Super Ugly
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โฑ๏ธ 4:59 duration
๐ ID: 9836822
๐ Lyrics
I got myself a gun
Yeah, I got myself a gun
Brooklyn stand up, I got myself a gun
But really, I don't need the heat
Your heart pump project Kool-Aid, you're sweet
I don't gotta two-way you gays
This is not beef, this is rap homie
I don't have a scratch on me
You feel Jay soft, rip Jay off
Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million
Look, I got beef with like a hundred children
Niggas with pink suits (faggot) tryna get cute
You a little outta line homie, don't let the 9 homie
Put you out your mind homie, just rhyme homie
Kick your little lies I kick my real facts
Like you sneaking out the back of the Source Soundlab
We wasn't chasing you, we had a taping too
We came through to do our one-two thing
It wasn't a Roc-A-Fella come-through thing
'Cause if it was on like that, I would come through Queens
With Queens niggas, you know how I do
Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you
Niggas'll tie you up on the Colosseum roof
And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth
Look here
I got myself a gun
Yeah, I got myself a gun
Listen, I'm the J, the A, to the fuck this broad
This nigga never sold Aspirin, how you Escobar?
Had to buy your chain back last time you got robbed
The nerve of this coward nigga, oh my God
And I don't rap rumors or innuendos
I bring it to you live, lift up your window
Let the public peek in, see your dirty laundry
Y'all dont want me to continue
Super ugly
I don't give a fuck!
All I really know is your ho wants to be with me
And she ain't playing, and what I'm saying
She creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets
Me and the boy A.I. got more in common than just balling and rhyming
Get it? More in Carmen
I came in your Bentley backseat, skeeted in your Jeep
Left condoms on your baby seat
Here nigga, the gloves is off, the love is done
It's whatever, whenever, however nigga - one
And since you infatuated with saying that gay shit
Yes you was kissing my dick when you was kissing that bitch
Nasty shit, you thought I was boning Renette
You calling Carm' a hundred times, I was boning her neck
You got a baby by the broad, you can't disown her yet
When does your lies end, when does the truth begin
When does reality set in or does it not matter
Gotta hurt I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper
And ask your current girl, she know what's up
Holla at a real nigga, Jigga
(I don't give a fuck!)
Yeah, I got myself a gun
Brooklyn stand up, I got myself a gun
But really, I don't need the heat
Your heart pump project Kool-Aid, you're sweet
I don't gotta two-way you gays
This is not beef, this is rap homie
I don't have a scratch on me
You feel Jay soft, rip Jay off
Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million
Look, I got beef with like a hundred children
Niggas with pink suits (faggot) tryna get cute
You a little outta line homie, don't let the 9 homie
Put you out your mind homie, just rhyme homie
Kick your little lies I kick my real facts
Like you sneaking out the back of the Source Soundlab
We wasn't chasing you, we had a taping too
We came through to do our one-two thing
It wasn't a Roc-A-Fella come-through thing
'Cause if it was on like that, I would come through Queens
With Queens niggas, you know how I do
Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you
Niggas'll tie you up on the Colosseum roof
And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth
Look here
I got myself a gun
Yeah, I got myself a gun
Listen, I'm the J, the A, to the fuck this broad
This nigga never sold Aspirin, how you Escobar?
Had to buy your chain back last time you got robbed
The nerve of this coward nigga, oh my God
And I don't rap rumors or innuendos
I bring it to you live, lift up your window
Let the public peek in, see your dirty laundry
Y'all dont want me to continue
Super ugly
I don't give a fuck!
All I really know is your ho wants to be with me
And she ain't playing, and what I'm saying
She creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets
Me and the boy A.I. got more in common than just balling and rhyming
Get it? More in Carmen
I came in your Bentley backseat, skeeted in your Jeep
Left condoms on your baby seat
Here nigga, the gloves is off, the love is done
It's whatever, whenever, however nigga - one
And since you infatuated with saying that gay shit
Yes you was kissing my dick when you was kissing that bitch
Nasty shit, you thought I was boning Renette
You calling Carm' a hundred times, I was boning her neck
You got a baby by the broad, you can't disown her yet
When does your lies end, when does the truth begin
When does reality set in or does it not matter
Gotta hurt I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper
And ask your current girl, she know what's up
Holla at a real nigga, Jigga
(I don't give a fuck!)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.55] I got myself a gun
[00:09.59] Yeah, I got myself a gun
[00:20.33] Brooklyn stand up, I got myself a gun
[00:21.64] But really, I don't need the heat
[00:22.68] Your heart pump project Kool-Aid, you're sweet
[00:24.15] I don't gotta two-way you gays
[00:26.03] This is not beef, this is rap homie
[00:28.23] I don't have a scratch on me
[00:29.48] You feel Jay soft, rip Jay off
[00:31.65] Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million
[00:34.46] Look, I got beef with like a hundred children
[00:37.17] Niggas with pink suits (faggot) tryna get cute
[00:39.72] You a little outta line homie, don't let the 9 homie
[00:42.51] Put you out your mind homie, just rhyme homie
[00:45.11] Kick your little lies I kick my real facts
[00:47.54] Like you sneaking out the back of the Source Soundlab
[00:49.76] We wasn't chasing you, we had a taping too
[00:52.62] We came through to do our one-two thing
[00:55.52] It wasn't a Roc-A-Fella come-through thing
[00:57.53] 'Cause if it was on like that, I would come through Queens
[01:00.31] With Queens niggas, you know how I do
[01:02.77] Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you
[01:05.42] Niggas'll tie you up on the Colosseum roof
[01:08.13] And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth
[01:10.53] Look here
[01:11.59] I got myself a gun
[01:13.95] Yeah, I got myself a gun
[01:19.39] Listen, I'm the J, the A, to the fuck this broad
[01:23.44] This nigga never sold Aspirin, how you Escobar?
[01:25.99] Had to buy your chain back last time you got robbed
[01:28.67] The nerve of this coward nigga, oh my God
[01:31.48] And I don't rap rumors or innuendos
[01:33.98] I bring it to you live, lift up your window
[01:36.50] Let the public peek in, see your dirty laundry
[01:39.43] Y'all dont want me to continue
[01:41.87] Super ugly
[01:46.76] I don't give a fuck!
[01:48.96] All I really know is your ho wants to be with me
[01:51.41] And she ain't playing, and what I'm saying
[01:53.64] She creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets
[01:58.72] Me and the boy A.I. got more in common than just balling and rhyming
[02:01.37] Get it? More in Carmen
[02:03.21] I came in your Bentley backseat, skeeted in your Jeep
[02:05.85] Left condoms on your baby seat
[02:07.68] Here nigga, the gloves is off, the love is done
[02:10.23] It's whatever, whenever, however nigga - one
[02:12.99] And since you infatuated with saying that gay shit
[02:15.55] Yes you was kissing my dick when you was kissing that bitch
[02:18.46] Nasty shit, you thought I was boning Renette
[02:20.41] You calling Carm' a hundred times, I was boning her neck
[02:22.88] You got a baby by the broad, you can't disown her yet
[02:25.57] When does your lies end, when does the truth begin
[02:28.29] When does reality set in or does it not matter
[02:31.11] Gotta hurt I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper
[02:33.50] And ask your current girl, she know what's up
[02:36.02] Holla at a real nigga, Jigga
[02:39.09] (I don't give a fuck!)
[02:40.26]
[00:09.59] Yeah, I got myself a gun
[00:20.33] Brooklyn stand up, I got myself a gun
[00:21.64] But really, I don't need the heat
[00:22.68] Your heart pump project Kool-Aid, you're sweet
[00:24.15] I don't gotta two-way you gays
[00:26.03] This is not beef, this is rap homie
[00:28.23] I don't have a scratch on me
[00:29.48] You feel Jay soft, rip Jay off
[00:31.65] Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million
[00:34.46] Look, I got beef with like a hundred children
[00:37.17] Niggas with pink suits (faggot) tryna get cute
[00:39.72] You a little outta line homie, don't let the 9 homie
[00:42.51] Put you out your mind homie, just rhyme homie
[00:45.11] Kick your little lies I kick my real facts
[00:47.54] Like you sneaking out the back of the Source Soundlab
[00:49.76] We wasn't chasing you, we had a taping too
[00:52.62] We came through to do our one-two thing
[00:55.52] It wasn't a Roc-A-Fella come-through thing
[00:57.53] 'Cause if it was on like that, I would come through Queens
[01:00.31] With Queens niggas, you know how I do
[01:02.77] Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you
[01:05.42] Niggas'll tie you up on the Colosseum roof
[01:08.13] And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth
[01:10.53] Look here
[01:11.59] I got myself a gun
[01:13.95] Yeah, I got myself a gun
[01:19.39] Listen, I'm the J, the A, to the fuck this broad
[01:23.44] This nigga never sold Aspirin, how you Escobar?
[01:25.99] Had to buy your chain back last time you got robbed
[01:28.67] The nerve of this coward nigga, oh my God
[01:31.48] And I don't rap rumors or innuendos
[01:33.98] I bring it to you live, lift up your window
[01:36.50] Let the public peek in, see your dirty laundry
[01:39.43] Y'all dont want me to continue
[01:41.87] Super ugly
[01:46.76] I don't give a fuck!
[01:48.96] All I really know is your ho wants to be with me
[01:51.41] And she ain't playing, and what I'm saying
[01:53.64] She creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets
[01:58.72] Me and the boy A.I. got more in common than just balling and rhyming
[02:01.37] Get it? More in Carmen
[02:03.21] I came in your Bentley backseat, skeeted in your Jeep
[02:05.85] Left condoms on your baby seat
[02:07.68] Here nigga, the gloves is off, the love is done
[02:10.23] It's whatever, whenever, however nigga - one
[02:12.99] And since you infatuated with saying that gay shit
[02:15.55] Yes you was kissing my dick when you was kissing that bitch
[02:18.46] Nasty shit, you thought I was boning Renette
[02:20.41] You calling Carm' a hundred times, I was boning her neck
[02:22.88] You got a baby by the broad, you can't disown her yet
[02:25.57] When does your lies end, when does the truth begin
[02:28.29] When does reality set in or does it not matter
[02:31.11] Gotta hurt I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper
[02:33.50] And ask your current girl, she know what's up
[02:36.02] Holla at a real nigga, Jigga
[02:39.09] (I don't give a fuck!)
[02:40.26]