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Uh Oh Video (MV)




Performed By: Tay G
Length: 2:45
Written by: Thomas Jenkins




Tay G - Uh Oh Lyrics
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Make a nigga regulate, you f*cking with a heavyweight
Tay G run in this bitch and put your face in your spaghetti plate
Allow me to reeducate, Ferrari to accelerate
Benz with the Texas plates
With the sexy face bitch sittin next to Tay
And her head is great, I tell that hoe to meditate
She on it man, I wet her face
Wanna try to get away, only gotta pick a date
Only gotta pick a plane, I can get there in a day
This cake is all up in my face, he better differentiate
The similarities of when a nigga real and when he fake
Allow me to reiterate, perfect picture, illustrate
They emulate and imitate the gangster I facilitate
Think you better kill the hate, I might just let the semi spray
Eliminate these punks off the earth's atmospheric face
All I ever hear em' say is how the nigga so hot
Bitch I'm well respected here, I ain't ducking no shots
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm the man in my town, we shutting shit down
I'm the don of the con, sale grass to a lawn
I'm the mayor of the player, do exactly what I tell you
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm the man in my town, we shutting shit down
I'm the don of the con, sale grass to a lawn
I'm the mayor of the player, do exactly what I tell you
Do exactly what I tell you
Negro, you can't jock the steelo
I know I'm a G though, and you niggas is peons
We be in the streets, like sixty deep
150 proof, we drinking gasoline
Nine in my lap, knife in the cupholder
Chopper in the backseat, pump in the trunk, focused
Looking for the cops
They been on my backside
Cause I got a knot
And I ain't got no job
Nigga I been on the block
Where the f*ck was you at
Hoes love the knot
Eat it up like boudain
Now she trying to stunt
Really on the cool tramp
I ain't trying to f*ck
I just want your food stamps
This a trap house bitch
Better get a clue and
Shut your f*cking mouth bitch
Before them laws swoop and
King of The Lone Star State
We don't bar hate
Switch to foreign car plates
Put it in your face
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm the man in my town, we shutting shit down
I'm the don of the con, sale grass to a lawn
I'm the mayor of the player, do exactly what I tell you
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm the man in my town, we shutting shit down
I'm the don of the con, sale grass to a lawn
I'm the mayor of the player, do exactly what I tell you
Do exactly what I tell you
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Make a nigga regulate, you f*cking with a heavyweight
Tay G run in this bitch and put your face in your spaghetti plate
Allow me to reeducate, Ferrari to accelerate
Benz with the Texas plates
With the sexy face bitch sittin next to Tay
And her head is great, I tell that hoe to meditate
She on it man, I wet her face
Wanna try to get away, only gotta pick a date
Only gotta pick a plane, I can get there in a day
This cake is all up in my face, he better differentiate
The similarities of when a nigga real and when he fake
Allow me to reiterate, perfect picture, illustrate
They emulate and imitate the gangster I facilitate
Think you better kill the hate, I might just let the semi spray
Eliminate these punks off the earth's atmospheric face
All I ever hear em' say is how the nigga so hot
Bitch I'm well respected here, I ain't ducking no shots
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm the man in my town, we shutting shit down
I'm the don of the con, sale grass to a lawn
I'm the mayor of the player, do exactly what I tell you
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm the man in my town, we shutting shit down
I'm the don of the con, sale grass to a lawn
I'm the mayor of the player, do exactly what I tell you
Do exactly what I tell you
Negro, you can't jock the steelo
I know I'm a G though, and you niggas is peons
We be in the streets, like sixty deep
150 proof, we drinking gasoline
Nine in my lap, knife in the cupholder
Chopper in the backseat, pump in the trunk, focused
Looking for the cops
They been on my backside
Cause I got a knot
And I ain't got no job
Nigga I been on the block
Where the f*ck was you at
Hoes love the knot
Eat it up like boudain
Now she trying to stunt
Really on the cool tramp
I ain't trying to f*ck
I just want your food stamps
This a trap house bitch
Better get a clue and
Shut your f*cking mouth bitch
Before them laws swoop and
King of The Lone Star State
We don't bar hate
Switch to foreign car plates
Put it in your face
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm the man in my town, we shutting shit down
I'm the don of the con, sale grass to a lawn
I'm the mayor of the player, do exactly what I tell you
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
I'm the man in my town, we shutting shit down
I'm the don of the con, sale grass to a lawn
I'm the mayor of the player, do exactly what I tell you
Do exactly what I tell you
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Writer: Thomas Jenkins
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