Pudgy
Lil Uzi Vert, Smino
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Ooh, uh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, no, no, mh (ha, Childish Major) Who in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy f*ck No tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back 'Bout to break her back to some rap shit Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate Up, pearly gates Reason number one is I'm the son of Trees and moons and martyrs, authors Right when they was counting me out I came around the hardest Playing target practice, met a bad bitch at Target Darling, what's your bargin'? Let's get it bussin' like we barged in Your nigga all simp, blew his head like he Marge Damn, I'm animated and I made it Out the city show in South Beach, ballin' out, sheesh Mike Wazowski, got my eye on her Pudgy and the pussy got some power on it like Lights off it Who in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy f*ck (yeah) No tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look (yeah) Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back (hey) 'Bout to break her back to some rap shit Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate Up, pearly gates I don't know if I'll make it to pearly gates (pearly gates) Standing on top of the world I'm big like 7'8" (wow) I wonder where my soul gonna go until the Devil says (hmm) I might got eight different baby mommas in seven states I don't care what you do in the daytime at night better lay I don't care what you do in my whip take your shoes off, Anna Mae I don't drink no Henny, Casamigos be the better grade I done put diamonds in my AP and it make me feel so late And I got my momma a new home, it make me feel so great Late better than never, I feel like I'm greater than ever Fight for this cheddar, the Def get you jammed like Vendetta Who in the truck with the pretty guts? Pudgy f*ck No tummy tuck, got the city shook, mama look Bitches glissy-glossin-in' up in the back 'Bout to break her back to some rap shit Uzi-vertabrae, up like murder rate Up, pearly gates Reason number one is I'm the son of Trees and moons and martyrs, authors Right when they was counting me out I came around the hardest Playing target practice, met a bad bitch at Target Who you, bro? I don't know you nigga need to move over Who smokin'? I'm on Mars right now, I feel like Bruno Got a pack loud as drums, this shit deserve a drumroll I attract that good brain, don't bring around no dumb hoes (I do) Or no niggas that be burnt out like that Fronto (uh-uh) I'm so serious, I be better off boolin ' back on my own (my own) Who in the truck with the-
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Written by: Chidi Osondu, Christopher Smith Jr., Daoud Anthony, Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock, Marcus Alandrus Randle, Symere Bysil Woods
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