Eddie Franco - uh oh (feat. 6200bpm)
Uh oh (Uh oh)
Yeah, uh oh
(62 and 58)
(B-b-b-b-beats per minute)
Yeah, I'm tryna go up, uh oh
Why these niggas look stuck, uh oh
Mad that I don't give a fuck, uh oh
Wait, mad that I don't give a fuck, uh oh
I don't skate, but I'm on my grind, utmost
Think she wanna meet E and greet up close
She give brain like she want scholarship
I want the O's
These niggas be decepticons yeah I'm with the pros
Yeah, that mean I be with my bros
I been up all night, I can't fall asleep on the phone
Bitches mad, uh oh
Yeah, I'm tryna get this bag, uh oh
I gotta reach my goal
I can't afford to keep you close
Yeah they call me CHO cuz I'm essential like glucose
Now, now she mad, damn uh oh
Unfortunately, that's too damn bad, uh oh
Yeah, uh oh
Yeah, where did your love go
Yeah huh c'mon
Yeah I got it on lock hoe
Yeah I'm climbing to the top
Like it's on a rock yeah
I'm gonna rock on uh
Even with the guap I can't give it's a lot
Give it to who I know uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was hittin Big Bear it's a lot of snow
I don't even really care I don't gotta go
Don't like how she stare and don't got a tone
She don't hit me but she got a phone
It's okay cuz I know that's how the game go
Fuck it Ima dance with the racks lil baby
Yeah like it's tango
Yeah had that lil bitch wet give me my raincoat
Ima get diamond chains for my niggas like Django
No matter what you tellin me
I'll never let the strain go (Hey, hey, yeah)
Damn, uh oh
Yeah, uh oh (Yeah she blew me out her top)
Damn, uh oh (Pass me, nah)
Damn, uh oh, yeah (Damn could she be mine)
Uh oh
Uh oh
Yeah, aye, yeah, aye
Yeah, aye, yeah, yeah yeah
Uh oh, yeah (Don't get mad hoe)
Uh oh, yeah (Tryna get this bag, get this bag hoe)
Uh oh, yeah (So don't get mad, don't get mad)
Uh oh, damn wait wait
Uh oh, yeah
Yo, Eddie Franco
Chief Prodigy man
You already know the vibes man
The only way is up man
The sky's the limit
But the limit ain't the sky, you feel me
Written by:
Amir Wright, Edgar Charles
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