Pudgy Lyrics

Pudgy Lyrics

Ooh oooh uh
Ooooh oooh uh
[*humming*]
Childish Major

Who in the truck with the pretty guts pudgy f**k
No tummy tuck got the city shook
Mama look
b**ches glissy' glossin'n'n up in the back bouta break her back to some rap sh*t
Uzi-Vertabrae
Up like murder rate
Up
Pearly gates

Reason number 1 is I'm the sun of
Trees and moons and martyrs, authors
Right when they was counting me out I came around the hardest (Ohhh)
Playing target practice met a bad b**ch at target

Darling
What's your bargin
Let's get it bussin' like we Barged in
Ya' nigga all simp
Bluue his head like he Marge Damn
I'm animated
And I made it
Out the city show in South Beach
Ballin' out sheesh
Mike Wazowski got my eye on her
Pudgy, and the pussy got some power on it like
[*clap clap clap clap*]
Lights off it

Who in the truck with the pretty guts Pudgy f**k
No tummy tuck got the city shook
Mama look
b**ches gliszy' glossin'n'n up in the back bouta break her back to some rap sh*t
Uzi-vertabrae
Up like murder rate
Up
Pearly gates

I don't know if I'll make it to pearly gates
Standing on top of the world I'm big like 7'8" (Ahh)
I wonder where my soul gonna go until the devil says (Hmm)
I might got 8 different baby mommas in 7 states (States)
I don't care what you do in the daytime
At night better lay
I don't care what you do in my whip take your shoes off Anna Mae
I don't drink no Henny Casamigos be the better grade
I done put diamonds in my AP and it make me feel so late
And I got my momma a new home it make me feel so great
Late better than never I feel like I'm greater than ever
Fight for this cheddar
The Def get you Jammed like Vendetta

Who in the truck with the pretty guts pudgy f**k
No tummy tuck got the city shook
Mama look
b**ches gliszy' glossin'n'n up in the back bouta break her back to some rap sh*t
Uzi-Vertabrae
Up like murder rate
Up
Pearly gates

Reason number 1 is I'm the son of
Trees and moons and martyrs, authors
Right when they was counting me out I came around the hardest
Playing target practice met a bad b**ch a target
V3
Who you bro
I don't know you nigga need to move over
Who smokin'
I'm on Mars right now I feel like Bruno
Got a pakk
Loud as drums dis bih deserve a drumroll
I attract
That good brain don't bring around no dumb hoes
Or no niggas
That be burnt out like that Fronto
I'm so serious
I be better off boolin ' back on my own

Who in the truck with the...