UglyFace - Fuckery

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I ain’t bout that
I ain’t bout that
I ain’t bout that fuckery
What you want from me the lap of luxury


I need the finer things like what you got for me
I was trynna teach but you know everything
I come off my break
You know you

Tie me by my hands
You throw my high but I’m on land
You know I’m tired
I don’t owe you anything


Pay your debt to me why you reschedule me
Watch me carefully like you was scared for me
Say a prayer for me and make a bed for me
I ain’t bout that fuckery


What you want from me the lap of luxury
I need the finer things like what you got for me
I was tryna teach but you know everything
Ain’t wit you hosing mе


Ain’t what I chose to be
You tried hoing mе
Cuz new age niggas they switch they hips
My dick take it personally


Prolly pack his balls and leave
Who you think you are tried running this ship
Now we all fubar
I Thought you thought you was the squad

Thought you thought you was my dog
Thought you thought you was a God
I seen it before
Niggas real is CB4


Used to have standards thought that shit matter
Can’t scatter my brain I’m practicing aim
All about my shit know what the time is
No malice behind this


Can’t challenge yo blindness
That’s fine gone grind not wasting my time
No sharing my shine no sway in my life
Paid up on dues some of’em twice


Making these moves earning my stripes
You purchase hype more than the high
Raising my seeds and loving my wife
Give back to this world do it some right


I ain’t bout that fuckery
What you want from me the lap of luxury
I need the finer things like what you got for me
I was tryna teach but you know everything

I don’t owe you anything
Pay your debt to me why you reschedule me
Watch me carefully like you was scared for me
Say a prayer for me and make a bed for me

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UglyFace The collective has created music together for years in California from Oakland to Stockton. Kevin Farpella and Aaron Temple were introduced by Andre Mosley. They would later be dubbed UglyFace, by Aric Jones a Bay Area kid with Chicago roots, after some hard hitting sessions. The group would temporarily disband to sharpen their individual swords. Singer Andre Mosley at Patchwerk Studios in Atlanta, Georgia, Aaron Temple in Brooklyn, New York and Aric Jones in Los Angeles with only Kevin Farpella remaining in Tracy, CA. With a strengthened brotherhood they’ve decided to finish what they started, writing and producing their own music.