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[Intro]
Yeah, Uffie's got it

[Chorus]
Hands up, fast up, people, come on!
You like my sh*t
You ain't ready, I can't hear you all
Uffie's got that sh*t
East side, west side, where you at? Come on!
Uffie's in this b*tch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop b*tchin'
I can rock this sh*t

[Verse 1]
Now it seems to me you faggots got a whole lot of questions
On this damn holler board, you b*tches getting some action
It's obviously a problem, but I won't restrict myself
Is it hip hop or it is it electro or damn is she coming from hell?
Oh, please, excuse me, b*tch, but I f*ck all you wannabes
It's just straight into that gossip, you don't have any fizz
A lot of people read your crap this is web pollution
This is why I ain't complaining b*tch over free promotions
You just called me a c*nt in some other word like (Trick?)
But after this you'll be the one sucking a whole lot of di*ks
You brought my popularity ratings higher than ever
Thank you! Your whole bullsh*t comments have worked! Real clever!
Before I answer you b*tch, let me spit one question
If you hate me so much, what's up with your obsession?
I just do my things tight and I don't care about heights
So run back to your computer, your mom, and your crack pipe
[Chorus]
Hands up, fast up, people, come
Hi, you like my sh*t
You ain't ready, I can't hear you all
Uffie's got that sh*t
East side, west side, where you at? Come on!
Uffie's in this b*tch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies, stop b*tchin'
I can rock this sh*t
I can rock this sh*t
Uffie's got that sh*t
Uffie's in this b*tch

[Verse 2]
OK, now let's get back to that last pathetic forum
You think you got me and my crew figured out? Well done!
You rap analysis fool, should be a bit more clever
Get back to your dusty mix tape, your CDs and your stickers
I can't believe all these crowds, it worked out so well
Maybe I shove my Glock in bed so you can shove it in your mouth
Yes, I am a little white girl, I guess she can a have a point
I've been through sh*t in my life, and I'm coming out strong
Who's that girl? She's so hot, she's never touched any Glock!
b*tch, if you only knew, yes, I have f*cking popped
And tell me why you feel the need to have so much sh*t on me
I think it's cause the next thing is this girl called Uffie
Got that?
[Chorus]
Hands up, fast up, people, come on
Hi, you like my sh*t
You ain't ready, I can't hear you all
Uffie's got that sh*t
East side, west side, where you at? Come on!
Uffie's in this b*tch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies, stop b*tchin'
I can rock this sh*t
I can rock this sh*t
Uffie's got that sh*t
Uffie's in this b*tch

[Outro]
We got our sh*t all tight we don't care about you jealous ass whores
Try getting off your couch and get a f*cking life instead of sitting on your internet dissin' us
If you ever got this, your words don't mean a thing
All you got is your mom bringing you f*cking cookies to your computer
Try to get a f*cking life!
I think this b*tch is wack
She got no verse and she's copying stuff
Hahaha b*tch
Yeah, that's 'cause we're the next hot sh*t