Lyrical Breakdown of Uh Oh, Thots! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how XXXTENTACION weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Uh Oh, Thots!" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Ah, ooh (Yuh)
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh (Huh?)
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
1400 Gang, bitch, I keep me some shooters
My chain shine hard like your momma medulla
I'm stoned up in the club, bitch, I feel like Medusa (Yuh)
You talk down, yeah, pussy boy, I'ma shoot you
I'm a gorilla, ayy (Yuh)
Yeah, big bank, I'm about my skrilla, ayy (Huh?)
Yeah, I'm gettin' all this money, big drug-dealer, ayy
Trippie Redd, bitch, know I'm with the fitted, ayy
Oh yeah, bitch, I'm really in the villainy
Huh, yeah, all the money
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah, ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Criss-cross applesauce
Ride up on my croggy, uh
Eat the plate, no Rick Ross
I got some ape, no Harambe, uh
Nobody sayin', that she said
She wanna tug my denim, mm
If you think that X is broke
Then look at my motherfuckin' banknote
Okay, like, are you okay, Annie?
In a Phantom like I'm Danny, huh
I'm tryna fuck your granny
Tryna get Dagger Dick in her whole panties, huh
Said she really wanna touch eem body
But I just want brain like a nerd, rocka
Shout-out to 333rd
I'm flippin' the bird, the bird is the word, huh
1400 Gang, bitch, I keep me some shooters
My chain shine hard like your momma medulla
I'm stoned up in the club, bitch, I feel like Medusa
You talk down, yeah, pussy boy, I'ma shoot you
I'm a gorilla, ayy
Yeah, big bank, I'm about my skrilla, ayy
Yeah, I'm gettin' all this money, big drug-dealer, ayy
Trippie Redd, bitch, know I'm with the fitted, ayy
Oh yeah, bitch, I'm really in the villainy
Huh, yeah, all the money
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah, ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like, "Ah, ooh," ayy
Throwin' all the hundreds
Throwin' all the money