Kevo Muney - Uncle Charlie lyrics

[Kevo Muney - Uncle Charlie lyrics]

She give my sloppy toppy
While I'm getting high
I'm a dead man with no autopsy
(Red dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro)
I need me a Whitney like Bobby yeah

She give my sloppy toppy
While I'm getting high
I'm a dead man with no autopsy
Need me a Whitney like Bobby because I
Got too many hoes that keep callin'
One of a kind, you can't copy
Bitch, pop, lock, and drop it
Close the door, you ain't even gotta lock it
Jump if you feelin' froggy
Whac-A-Mole with the choppa
Just like some coffee
Yeah, she bad, she bad, she naughty naughty
I can't even lie she a hottie, yeah
She got thе perfect body
Whisper in hеr ear, she can't tell nobody
She know that she hot like teriyaki
She hot like teriyaki

If I ever go broke, still have my chain
Naw, I'll never pawn shop 'em
Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie
Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie
If I ever go broke, still have my chain
Naw, I'll never pawn shop 'em
Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie
Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie

Fuckin' this bitch is a fuckin' hobby
Uh, I got the pocket rocket
Still made it, and I never went to college
But I got plenty knowledge
Oh, I'm in the rim, Vince Carter
These nigga done bring problems
All the money in the fuckin' world, nigga
Still fightin' over a couple dollars

She give my sloppy toppy
While I'm getting high
I'm a dead man with no autopsy
Need me a Whitney like Bobby because I
Got too many hoes that keep callin'
One of a kind, you can't copy
Bitch, pop, lock, and drop it
Close the door, you ain't even gotta lock it
Jump if you feelin' froggy
Whac-A-Mole with the choppa
Just like some coffee
Yeah, she bad, she naughty naughty
I can't even lie she a hot hottie
With the perfect body
Whisper in her ear, she can't tell nobody
She know that she hot like teriyaki
She hot like teriyaki

If I ever go broke, still have my chain
Naw, I'll never pawn shop 'em
Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie
Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie
If I ever go broke, still have my chain
Naw, I'll never pawn shop 'em
Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie
Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie

Fuckin' this bitch is a fuckin' hobby
Yeah, I got the pocket rocket
Still made it, and I never went to college
But I got plenty knowledge
Oh, I'm in the rim, Vince Carter
These nigga done bring problems
All the money in the fuckin' world, nigga
Still fightin' over a couple dollars

Huh huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh huh, huh, huh, huh, uh

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