Paroles de la chanson Uber XL par
We love you baptist
Oh, oh
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
Drugs getting boring, had to switch up the flow
It's the party boy, you already know
Summertime coming, I'm myself so I'ma glow
Oh, oh
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
Drugs getting boring, had to switch up the flow
It's the party boy, you already know
Summertime coming, I'm myself so I'ma glow
Yeah, I made money, I'ma fly
Bottle full of Henny, bad bitches by my side
One kiss my cheek, the other grab my thighs
I'm up now, can't believe I used to wanna die
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
Skinny jeans, yeah, I'm dressed just like a hoe
Yeah, she likes me, I got expensive clothes
You ain't in the club, you're a clone
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, where's my phone?
Bottle full of Henny, bad bitches by my side
One kiss my cheek, the other grab my thighs
I'm up now, can't believe I used to wanna die
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
Skinny jeans, yeah, I'm dressed just like a hoe
Yeah, she likes me, I got expensive clothes
You ain't in the club, you're a clone
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, where's my phone?
Step into the rave
Fans take a pic, so I'm hiding my face
Feds stop me, I ain't tryna catch a case
But they recognize me, so I got away (Uh, uh)
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show
Fans take a pic, so I'm hiding my face
Feds stop me, I ain't tryna catch a case
But they recognize me, so I got away (Uh, uh)
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up to the show
Uber XL, yeah, I pulled up with no hoes
Ah, I got Gucci all up on my toes
Yeah, that was your bitch, she's a hoe
And she's tryna take off my fucking clothes
I can't get away from these fucking clones
I need like two bands for a show
I need like two bands for a show