Chris Haze - Uh Duh Lyrics

These hoes crazy

My ex bitch sick hope she throw up
She ain't expect this young fat nigga to blow up
She wasn't expcting all this glow up
Bitch missed out on a fortune, hoe that's yo luck
Bitch always call me petty, tell me grow up
But bitch this money grown, Uh Duh
She ain't expect this young fat nigga to blow up
My ex bitch sick hope she throw up

Wouldnt f*ck my old hoes wit anotha nigga dick
Every otha day, i'm wit anotha nigga bitch
Kick her out the whip, she f*ck anotha nigga click
That's why I never put my heart and trust into a bitch
Yea yea yea yea
I love a hoodrat bitch just being honest
Type to leave the house wearing flip flops and bonnets
Government assistance, you can tell when she got it
Late as f*ck at walmart, She walking around grocery shopping
Aye, my ex bitch mad at me
Neva f*ck another bitch wit bad acne
Her sister tryna throw that ass at me
Her family trynna throw the bed at me
Big money in attendance hoe don't talk at all
Them hoes at yo family reunion, we done f*cked em all
Eve dog walked yo mom, climbed her up the wall
Tell yo daddy I said f*ck him, bitch and watch me ball
Woo
House real big, car real big
Dick real big, bank account lit
Hold on count that
That's a 20 strip
Hold on count that too
Another 30 strip

My ex bitch sick hope she throw up
She ain't expect this young fat nigga to blow up
She wasn't expcting all this glow up
Bitch missed out on a fortune, hoe that's yo luck
Bitch always call me petty, tell me grow up
But bitch this money grown, Uh Duh
She ain't expect this young fat nigga to blow up
My ex bitch sick hope she throw up

My ex bitch claim that she miss me
Remember all the times that she spinned me
Now i'm in a challey, blowing through sleeves
She tightening up her helmet on her 10 speed
I heard her new nigga selling dime bags
And he still lay his head where his mom at
He can't even f*ck you loud, how you climax
Always crying that he cheating, wit yo clown ass
She see that I'm up now
Uh Duh
I guess she wanna talk now
Uh Duh
Should've knew she wanna f*ck now
Bitch Uh Duh
Need a PPO the way she stalk noooowwww
Yea yea

My ex bitch sick hope she throw up
She ain't expect this young fat nigga to blow up
She wasn't expecting all this glow up
Bitch missed out on a fortune, hoe that's yo luck
Bitch always call me petty, tell me grow up
But bitch this money grown, Uh Duh
She ain't expect this young fat nigga to blow up
My ex bitch sick hope she throw up

Yea yea yea yea
I love a hoodrat bitch just being honest
Type to leave the house wearing flip flops and bonnets
Government assistance, you can tell when she got it
Late as f*ck at Walmart, She walking around grocery shopping
Aye, my ex bitch mad at me