Eww song by Young Thug from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Atlanta Rap, Trap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Eww Meaning
| [[Chorus] Eww, eww, eww Eww, eww, eww (Thugger) I’m high right now, I’m high right now [Verse 1] What you gonna do when I pull up on you, nigga? (I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know) Pussy nigga know that he a cat like Tigger (For sure, for sure) Beat the pussy nigga with the baseball bat Pull up with them F&Ns comin’ out the hatch Pussy mothafucka scared to say it to my front So I’m blowin’ out his back Point it at his liver, make the nigga reconsider Bands in my pants got me lookin’ a little bigger Red just like Elmo but I never fuckin’ giggle You can suck my pickle for a nickel [Chorus] Eww, eww, eww Eww, eww, eww, eww [Verse 2] How many niggas standin’ around you would die for you? I’m not bein’ funny but if I come through there sprayin’ All them niggas turn to 4 wheelers Honestly, truth be told, YSL won’t fold Pick his ass off from the balcony Walk into the house and change clothes YSL, wipe a nigga nose We don’t give a damn if it’s indoors or outdoors We gotta have that, gon’ grab that Nigga go stab that, smack that shit Every day I keep the bands on me, I’m a lick If a nigga think I’m sweet then his tongue gettin’ split I ain’t doin’ any features unless you give me your bitch I’ma fuck for the cash then she gettin’ robbed by Tick , [Chorus] Eww, eww, eww Eww, eww, eww, eww [Verse 3] Hundred bands inside of my pants Make the mothafucka dance on the stage Aye, bitch, it’s a parade Pourin’ 4s is a sport, Leanorade 50 whole k spent on my hygiene Drinkin’ so much lean that my pee clean 808 just might be the dream team Bitch got some good brain, call her Pinky Bag full of weed, no lighter In the kitchen wrappin’, rappin’ like a cypher You know damn well, I like her, I’mma bite her In a Bentley on West Lee gettin’ trailed by sniper How the fuck you feel that I don’t mean nothin’? All them years in the bando, no clean nothin’ Runnin’ to the cops, tell ’em I don’t serve the fiend nothin’ Pullin’ off like “SIKE!” Bitch I got the bando, fifty hundreds Spot ’round the corner filled up with onions Big homie got a whole truckload Me and Scooter take a trip to New Mexico All I ever wanted was the money All I ever wanted was the money Put your hands in the air if you dare Any motherfucker to step over here F&N put ’em in a wheel chair , [Chorus] Eww, eww, eww Eww, eww, eww, eww] |
