IRC-Galleria

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway

Kill the lights
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks
It feels right
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright.

Cause there's gonna be a party

WTF you lookin at bitch i aint a homo
keep on starin you might as well take a photo
click click bitch take a fuckin photo
yea i am the bomb tick tick
keep on starin at me im about to explode on your ass
EXPLODE ON YOUR ASS
i mean im ot that funny lookin am i
SO WHAT i have two toned hair
SO WHAT i have freakish metal things in my lip
SO WHAT i wear tight jeans and girl t's
and if you really think about it all the kids that look like me and dress like me
LOOK LIKE ME AND DRESS LIKE ME

Me and Feadz on a mission
And we're starvin to fly
It's little Uffie of course
About to get buck wild

On this beat that you hear
It's a girl that you fear
And if you don't enjoy this shit,
You can get outta here

But yo one day you will see me
Beaking out in Miami
Doing X-rated shows
From Houston into St.Louis

Yo I'm a damn crazy brat
And i don't give a fuck
I got my man,my sound blastin
And I'm ready to fuck

Iiii iiiii i i i I'm ready to fuck I'm ready
Ready I'm ready to Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Im ready ready I'm ready to fuck fuck fuck Fuck
Uffie Uffie Uffie Uffie Uffie
Of course iiiiiIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim uffie of course
I'm uffie of course

I put my name on the map
My pop, you're calling me that
Your boyfriend's harrassing me
and you should tell him to stop.
I'm off another level
I got upgraded, I dedicate this song to my fans on steroids

I am the short circuit of this electronic
I am the start-up chick and my voice bionic
I got a good team
I'm on your widescreen
I'm all about my green since I turned fourteen

Does your money love you?
Does your money fuck you?
Is it nice to talk to?
Does your money hug you?
Does your money want you?
Does your money haunt you?
Put your money 'bout you