paroles de chanson Pudgy (with Lil Uzi Vert) - Smino , Lil Uzi Vert
Ooh,
oh
Ooh,
ooh,
oh
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
(Haha,
Childish
Major)
Who
in
the
truck
with
the
pretty
guts?
Pudgy
fuck,
no
tummy
tuck
Got
the
city
shook,
mama
look
Bitches
glissy
glossin'
it
up
in
the
back
'Bout
to
break
her
back
to
some
rap
shit
Uzi
vertebrae
up
like
murder
rate,
up
Pearly
gates
Reason
number
one
is
I'm
the
son
of
Trees
and
moons,
and
martyrs,
authors
Right
when
neighbors
callin'
me
out,
I
came
around
the
hardest
(oh)
Playin'
target
practice,
made
the
bad
bitch
a
target
(oh)
Darlin',
what's
you
bargain?
Let
get
it
bustin'
like
we
Boston
Your
nigga
all
simp,
blew
his
head
like
hе
Marge,
damn
Damn,
Atlanta
made
it,
'Lanta
made
it
(ow)
Out
thе
city,
show
in
South
beach,
bought
her
nails,
shit
(ow)
Mike
Wazowski,
got
my
eye
on
her
Pudgy
in
the
pussy
got
some
power
on
it,
like
Tell
you
somethin'
Who
in
the
truck
with
the
pretty
guts?
Pudgy
fuck,
no
tummy
tuck
Got
the
city
shook,
mama
look
Bitches
glissy
glossin'
it
up
in
the
back
'Bout
to
break
her
back
to
some
rap
shit
Uzi
vertebrae
up
like
murder
rate,
up
Pearly
gates
I
don't
know
if
I'ma
get
to
pearly
gates
(pearly
gates)
Standin'
on
top
of
the
world,
I'ma
be
like
7'8"
(wow)
I
wonder
where
my
soul
gon'
go
until
the
devil
says
(no)
I
might
got
eight
different
baby
mamas
in
seven
states
(states)
I
don't
care
what
you
do
in
the
daytime,
and
I
better
late
I
don't
care
what
you
do
in
my
whip,
take
your
shoes
off,
anime
I
don't
drink
no
Henny,
Casamigos
be
the
better
grade
I
done
put
diamonds
in
my
AP
and
it
made
me
feel
so
late
And
I
got
my
momma
a
new
home,
it
made
me
feel
so
great
Late
better
than
ever,
I
feel
like
I'm
greater
than
ever
Fight
for
this
cheddar,
the
death
get
you
jammed
like
vendetta
Who
in
the
truck
with
the
pretty
guts?
Pudgy
fuck,
no
tummy
tuck
Got
the
city
shook,
mama
look
Bitches
glissy
glossin'
it
up
in
the
back
'Bout
to
break
her
back
to
some
rap
shit
Uzi
vertebrae
up
like
murder
rate,
up
Pearly
gates
Reason
number
one
is
on
the
sun
are
Trees
and
moons,
and
martyrs,
authors
Right
when
neighbors
callin'
me
out,
I
came
around
the
hardest
Playin'
target
practice,
made
the
bad
bitch
a
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
eight
pack,
loud
as
drum,
this
shit
deserve
a
drum
roll
On
your
track,
that
could
brag
on
brag
on
dumb
hoes
(it
do)
But
no
niggas
that
be
burnt
out
like
that
fronto
(uh-uh)
I'm
so
serious,
I
be
better
off
boolin'
back
on
my
own
(ooh,
ooh,
ooh,
yeah)
Who
in
the
truck
with
the-
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