Ugly God's name was inspired by Texas-based recording artist Yung God and his label Ugly Mob.
One Two
Ugly God Lyrics
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If you can't, stay up in your place
Get the fuck (huh)
Out my face, bitch you in the way
Truthfully (What's up?)
I just might fuck your bitch today
Close your eyes (ya dig)
Open up, suck this dick today
If you tell me to go get him, I got him
Saucin' like Rex bitch you know I be stylin'
She say she wanna come party, now she off a bean
And the Perc', yeah, these bitches be wildin'
I want the top 'cause I know she got mileage
Come get yo bitch, 'cause she actin' too childish
One, two
Who the fuck is you, bitch?
Three, four
Come and get yo ho, bitch
Five, six
Suck a nigga dick, bitch
Seven, eight
How that dick taste, bitch?
Chop chop
Pull up on the block like pop pop, ooh
Hop hop, party gon' jump like hopscotch, ooh
Drop top, fuck a lil' bitch then swap, swap, ooh
Knock knock, shut the fuck up bitch, stop, stop, ooh
I'm the shit, fuck a job, I ain't clockin' shit
Booted up (hm), heavy metal, bitch I'm off the shits
Come here baby (huh), eat me up like some chocolate
Middle fingers (huh), fuck 12, they not stoppin' shit
One, two
Who the fuck is you, bitch?
Three, four
Come and get yo ho, bitch
Five, six
Suck a nigga dick, bitch
Seven, eight
How that dick taste, bitch?
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God
The opening lines of Ugly God's song One Two set the tone for the crass, misogynistic lyrics to come. He warns listeners to keep their distance from him and stay out of his way, but also boasts about the possibility of sleeping with someone else's girlfriend. Throughout the song, he uses vulgar language to describe sexual acts and brags about his sexual prowess.
The chorus of the song, with the repeated lines "One, two, who the fuck is you, bitch? Three, four, come and get yo ho, bitch," further emphasizes Ugly God's disrespectful and objectifying attitude towards women. He also throws in various ad-libs and exclamations, such as "chop chop," "hop hop," and "knock knock," that add to the song's energetic, party vibe.
Overall, One Two is a song that celebrates hedonism and sexual conquest, with little regard for the feelings or agency of the women involved.
Line by Line Meaning
Keep your space
Stay away from me
If you can't, stay up in your place
If you can't keep your distance, stay where you are
Get the fuck (huh)
Get out of my face
Out my face, bitch you in the way
Move out of my way
Truthfully (What's up?)
Honestly,
I just might fuck your bitch today
I might sleep with your girlfriend today
Close your eyes (ya dig)
Shut your eyes
Open up, suck this dick today
Perform oral sex on me today
And I'm riding downtown with your bitch in an Audi
I'm driving around town in an Audi with your girlfriend
If you tell me to go get him, I got him
If you ask me to get someone, I'll do it
Saucin' like Rex bitch you know I be stylin'
I'm dressing stylishly and confidently
She say she wanna come party, now she off a bean
She wants to go party and is high on ecstasy
And the Perc', yeah, these bitches be wildin'
These girls go crazy for the prescription drug Percocet
I want the top 'cause I know she got mileage
I want her to perform oral sex because I know she's experienced
Come get yo bitch, 'cause she actin' too childish
Come get your girlfriend because she's acting immature
One, two
Counting
Who the fuck is you, bitch?
Who are you, girl?
Three, four
Continuing the count
Come and get yo ho, bitch
Come and collect your girlfriend
Five, six
Still counting
Suck a nigga dick, bitch
Perform oral sex on a guy
Seven, eight
Continuing the count
How that dick taste, bitch?
How does the male genitalia taste like, girl?
Chop chop
Hurry
Pull up on the block like pop pop, ooh
Arrive at the location quickly
Hop hop, party gon' jump like hopscotch, ooh
The party will be lively and fun
Drop top, fuck a lil' bitch then swap, swap, ooh
Have sex with a young girl and switch partners
Knock knock, shut the fuck up bitch, stop, stop, ooh
Shut up and stop talking, girl
I'm the shit, fuck a job, I ain't clockin' shit
I'm great and don't need a job
Booted up (hm), heavy metal, bitch I'm off the shits
I'm high and enjoying myself
Come here baby (huh), eat me up like some chocolate
Come over and pleasure me
Middle fingers (huh), fuck 12, they not stoppin' shit
I don't care about the police
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God
Gratitude towards the artist
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God
More gratitude towards the artist
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Written by: Royce Cornell Davison
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