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Um Yuh. (feat. Finato) Video (MV)




Performed By: Enoch
Length: 2:24
Written by: Enoch Morris, Nate Richardson




Enoch - Um Yuh. (feat. Finato) Lyrics




This shit is crazy
We up in school but we just too lazy
The price is shady, gotta work through school but pass so greatly
I'm feeling wasted, with deep remorse for the times I hated
But I ball like Kobe
Good sex 1 night then work next morning

Got a typical life, wanna sign to a deal cause this shit too boring
I'm beating the odds, gonna work so hard and then I'm scoring
If you don't think that I got it, I'ma show you how to drip like a faucet
Pushing the pedal cause I got the mileage
Keep a big closet u know I'm the stylist

Life is so deep I need hope
In a cloud all you gone see is that smoke
Running away cause this shit is a joke
Hoping that Ima be all on my own
We just be fiending for all of the dope
All these life problems you know how it go
My teacher just told me that I need to vote
How come you niggas know that I won't fold

Um yuh thot on my line
Um yuh pay her no mind
Um yuh play with dem sticks
Um yuh talk shit you get licked
Um yuh I am too turnt
Um yuh heater will burn
Um yuh put you in an urn
Um yuh just wait for your turn

I'm smoking on gas no propane
JJ passed me a blunt of some no name
Hellcat, pussy get in your own lane
27 Club dying like Cobain
Shawty gave me some top, gave her throat pain
White girl, Whitney, Molly, with Mary Jane
If a nigga got racks, shoot his ass in the back, run it up, Mr. Clean how I hit stains

This shit get deadly, iron ready, only 19
Pull up with 19, shoot 9 teens, with my 19
No fighting, I'll let it spark, choppa with a nightlight just for the dark
Dawg I take the safety off and let it bark

F*ck all the opps, f*ck every cop, got my bro in a cell
It's living hell, that's where he dwells, when he gets out, still busting shells
I let that thing sing like Adele when I up it
F*ck the squares, kill my opps family, got blood onto the Punnett, plummet

Um yuh leave it to me to shoot threes, how I'm deep in the trench no Kobe
Um yuh right handed, I'll shoot with my lefty, don't tempt me, your benched, I'm Ginobili
Um yuh I run it, Geppetto Type shit you're a puppet, don't f*ck with the fakes
Um yuh I'm summit, your dead, people asking whodunnit, just look at the tapes

Um yuh thot on my line
Um yuh pay her no mind
Um yuh play with dem sticks
Um yuh talk shit you get licked
Um yuh I am too turnt
Um yuh heater will burn
Um yuh put you in an urn
Um yuh just wait for your turn

I'm smoking on gas no propane
JJ passed me a blunt of some no name
Hellcat, pussy get in your own lane
27 Club dying like Cobain
Shawty gave me some top, gave her throat pain
White girl, Whitney, Molly, with Mary Jane
If a nigga got racks, shoot his ass in the back, run it up, Mr. Clean how I hit stains
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This shit is crazy
We up in school but we just too lazy
The price is shady, gotta work through school but pass so greatly
I'm feeling wasted, with deep remorse for the times I hated
But I ball like Kobe
Good sex 1 night then work next morning

Got a typical life, wanna sign to a deal cause this shit too boring
I'm beating the odds, gonna work so hard and then I'm scoring
If you don't think that I got it, I'ma show you how to drip like a faucet
Pushing the pedal cause I got the mileage
Keep a big closet u know I'm the stylist

Life is so deep I need hope
In a cloud all you gone see is that smoke
Running away cause this shit is a joke
Hoping that Ima be all on my own
We just be fiending for all of the dope
All these life problems you know how it go
My teacher just told me that I need to vote
How come you niggas know that I won't fold

Um yuh thot on my line
Um yuh pay her no mind
Um yuh play with dem sticks
Um yuh talk shit you get licked
Um yuh I am too turnt
Um yuh heater will burn
Um yuh put you in an urn
Um yuh just wait for your turn

I'm smoking on gas no propane
JJ passed me a blunt of some no name
Hellcat, pussy get in your own lane
27 Club dying like Cobain
Shawty gave me some top, gave her throat pain
White girl, Whitney, Molly, with Mary Jane
If a nigga got racks, shoot his ass in the back, run it up, Mr. Clean how I hit stains

This shit get deadly, iron ready, only 19
Pull up with 19, shoot 9 teens, with my 19
No fighting, I'll let it spark, choppa with a nightlight just for the dark
Dawg I take the safety off and let it bark

F*ck all the opps, f*ck every cop, got my bro in a cell
It's living hell, that's where he dwells, when he gets out, still busting shells
I let that thing sing like Adele when I up it
F*ck the squares, kill my opps family, got blood onto the Punnett, plummet

Um yuh leave it to me to shoot threes, how I'm deep in the trench no Kobe
Um yuh right handed, I'll shoot with my lefty, don't tempt me, your benched, I'm Ginobili
Um yuh I run it, Geppetto Type shit you're a puppet, don't f*ck with the fakes
Um yuh I'm summit, your dead, people asking whodunnit, just look at the tapes

Um yuh thot on my line
Um yuh pay her no mind
Um yuh play with dem sticks
Um yuh talk shit you get licked
Um yuh I am too turnt
Um yuh heater will burn
Um yuh put you in an urn
Um yuh just wait for your turn

I'm smoking on gas no propane
JJ passed me a blunt of some no name
Hellcat, pussy get in your own lane
27 Club dying like Cobain
Shawty gave me some top, gave her throat pain
White girl, Whitney, Molly, with Mary Jane
If a nigga got racks, shoot his ass in the back, run it up, Mr. Clean how I hit stains
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Writer: Enoch Morris, Nate Richardson
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