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Boy Got a Uzi Video (MV)




Performed By: Sbn3
Length: 3:46
Written by: Sbn3




Sbn3 - Boy Got a Uzi Lyrics




Mormon boy he ain't disparaged
He got Garage, f*ck on marriage
Ain't embarrassed, up he tearin'
Darin' flarin' he Red Baron
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G

His city ain't see what he viewin'
He been manuin', f*ckin' with new shit
Too quick, tulips, readin' his eulogy
So he packed 2 clips
To fire on the end of his hire
Buyin' 5 J's Friday, slap me a five, bae
5 in the jive one who lied down
Magazine in his jeans, who Vibe now?
The boy tryna be in a band
He don't give a damn if you don't care for your own
He been carin' alone, he gon' cop him a pair of those
Pockets so deep you compare 'em to baritones

Mormon boy he ain't disparaged
He got Garage, f*ck on marriage
Ain't embarrassed, up he tearin'
Darin' flarin' he Red Baron
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G

He singin' he dancin', his heroes are Lance and that
J.T. and JC no Penny, make many mo'
He ain't no fairy though, keep your ho very close
Ride in the Phantom, she ridin' with any ghost
He got an agent
And is never evading a new challenge invading
Never hatin' like layman, live a passionate day, man
The cash he is savin' a flash to a lame man
He got the right DNA
She want all that DNA
But she ain't got the T 'n A
So see him at the VMA's

Mormon boy he ain't disparaged
He got Garage, f*ck on marriage
Ain't embarrassed, up he tearin'
Darin' flarin' he Red Baron
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G

Real world, the drama true
Got you black and blue rockin' Dada shoes
He gon' sign em too, never lie to you
He got time for two, if you bought that new
MCD keychain, MTV
Appearance, peering the nearest CD
Spot, girls cop when the CD drop
One stop they bought 2
Who better, who read the F.U. 2 letters
School cheddar, pool wetter, coup he gon' zoom better
Move better, new leather, helpin' who knew better
Peltin' the few bettors bettin' he'd lose ever

Mormon boy he ain't disparaged
He got Garage, f*ck on marriage
Ain't embarrassed, up he tearin'
Darin' flarin' he Red Baron
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G

Got a concert in Shanghai
What'd that bank buy? FedEx another
Blockbuster award, I'd like to thank my
Manager, agent, hell even the janitor
Both bastards clean up
30 Rock show; that's a re-up
He don't talk slow, he gon' heat up
Handle the round drum; that's a tea cup
He snap like glass bottles
Pass a mass model, scratch your last lotto
Platinum, chrome, never known he'd blast hollows
Crazy agent, he shoot he cast models

Mormon boy he been disparaged
He ain't carin', said "f*ck marriage"
Marry scary voices blaring
"This dude should shoot up the Grammys"
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
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Mormon boy he ain't disparaged
He got Garage, f*ck on marriage
Ain't embarrassed, up he tearin'
Darin' flarin' he Red Baron
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G

His city ain't see what he viewin'
He been manuin', f*ckin' with new shit
Too quick, tulips, readin' his eulogy
So he packed 2 clips
To fire on the end of his hire
Buyin' 5 J's Friday, slap me a five, bae
5 in the jive one who lied down
Magazine in his jeans, who Vibe now?
The boy tryna be in a band
He don't give a damn if you don't care for your own
He been carin' alone, he gon' cop him a pair of those
Pockets so deep you compare 'em to baritones

Mormon boy he ain't disparaged
He got Garage, f*ck on marriage
Ain't embarrassed, up he tearin'
Darin' flarin' he Red Baron
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G

He singin' he dancin', his heroes are Lance and that
J.T. and JC no Penny, make many mo'
He ain't no fairy though, keep your ho very close
Ride in the Phantom, she ridin' with any ghost
He got an agent
And is never evading a new challenge invading
Never hatin' like layman, live a passionate day, man
The cash he is savin' a flash to a lame man
He got the right DNA
She want all that DNA
But she ain't got the T 'n A
So see him at the VMA's

Mormon boy he ain't disparaged
He got Garage, f*ck on marriage
Ain't embarrassed, up he tearin'
Darin' flarin' he Red Baron
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G

Real world, the drama true
Got you black and blue rockin' Dada shoes
He gon' sign em too, never lie to you
He got time for two, if you bought that new
MCD keychain, MTV
Appearance, peering the nearest CD
Spot, girls cop when the CD drop
One stop they bought 2
Who better, who read the F.U. 2 letters
School cheddar, pool wetter, coup he gon' zoom better
Move better, new leather, helpin' who knew better
Peltin' the few bettors bettin' he'd lose ever

Mormon boy he ain't disparaged
He got Garage, f*ck on marriage
Ain't embarrassed, up he tearin'
Darin' flarin' he Red Baron
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G

Got a concert in Shanghai
What'd that bank buy? FedEx another
Blockbuster award, I'd like to thank my
Manager, agent, hell even the janitor
Both bastards clean up
30 Rock show; that's a re-up
He don't talk slow, he gon' heat up
Handle the round drum; that's a tea cup
He snap like glass bottles
Pass a mass model, scratch your last lotto
Platinum, chrome, never known he'd blast hollows
Crazy agent, he shoot he cast models

Mormon boy he been disparaged
He ain't carin', said "f*ck marriage"
Marry scary voices blaring
"This dude should shoot up the Grammys"
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
Boy got a Uzi
Shoot like he Two-Three
Why you assume me?
Talkin' bout a new G
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