UAV versuri

Versuri Che – UAV lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wan’ fuck on my ho (What?), I just wan’ fuck on my ho (Woah, woah)
I’m finna pop me a bean, I just wan’ fuck on my ho, bitch, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I had to jump on the jet, bitch, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, I kept my foot on the gas, she put my dick in her ass (Let’s go, yeah)
I’m puttin’ the stick up like Afghanistan, blatt, yeah (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
I’m cookin’ the motherfuckin’ opp, I’m cookin’ that boy on the pan (Pssh)
Okay, we finna push up the spot, I’m tryna empty the mag
Okay, yeah, I been sippin’ on Wock’, it cost an arm and a leg, uh, yeah
I let her play with my chain, she let me play in the bed, yeah, yeah
They see me tellin’ thе feds, I told ‘em, „Jump on my head”, huh, yеah
I send ‘em far, fetch, okay, here’s a catch (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
I let her bounce wit’ me all day, trampoline
My niggas, we keepin’ it cool, my niggas, we keepin’ it clean
Blatt, yeah, I fuck her, she said she can’t walk, I fuck her, she never wan’ leave (Yeah, she never wan’ leave)
I-I-I fuck her, she said she can’t walk, I fuck her, she never wan’ leave (Yeah, she never wan’ leave)

[Chorus]
I just wan’ fuck on my ho (What?), I just wan’ fuck on my ho (Woah, woah)
I’m finna pop me a bean, I just wan’ fuck on my ho, bitch, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I had to jump on the jet, bitch, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt, yeah)
I just wan’ fuck on my ho (What?), I just wan’ fuck on my ho (Woah, woah)
I’m finna pop me a bean, I just wan’ fuck on my ho, bitch, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I had to jump on the jet, bitch, yeah
Okay, I’m back on the Act’, I roll the blunt with my check (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, I kept my foot on the gas, she put my dick in her ass (Let’s go, yeah)
I’m puttin’ the stick up like Afghanistan, blatt, yeah (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
I’m cookin’ the motherfuckin’ opp, I’m cookin’ that boy on the pan (Pssh)
Okay, we finna push up the spot, I’m tryna empty the mag
Okay, yeah, I been sippin’ on Wock’, it cost an arm and a leg, uh, yeah
I let her play with my chain, she let me play in the bed, yeah, yeah
They see me tellin’ the feds, I told ‘em, „Jump on my head”, huh, yeah
I send ‘em far, fetch, okay, here’s a catch (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
I let her bounce wit’ me all day, trampoline
My niggas, we keepin’ it cool, my niggas, we keepin’ it clean

Written by: Che / CXO / Warren Hunter