Lil Uzi Vert – Strawberry Peels Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Spider (Hey)
Hey (SEX, Spider, SEX)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, I’m on that drank, I’m ’bout to kill (Woah)
I got the drop, I got the kill (Woah)
Takin’ a bitch, I got the seal (Yeah)
I got this peppermint patty, it’s teal
She off the boat and she came from Israel
Fuck from the back until I’m smacked
Smoke on that thrax, I’m on strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels
Cop what I want and my wrist and my style is on crunk and it’s real
Half of my niggas get high off a seal
Brand new pints and they all teal
I put my dick in her bladder, yeah, yeah
And I’m fuckin’ her friends and they all here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Flooded the wrist
Let my bro hit her, I’m good with assist (Good)
Know it’s expensive, can tell by the stitch (Why?)
Crept in the club with thirty in the stick (Thirty)
VLONE, Chrome Heart, it’s still stuck on the rich
She can’t talk right now ’cause she suckin’ this dick
YSL slatt life, we slimy and slick (Slatt)
Got a young bull that pull up, let it spit (Bull)
He hit and don’t miss
Hop out a jet, hop in a Rolls
Icy Patek straight off of shows (Straight off of shows)
I want the platinum, I’m cool on the gold
She suckin’ it ’til the snot come out her nose (Wow)
I bought an old Cutlass, I set it on fours (Set it on fours)
I pop me a pill, I feel geeked up for sure
You front me a pack, I’ma go get it sold
Young Wunna, young Wunna, I can’t break the code (Young Wunna)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
I bend her over, I make her kneel
Stand on my money like my name Shaquille
Construction man, runnin’ right through these drills
I cannot breathe ’cause there’s ice on my gills
She give me brain, that’s that Urkel and chill
She mixed with white, told her my name Jaleel
Uzi too rich, man, how does it feel?
Tryna be humble, man, I ain’t tryna kill
They walk on my heels, my heels made of steel
That’s no oil my spill, I burnt off the wheel
She ate up the deal
My baby so spoiled just like some old milk
The paint on my whip, it’s already peeled
Put my dick in her gut, it’s just for the guilt
Fuckin’ this bitch, did that right on film
I need the beat, that’s just for the stems (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)

Lil Wayne – I Do It Lyrics

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[Intro: Big Sean]
Phew, phew, yeah
If  you weigh me down then I gotta remove you
If  you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don)
Look, look, look, funeral

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)
They  say, “All facts,” but don’t prove shit (Huh)
You  in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh)
Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh)
This  a win-win, swear I’m so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I don’t really sleep or take naps, no snoozin’
All  these burners here hot, but we coolin’
I was playin’ dumb, they was thinkin’ I’m stupid
My accountant just called, said, “Shit been movin’”
I’m ‘posed to have no gun, I got two of ’em
I never remind a nigga what I do for ’em
I was dead broke, sleep on the futon
Now I’m up, now I’m big house, few of ’em
Everyday I’m lit, my life like a re-run
If I take your shit, can’t give you no refund
Ten mil’ for a deal I agree on
I put on for Atlanta like Deion
Chrome Heart glasses, I can’t see ’em
From the apartments to an arena
Where that lil’ boy been? I ain’t seen him
Look at God’s child drivin’ the Demon
Fuck what you heard

[Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Lil Wayne]
I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)
They say, “All facts,” but don’t prove shit (Huh, yeah)
You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah)
Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah)
This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit)
Soft top on my car like it’s Jewish (It’s Jewish)
Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis)
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Lil Tunechi, I’m in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah)
I’m gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah)
I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah)
Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah)
No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah)
Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah)
I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah)
Bullets go through your vest like it’s translucent
I smoke the best exclusive
I’m somewhere else secluded (Secluded)
Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in
You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it)
I don’t sketch, but the pistol, I drew it
Told myself to continue my duties
I got money from 2002, that I ain’t seen since 2002
Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin’
Ballin’ so brazy, I dribble and shoot it
Just like I play for Emilio Pucci
I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki
I need a favorite woman like The Fugees
It’s me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges
My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid
No fake asses truly, I’m makin’ her moon me
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

[Chorus: Big Sean, Lil Wayne, Big Sean & Lil Wayne]
I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it)
They say, “All facts,” but don’t prove shit (I knew it)
You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh)
Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah)
This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy (Yeah, yeah)
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Lil Baby, Lil Wayne, & Big Sean]
I don’t really sleep or take naps, no snoozin’ (No snoozin’)
All of these burners here hot, but we coolin’ (Yeah, snorin’)
I was playin’ dumb, they was thinkin’ I’m stupid
My accountant just called, said, “Shit been movin’” (Yeah)
I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it
My accountant just called, said, “Shit been movin’”
Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah)
Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah)
If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you
If you in my way, then I gotta go through you
Funeral

Game – Oh I (feat. Jeremih, Young Thug & Sevyn)

[Intro]
Bongo by the way

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
Oh, my
You don’t trust no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: The Game]
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
She said I got a reputation, I’m that nigga though
She tryna play hard to get, but I’ma get it though
She say she ain’t that type of girl, she sendin’ pictures though
She get naked on the Snap ’cause it disappear
I seen that pussy for a sec’ and I saY, "Bring it here"
See the way that I’ma fuck you, you ain’t ever did
I’ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain’t ever scared
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
I’m hopin’ you there ’cause all that we got is trust
You got friends, they don’t fuck with me like that
So in return I don’t fuck with ’em right back
I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two
But I’m only fuckin’ you, what you goin’ through?
Now you mad, textin’ in all caps
Like I just didn’t put my kids on your back

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, I
You don’t trust no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m so gone off your love, I’m so gone
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (aw yeah)
I’m so gone off your love and you know
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (I’m so gone)
I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh)
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Out the park when the first batter up
I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let’s go, ayy)
I wanna see your boobs [?] some [?]
Black diamonds in your chain, you a [?]
Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin’
Ain’t a thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin
Workin’, 800 in a bag, you ain’t worth it
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin’? (She workin’)
No climax from your man? He ain’t worth it
Hundred racks on purses, she’s mine

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Jeremih]
Hell yes
Her body talkin’ to a nigga, say less
I’m fuckin’ up her weave, need a hair net
I’ma put your body on bed rest
Late nights, took her out to Maestro’s
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
You know how to love it when I ask though
Make a nigga feel good that it’s the last stroke

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The Game – Oh I Lyrics

[Intro]
Bongo by the way

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
Oh, my
You don’t trust no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: The Game]
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
She said I got a reputation, I’m that nigga though
She tryna play hard to get, but I’ma get it though
She say she ain’t that type of girl, she sendin’ pictures though
She get naked on the Snap ’cause it disappear
I seen that pussy for a sec’ and I said, “Bring it here”
See the way that I’ma fuck you, you ain’t ever did
I’ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain’t ever scared
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
I’m hopin’ you there ’cause all that we got is trust
You got friends, they don’t fuck with me like that
So in return I don’t fuck with ’em right back
I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two
But I’m only fuckin’ you, what you goin’ through?
Now you mad, textin’ in all caps
Like I just didn’t put my kids on your back

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, I
You don’t trust no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m so gone off your love, I’m so gone
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (aw yeah)
I’m so gone off your love and you know
I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (I’m so gone)
I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh)
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Out the park when the first batter up
I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let’s go, ayy)
I wanna see your boobs [?] some [?]
Black diamonds in your chain, you a [?]
Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin’
Ain’t a thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin
Workin’, 800 in a bag, you ain’t worth it
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin’? (She workin’)
No climax from your man? He ain’t worth it
Hundred racks on purses, she’s mine

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Jeremih]
Hell yes
Her body talkin’ to a nigga, say less
I’m fuckin’ up her weave, need a hair net
I’ma put your body on bed rest
Late nights, took her out to Maestro’s
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
You know how to love it when I ask though
Make a nigga feel good that it’s the last stroke

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn]
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh, my
You don’t want no one else
The way you do it, baby
It’s drivin’ me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah