Hurricane Chris - Uh Huh lyrics
rate me[Hook]
See me by myself, I got that thang with me
And that club ain’t shit if you ain’t make it rain in it
Rack on rack and hollow with the 45’s and a trunk,
turn it up and let it pop
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uhu, aha, that’s what I made her say
Cause hurricane made a stick down in a major way
Ok, let’s go, my money straight
I play to win, every time, let me demonstrate, my real estate
My condo in atlanta, mansion in louisiana
Couple million in the bank, I feed my dog flamin young steak
Pocket full fo money, workin like I need credits
I got a really big engine, run up with the ...but I got on the inside
Causing in the speaker sound, like it’s on my...
I’m a fellow representing my hood, living it all
I go super stupid dumb, just run up and try your luck
Watch how quick I bust you up
Hoe I think you mad, cause his chick want me to fill her up
And drop her right back off to him
Right after we pin her up
Splurging, I be spending bucks, swerving in my bentley truck
But bentley don’t make a truck
Ok, well I just made that up
See me surf... keep my head up
We gonn play big bank take lil bank up
That will show who got they bread up
[Hook]
See me by myself, I got that thang with me
And that club ain’t shit if you ain’t make it rain in it
Rack on rack and hollow with the 45’s and a trunk,
turn it up and let it pop
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
I got a hoe, said I holler hurricane
All the bad chicks steady when I hold my chain
She was giving me brain, and I’m kill all the bodies
I didn’t even know her name
Whole lot of stacks in the backpack, really we ain’t got no trust
But to make you ...tell me, have you ever been a ...
Standing in the middle of the floor with a fistfull of hunneds
All about, all about the money
When the club close, I be leaving with somebody else with me
Take her to the road, put her in the bed,
Plus I’m pullind ends, now you’re telling me I’m all about the stomach
Whatever you name, ...got a lot of fame in the game but I don’t act funny
My name cliff froze...
Rap through the city, in a ‘lac 2 chicks on the backseat
Kissing eachother on the mouth
You can take off your tong if this your song
I wanna see what you bout
The club ain’t shit until the thunderstorm get it
Got the whole club rocking loosin ...we get jiggy
Less be creepin if you strippin and we tippin that’s the bizness baby
1 fifty, 2 fifty, big money I comprehend it
Lil mama want me to eat it, like a pit off in the city
Hurricane, christ and drama boy on the track it’s ridiculous
[Hook] x 2
See me by myself, I got that thang with me
And that club ain’t shit if you ain’t make it rain in it
Rack on rack and hollow with the 45’s and a trunk,
turn it up and let it pop
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah
Uh huh, ah ah, uh huh, ah, ah.
