Get Ugly Daisha McBride (Ft. nobigdyl.)
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[Intro: Daisha McBride]
You don’t want, you don't want, you don't want
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Daisha McBride]
You don’t want things to get ugly, it’s like y’all want somethin’ from me
Popping off at the mouth, I guess your memory’s fuzzy
Things seem like it’s sweet but, no, I ain’t your buddy
No, you won’t see it coming, no, you won’t see it coming
You don’t want things to get ugly, born south of Kentucky
We might walk with a limp, we like the bass to be muddy
Shouldn’t worry about your motive if you say that you love me (You [?]) You don’t want things to get ugly
[Verse 1: Daisha McBride]
I took a turn for the worst, but I’m back now
The city heavy, carried it and threw my back out
The same rappers I look up to on my tracks now
Want all the smoke, you could say I’m getting hostile
Somebody tell mama that her baby gon’ pop
Pick a side, pick a side, pick it quick, don’t flop
I got three on the east, make the call, they gon’ chop
Lot of things slowing down, but the pesos not
I’ll never be played by a man again, they ask who I’m with and I say the shenanigans
Couple of exes and one is real toxic, trust me, I know how to handle him
Just checked my DM, was chatting with Future, that ain’t no cap, he say he a fan
So there’s a reason I visit Atlanta, won’t give it away, but it's all in the plan
And, real talk, I’m convinced that they don’t listen when you humble
I got Mississippi blood, was in the sticks with all my uncles
My team is too elite, like Michael Jordan in my huddle
Don’t got to rap about my body when I already caught a couple
You don’t want, you don't want, you don't want
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Daisha McBride]
You don’t want things to get ugly, it’s like y’all want somethin’ from me
Popping off at the mouth, I guess your memory’s fuzzy
Things seem like it’s sweet but, no, I ain’t your buddy
No, you won’t see it coming, no, you won’t see it coming
You don’t want things to get ugly, born south of Kentucky
We might walk with a limp, we like the bass to be muddy
Shouldn’t worry about your motive if you say that you love me (You [?]) You don’t want things to get ugly
[Verse 1: Daisha McBride]
I took a turn for the worst, but I’m back now
The city heavy, carried it and threw my back out
The same rappers I look up to on my tracks now
Want all the smoke, you could say I’m getting hostile
Somebody tell mama that her baby gon’ pop
Pick a side, pick a side, pick it quick, don’t flop
I got three on the east, make the call, they gon’ chop
Lot of things slowing down, but the pesos not
I’ll never be played by a man again, they ask who I’m with and I say the shenanigans
Couple of exes and one is real toxic, trust me, I know how to handle him
Just checked my DM, was chatting with Future, that ain’t no cap, he say he a fan
So there’s a reason I visit Atlanta, won’t give it away, but it's all in the plan
And, real talk, I’m convinced that they don’t listen when you humble
I got Mississippi blood, was in the sticks with all my uncles
My team is too elite, like Michael Jordan in my huddle
Don’t got to rap about my body when I already caught a couple
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