Ulcer Chatter Lyrics – Yung Ulcer
Singer: Yung Ulcer
Title: Ulcer Chatter
Money making and faggot hating i hate to say it
Old b#tches watch me get a bag and wish they would’ve stayed
Shoot your shot, if you pop at me, it might ricochet
Kansas city and cincinnati where i spent vacay
Ay, they wish they could see me
Haters wish they could be me
Imma grown man with a big dick you got a lil peepee
My b#tch that i got now, know she praying to keep me
I heard that boy rap, he mumbling on, that sh#t got me sleepy
You heard of mike? mike c#ck
You know the hype? i’m up
Set the volume 100 and shut the f#ck up
Cut off that lame cause i know he ain’t cut
Put my dick in a sl#tty hoe, i might catch syphilis
They thought my #ss had autism i’m just really gifted
What it do, yeah what it do, yeah i’m just quipping
Mad mad, guess you upset, you should quit b#tching
A bad b#tch and a spliff that’s all i want for christmas
Pull my pants down, whip my dick out and i start pissing
Money making and faggot hating i hate to say it
Old b#tches watch me get a bag and wish they would’ve stayed
Shoot your shot, if you pop at me, it might ricochet
Kansas city and cincinnati where i spent vacay
Ay, they wish they could see me
Haters wish they could be me
Imma grown man with a big dick you got a lil peepee
My b#tch that i got now, know she praying to keep me
I heard that boy rap, he mumbling on, that sh#t got me sleepy
Like what’s wrong with me
No this ain’t a comedy
Put a drill bit to my head cause my b#tch wanted sodomy
I hear voices they talking coming from right inside of me
Kick a b#tch, yeah, slap a hoe, no you can’t cry to me
I’m blowing up off this silly sh#t this time for real
Find a house owned by rich crackers now it’s time to steal
You got little nads, i got balls of steel
Ulcerman is a visionary i invented the wheel
Yo b#tch cooking me meals
Labels signing me deals
They told me that i wasn’t sh#t
Now they like the ideas
So imma shout see ya when i get my visa
You down bad with a dirty b#tch wouldn’t wanna be ya
You went to the doc, he told you it’s gonorrhea
This bowser b#tch took the princess shouting mama-mia!
I see myself in like 5 years just counting bills
Keep a grudge, stay mad p#ss#, like what’s the deal
My problem is spit too many facts
Notorious sh#t cause of all of these acts
If you want the methods you just gotta ask
But if you ain’t og, i ain’t got your back
b#tch stay in your lane, watch me do my thing
If i was google then you would be bing
Rapper producer and i love to sing
Had a future vision, all i saw was cha-ching
Money making and faggot hating i hate to say it
Old b#tches watch me get a bag and wish they would’ve stayed
Shoot your shot, if you pop at me, it might ricochet
Kansas city and cincinnati where i spent vacay
Ay, they wish they could see me
Haters wish they could be me
Imma grown man with a big dick you got a lil peepee
My b#tch that i got now, know she praying to keep me
I heard that boy rap, he mumbling on, that sh#t got me sleepy
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