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UH HUH Video (MV)




Performed By: Bktherula
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: BK RULA




Bktherula - UH HUH Lyrics
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Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (okay, okay) (yeah-yeah)
F*ck that bitch and she say uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (okay, okay)
In the back of that damn sprinter (yeah-yeah)
With that uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)

On my jet because I'm risin' slowly now
That bitch ain't no saint, so why she actin' holy now?
Flexin' with that gat, but if I ask can you show me now?
And yo' hoe gone as f*ck 'cause like a damn fan she blow me now
Yo' bitch say she love me, yeah bitch mkay
I step into her life and now that bitch, mm, gay
She probably don't f*ck with you 'cause you still buy her MK
Hit the mystery box and guess the gat, mm, ray
Makin' so much plays right now, a nigga feel like Guwap
Robbed the plug for that QP, go head just take yo' shoes off (yeah)
Step up in that pent', that hoe already took her shoes off
Red beam at your f*ckin' nose, a nigga look like Rudolph
Green beam at your body, now that nigga look like Shego
Suckin' on cucumber, so I know she got a deep throat
Subbin' me on IG bitch, sub 'bout this f*ckin' peephole
Sippin' so much Wock', I pour this bitch in a Tampico
Yeah, I don't trust these niggas, so bitch come alone
I don't trust no nigga who can't be his own
Still don't need no motherf*ckin' king on my throne
F&n to your body, now you motherf*ckin' thrown
She askin' for the blunt, she got me motherf*ckin' thrown
And bitch I face the 'Woods until I'm motherf*ckin' flown (high as f*ck)
Bryson Tiller say she love me bitch, mm, don't
Sayin' you gonna shoot that in real life you won't (hell no)
Beefin' over IG, yeah they beefin' over posts
Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (okay, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, okay)
Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (gang)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (okay, okay) (yeah-yeah)
F*ck that bitch and she say uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (okay, okay)
In the back of that damn sprinter (yeah-yeah)
With that uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
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Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (okay, okay) (yeah-yeah)
F*ck that bitch and she say uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (okay, okay)
In the back of that damn sprinter (yeah-yeah)
With that uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)

On my jet because I'm risin' slowly now
That bitch ain't no saint, so why she actin' holy now?
Flexin' with that gat, but if I ask can you show me now?
And yo' hoe gone as f*ck 'cause like a damn fan she blow me now
Yo' bitch say she love me, yeah bitch mkay
I step into her life and now that bitch, mm, gay
She probably don't f*ck with you 'cause you still buy her MK
Hit the mystery box and guess the gat, mm, ray
Makin' so much plays right now, a nigga feel like Guwap
Robbed the plug for that QP, go head just take yo' shoes off (yeah)
Step up in that pent', that hoe already took her shoes off
Red beam at your f*ckin' nose, a nigga look like Rudolph
Green beam at your body, now that nigga look like Shego
Suckin' on cucumber, so I know she got a deep throat
Subbin' me on IG bitch, sub 'bout this f*ckin' peephole
Sippin' so much Wock', I pour this bitch in a Tampico
Yeah, I don't trust these niggas, so bitch come alone
I don't trust no nigga who can't be his own
Still don't need no motherf*ckin' king on my throne
F&n to your body, now you motherf*ckin' thrown
She askin' for the blunt, she got me motherf*ckin' thrown
And bitch I face the 'Woods until I'm motherf*ckin' flown (high as f*ck)
Bryson Tiller say she love me bitch, mm, don't
Sayin' you gonna shoot that in real life you won't (hell no)
Beefin' over IG, yeah they beefin' over posts
Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (okay, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, okay)
Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (gang)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (okay, okay) (yeah-yeah)
F*ck that bitch and she say uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (okay, okay)
In the back of that damn sprinter (yeah-yeah)
With that uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
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Writer: BK RULA
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