kobe, Nigga
The Figures You Make Ain’t The Same That I Be Gettin’, Nigga
Y’all Takin’ Dreads Out To Make ’em Braids
Rastafari To The Grave, Hustle Like I Ain’t Been Paid
Ain’t No A Without That K, Shoot A Club Then I Hit The Hay
See Your Ex And I’m Sayin’, “Hey”
I’m Jennifer Coolidge, I Was On Vacay
No, We Not The Fuckin’ Same
Young Aminé Now A Household Name
Been Ballin’ For A Long Time, I Feel Like Chris Paul, Mane
K Sent Me Free Beats Back In 2015
Now It’s 2023 And We Got Racks In Our Jeans (We Rich)
Hit My Shit Like, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Had To Go And, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Your Bitch Want That, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Gave Your Girl That, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Moanin’ In The Mornin’ And She Loud, She Like, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Smokin’ So Much, I Can’t Breath, Got My Lungs Like, “Ugh, Ugh”
Monday I’ma Hustle (Hustle), Tuesday I’ma Hustle (Hustle)
Wednesday I’ma Hustle (Hustle), Thursday, Bet It, We Hustle (Hustle)
Friday I’ma Ball Out Then Kick Back, Watch My Opps Fumble (Fumble)
Saturday I’ma Hustle (Yeah), Sunday She Want Cuddle
Now, Who The Fuck Been More Consistent Than Kay And Me?
These Rappers Droppin’ One Good Album Then You Don’t Hear A Peep
I Get It, It’s Hard To Keep This Shit Goin’, Mane
Well, I Mean, Not For Us ’cause We Keep Goin’, Mane
Look, KAYTRAMINÉ Made A Slap, Call It Will Smith
Rappers Ain’t My Friends, They Finna Hate Us Like We Was Chris
Rockin’ Shit From Your Wishlist, Bitch, You Should Take A Pic
Yes, I Got Me A New Balance And I Got Me A New Bitch (Sheesh)
Say-Say-Say She Don’t So Challenges But She Dance On This Dick
A-All I Give Her Is Bottega And All You Give Her Is The Ick
Take The Top Off, Now Her Top Off, Gettin’ Topped Up In The Whip
Cuba Gooding Jr. With The Chicken, Baby, Yeah, I’m Lit (Yeah, Nigga)
Hit My Shit Like, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Had To Go And, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Your Bitch Want That, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Gave Your Girl That, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Moanin’ In The Mornin’ And She Loud, She Like, “Ugh, Ugh” (Wee)
Smokin’ So Much, I Can’t Breath, Got My Lungs Like, “Ugh, Ugh”
Monday I’ma Hustle (Hustle), Tuesday I’ma Hustle (Hustle)
Wednesday I’ma Hustle (Hustle), Thursday, Bet It, We Hustle (Hustle)
Friday I’ma Ball Out Then Kick Back, Watch My Opps Fumble (Fumble)
Saturday I’ma Hustle (Yeah), Sunday She Want Cuddle (Uh-huh)
Everybody Just
Everybody Just Bounce, Bounce, Bounce (What? Nigga? What?)
Everybody Just
Everybody Just Bounce
Woo
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Bounce
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
