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The Weeknd – Heartless (Vapor Wave Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: The Weeknd]
Heartless
I lost my heart and my mind
I try to always do right
I thought I lost you this time
You just came back in my life
You never gave up on me (Why don’t you?)
I’ll never know what you see (Why won’t you?)
I don’t do well when alone (Ooh, yeah)
You hear it clear in my

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Never need a bitch, I’m what a bitch need (Bitch need)
Tryna find the one that can fix me
I’ve been dodgin’ death in the six-speed
Amphetamine got my stummy feelin’ sickly
Yeah, I want it all now
I’ve been runnin’ through the pussy, need a dog pound
Hundred models gettin’ faded in the compound
Tryna love me, but they never get a pulse down

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Why? ‘Cause I’m heartless
And I’m back to my ways ’cause I’m heartless
All this money and this pain got me heartless
Low life for life ’cause I’m heartless
Said I’m heartless
Tryna be a better man, but I’m heartless
Never be a wedding plan for the heartless
Low life for life ’cause I’m heartless

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
She got me confused, I swear she got me mixed up (Woah)
I don’t need you, girl, so I don’t care if I slip up
Yes, I swear I’m heartless, more life, hold my wrist up
She rob me for my love, I feel like this a stick-up (Freeze)
Yeah, it’s Lil Uzi from the 16
Grade-A bank account, you know I’m with the A-team
Went up in my level, don’t know why they hate me
I knew I was gonna be this way since eighteen
I heard she got that water, I’m tryna be waist-deep
I make her beg for it, make that girl wan’ say please
Yes, I’m heartless, I get chilly in this Chrome fleece
I put emeralds in my Rollie, they don’t even make these (Woah)

Uncle Murda – Don’t Talk About It Lyrics

[Intro]
D-C-O. Don’t come outside, volume one
G-M-G-A-T-M it’s the unit
Reefa on the beat, whoa

[Verse]
All that cocaine residue I left up in the pot got my shawty flippin’
She was tryin’ to cook mashed potatoes for me for dinner with some fried chicken (sorry)
I ain’t get to do the dishes after I cooked up, I was in a rush
I told her clean it up for me, she ain’t got to cook, order Pizza Hut (doorbell hold me down)
Still gamblin’ with my freedom, I ain’t all the way out the mud yet (nope)
My little brother be around bloods, I’m surprised he ain’t turn blood yet (soowoop)
Cops killin’ niggas, niggas killin’ niggas, but we ain’t gettin’ judged equal (DA)
They the ones that got badges on ‘em, they supposed to protect and serve the people (yeah right)
OGs tell me drop out like, “What the f**k a teacher gon’ teach you?” (they right)
Seen fiends tear their arm up looking for a vein to stick it with the needle (damn)
Commissary for my niggas in the feds while a Jewish lawyer fight the case
Killed a nigga, his man got away, he ran so fast he ain’t see my face (pww)
Caught a body and I rapped ‘bout it, I ain’t say his name but I rapped ‘bout it (1,2 1,2)
To me it’s funny, but my mans that I caught the body with don’t be laughing ‘bout it (ha ha ha)
Hundred bands worth of jewelry on, just to stunt on niggas with no destination (whoa)
I don’t trust bitches that be like, “What you doing daddy? Text me your location.” (huh?)
Stash box in the Cadillac, I can fit about five Dracos in it
A body dropped in my hood and police tried to get niggas to say I did it (I ain’t do that one)
Back then when I fought a case I used to have to pay my lawyer in the stormers
He don’t care what they found in the crib, motherf**kas ain’t have no warrants (no)
Beat the case, beat another case, walking out the courtroom diddy boppin’ (ooouuu)
Had a nickname for my lawyer, used to call him the Jewish Johnnie Cochran
Get me home, keep me out of jail ‘cuz he know he gon’ keep gettin’ checks (ooouuu)
Hold up, nigga, wait a minute, I ain’t finished yet like Nicki’s ex (ooouuu)
Meek Mill voice on the intro, listen little niggas, I’m on fire
Hands down, homie, I did records with 50, JAY Z and Mariah (I’m just sayin’)
I’m the underrated, underdog, but I promise you, my time comin’
50 gave me a bag of money and I ain’t even have to sign nothin’ (whoa)
Everybody have money to they ear, awww man, Jay throwin’ shade (let’s go Hov)
Niggas dying for a hood they mother payin’ rent and tryna’ get the rent paid
Daddy left when the baby came (damn), left mommy all alone to struggle
My credit good and I’m throwing money in the club, I ain’t knockin’ bitches hustle
On the low, that’s what Jay did, well that ain’t even on the low
Probably ain’t even know he did that, now he did if he ain’t know
Tell him [?] to my crime partner that’s what Jay shouted out (whoa)
Even Rolling Stone wrote an article, say that’s what he was talkin’ ‘bout
Little niggas ain’t bumbin’ Jay, 4:44 went over they head
Niggas rather Lil’ Uzi, push me to the edge all my friends are dead instead (serious?!)
They don’t know what real rap ‘bout, I’m off this, Power back out
Jamie St. Patrick was locked up, beat the case, now he back out (he ain’t rat)
Watchin’ it with my lady, maybe it’s cuz I ain’t smoke yet
Call 50 like, “Yo, why you ain’t let Kanan kill Ghost yet?” (yo, Fif)
Niggas don’t want no beef with us, they freeze up when the squeeze at us
Niggas shooting in the air, you tryin’ to hit me, or you tryin’ to shoot Jesus up (hallelujah)
Real niggas out here stravin’, while the weirdos gettin’ fat (ooouuu)
Got to question a niggas character when you see him hangin’ ‘round a rat (ooouuu)
Niggas be like I know who did it, that’s how the police know who did it (ooouuu)
If everybody keep they mouth shut, watch how fast the case get acquitted

[Outro]
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
f**k shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
f**k shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)

Mir Fontane – Blue Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Last night was my last night with you
There’s way more than life than getting high with you
Used to think I’d die if you wasn’t my boo
But my heart turned blue and my bills did too
I’ve got all this ice on me
Married to the game they throwing rice on me
Gotta live for the ones who bet they life on me
When I stopped going to church, got Jesus Christ on me

[Verse 1:]
Bitch, I come from the side
And I wear it like a throwback
I got you a gift, it’s a L and you can hold that
I’m a project baby, project baby like I’m Kodak
Dance with the devil and you’ll never get ya soul back
Ain’t nobody tell me that the devil wearing Gucci
All her friends are dead, her favorite rapper Lil Uzi
All she wanna do is just use and abuse me
Bitch I’m doing good and I was left off Bad And Boujee
Bitches love to lie and pretend that they love us
Take a ride with me, I’ll show you where you got me f**ked up
Feel like Jason Kidd nigga, how he got the Bucks up
Got so much Rhymes, I should share the name with Busta
I don’t f**k with you, tell the truth, I don’t trust ya
Just headbutt a building and please forget my number
Heard you out here plottin’, I looked at you as a brother
Had to get the bag, had to take over the summer
You know when that liquor get into me, I be swervin’
Call my lil’ baby and lay-up like Kyrie Irving
Ask me what’s my next move, I just say I’m workin’
Know them niggas lurking, got the pistol to my curtain
I care too much when I’m sober
This $ide done made me colder
These streets like the end of October
Better run if he reach under his shoulder
You still in the city lookin’ for a cash-out
Heard every week and you drunk and show ya ass out
Shawty got a sugar daddy, still live at her Dad’s house
If you got them bands out, she out there with her hands out

[Chorus:]
Last night was my last night with you
There’s way more than life than getting high with you
Used to think I’d die if you wasn’t my boo
But my heart turned blue and my bills did too
I’ve got all this ice on me
Married to the game they throwing rice on me
Gotta live for the ones who bet they life on me
When I stopped going to church, got Jesus Christ on me

Lil Tjay – Go In Lyrics

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[Intro]
JD On Tha Track

[Chorus]
Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain’t ain’t never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain’t been broke in a min’
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that’s how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin’ a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

[Verse 1]
Everybody grind, everybody eat
I been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors, it’s a two-seat
JT finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We’ll spin a nigga block only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet
Remy Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin’ Gucci
And the good die young, said Poochie
Walk around with two chops, Lil Ducie
Outta town, finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain’t woopty
Had your main bitch eat, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writin’ bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin’ blocks in a stoley
Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey
I done seen a good kid startin’ OD
I done seen bro die front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit, pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain’t never moved guns through the Greyhound
You ain’t never gon’ spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole every day, we don’t play ’round
Backpack got a stash, it’s a spray ground
I remember tryna jugg out the playground
In the stu’ goin’ hard every day now, no, no

[Chorus]
Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain’t ain’t never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain’t been broke in a min’
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that’s how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin’ a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

[Verse 2]
I hope my mother forgive, shit that I did, she ain’t expect from a kid
It’s just the way that it is, stick to your biz ‘fore you start runnin’ your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send ’em lurkin’, they finna get you by noon
You could get swept like a broom, heaven got room, you finna go up there soon
What you assume?
Had to eat, I ain’t start with no spoon
Feel like brother just got me in tune
Now I’m finna shoot off to the moon
Numbers goin’ like Sonic, they zoom
Bitches fiendin’ to give up they coo’
Made a milli’, so long from a goo
I’ma have me a billion soon, nah, nah
I’ma reach for the stars
Ice gon’ cop me a new Audemar
Had to let go like five at the bar
Told the dealership upgrade my car
I be the man, two milli’ plus on the ‘Gram, learn what you don’t understand
You just a fan, soon as you saw me, you ran, bro caught a hit off the Xan’
Boy, I’ma blam, that’s what you don’t understand, no, we ain’t finna throw hands, no, no
Nigga tryna steal my shine
I’ma clap ‘fore you try to take mine (No, no, no, no)
Lately I been on my grind, for a fact, we gon’ all be fine (No, no, no, no)
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact, I don’t pay ’em no mind

[Chorus]
Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain’t ain’t never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain’t been broke in a min’
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that’s how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin’ a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

Lil Uzi Vert – Cutting My Wrists [DUPLICATE PAGE] Lyrics

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[Intro]
Southside
Southside, Southside
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (What)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside)
Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Gang)

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (My wrist)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Let’s go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let’s go)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (Pics)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (No)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (I flex)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (Ugh)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (Fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Ugh)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Shoot)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)

[Verse 1]
I got diamonds on my hand (My hand)
I got diamonds on my rims (Rims)
I got diamonds on my friends (Friends)
Look, the storm, it just began (Began)
Uh, Dior my suit, uh
I just wan’ get all the loot, uh (The loot)
Fuckin’ your bitches, recruit, uh (Recruit)
I’m make it do what it do, uh
Told her get loose to get Loubs (Yeah)
When they get loose like a noose (Yeah)
Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke)
Get on my lap, but that pussy for crew (Let’s get it)
Elephants all in a room, uh
Horton gon’, um, Hear Who, uh (What)
I put my dick in your boo, uh
She is no longer your boo, uh
22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi)
Nike sign, that just say swoosh, uh
Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move)
You not my baby, get Ruth’d, uh
Wait, where is the blue?
Pop that lil’ pill and I start seein’ clues (Uh)
Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh
My nigga makin’ the news (Yeah)
Base him on that block, say zoot it (Uh)
Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup)
I had to rake up the loot
350,000 on my jewels (My jewels)
That’s the shit I got on now
Back then, they ain’t let me fuck, well, how ’bout now? (How ’bout now)
If I’m a dog, lil’ bitch, you is a hound
We buyin’ Verbs in the ‘vert, no, not now (Let’s go)
I’m the firstest nigga out
Pull up so fresh that they puttin’ in lost and found, uh, bitches wanna link and found ’em
‘Cause these niggas always, they stealin’ my style (Uh)

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (Bad bitch)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Ya bih)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch)
I had to go up in my list (In my list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (Pics)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (No way)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (My wrist)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (They sick)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (My fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (I try ’em)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Shoot)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah, bah)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)

[Verse 2]
First crib, it was apartment (Uh)
I used to chill in the ‘ment (The ‘ment)
Everything happened was meant (Was meant)
Bitches breath stink, need a mint (Let’s get it)
Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay)
I just have paid they lil’ rent
Reversin’ the backend, lil’ bitch
That would happen when a nigga get rich (What)
No, I do not smoke no hemp, uh (No hemp)
Yeah, I just walk with a limp, uh (A limp)
I’m the GOAT sitting, the pimp
C on my glasses so I see the ‘lent, uh (Let’s go)
Dip, slide in the Bent’
Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt)
Don’t want that bitch, she not a ten
I cannot fuck if she didn’t bring a friend (Hoe)
She getting mad, put dick in her friend
Not talkin’ no haircut, but I get the trim
She a redbone and she fixin’ the brims (Okay)
Everytime we in there, it gets intense
She a lil’ crazy but she is a gem
I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines
My niggas run up with me on that bitch
I met that girl when I was out on Essex
You know I get fly like I’m on The Jetsons (Phew, phew, phew)
So you know I gotta keep the protection
I put the section inside of my section
No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No)
Going too hard, no, I am not resting
Do not follow that like that, that is the Xs
Two of your checks look just like my backend
Hit from the back, but no, no, I can’t back it
All of my niggas, they monkeys, gorillas
All of my niggas, they move with bananas (Woah)
I got a hunnid round right in a fan
My boy just put up four up in a Phantom
No, I do not drink the lean, that’s the answer
Poppin’ the Perky, wake up, and what happened (What happened)
Fuckin’ this bitch in the ass, I’ma smack it
Hit her so hard that that shit still was clappin’

[Verse 3]
Top of the morning, first thing I said to that lame nigga shit was that he was so corny
But I’m not worried about that cause that bitch look so good that that shit still gon’ make me horny
No, not no school but your bitch, she be boring
Ride on a plane ’cause Lil Uzi be tourin’
She told me she wanna go for abroad but I would not do that ’cause she gave me oral (Hahaha)
Keepin’ the cauldron, my new name is Squidward ’cause Lil Uzi, he underwater like coral
That fuck nigga, yeah, he gon’ move like a girl, my niggas still movin’ them choppas and squirrels
No oyster my plate and no clam on my plate, but Chanel on my neck and it made out of pearl (Ayy)
I got my girl a lil’ ice cream and she like mixed chocolate-vanilla and made that shit swirl (Swirl)
Okay, your girl, she better than his but I swear your girl’s not better than swirl (Swirl)
She got blue eyes with Sandy brown hair and that lil’ bitch ass is big as the world (World)
Lil Vert, Lil Vert, Lil Vert like Addy
Come on, lil’ baby, I know that you ready
Chop that boy up, treat him like spaghetti
It’s a surprise so that shit with confetti
Got a girl, last name Voorhees, and she gonna move with machete
Smoking 3 grams but them shit not no Teddy
Big body of water, my neck with a levee (Let’s go, let’s go)
Keep my, brand new, foreign steady
Please don’t drive my shit like a Chevy
Pull up Claireport with a all black Jetty (Skrrt)
Pull up the car on a all black heli’
If I get booked, they don’t have no celly
That’s ’cause I made 10 M’s off the deli
She only made 3 racks off of jelly (Uh)

[Verse 4]
No, you can’t talk like that, you not a member (No)
I get my nuggets, no Denver (No Denver)
Fur on my neck, no chinchilla (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
No, I can’t sit in the middle (Brr)
‘Cause I’m not, um, sentimental
Getting money, flexin’ real hard but that car you got is a rental
Is you a spy, nigga, tell me who sent you
Got a old bitch, I love doing the dishes
Got a old bitch, I like giving the pinches (Let’s go)
Got a old bitch, they be sucking my dick and everytime she do it, she take out her dentures (Haha)
Diamonds my mouth so it’s diamonds my sentence
I got this floss and that’s right from my dentist
I stayed at the Ritz and you stayed at the Hilton
I’m dunkin’ your bitch so I had to Shawn Kemp it (Let’s go)
The .40, the Glock, got the Smith and the Wesson my hip
I know I told you I don’t drink the lean but I might sip it
This shit was destined, this shit was written (Yeah)
These niggas not with the hittin’ (Yeah)
She wanna fuck, she can get it, uh
First, you gotta do an audition, uh
And you gotta bring an addition, uh
He try to swing on me, I slip it, uh
Knock that boy out he a chicken (Bitch)
You really not real and you talk ’bout your own people so you better stay your distance (What)
I’m ballin’ on you like the Pistons (Mhm)
Uh, blow that bitch out like a piston (Uh)
Uh, I’m the only chef in my kitchen (Uh)
Uh, so I guess I better get that whippin’, yeah
Yeah, random hoes don’t pick it, uh
That’s how I do my stickin’, yeah
Don’t know where she been, can’t lick it
Only hit it once, don’t miss it (Uh)
Make her pop her top like I’m mystic (Uh)
Raf on my jeans, shoes Rick-Rick (Yeah)
These niggas out here, they really be trippin’
And I’m off the ‘shrooms, I be doin’ the same

[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin’ my wrist (My wrist)
Same color, it cuttin’ a brick (Let’s go)
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let’s go)
I had to go up in my list (My list)
No, no, I don’t take no pics (I don’t)
No, I can’t stick for a lick (I’m sorry)
I’m flexin’, it’s all in my wrist (My wrist)
I’m makin’ these lil’ niggas sick (Let’s go)
Water, that’s all on my hand (My hand)
I’m good but she lovin’ my fist (My fist)
I gotta get bitch that is rich (Let’s go)
‘Cause that’ll make any bitch lit (He lit)
Yeah, if you gon’ shoot, uh (Let’s go)
Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Shoot)
My new whip is bulletproof (‘Proof)
I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth)

[Outro]
I got diamonds on my tooth
I got diamonds on my tooth
Diamonds on my Gucci boots (Yeah)
Diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)
I got diamonds on my tooth (Let’s go)
Yeah, Lil Uzi
Let’s go

Yo Gotti – Pose Lyrics

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[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Photo shoot, yeah
Flash, flash, flash, flash

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet
Shit ain’t verified, like my check
Hold up, pose (Yeah)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose, pose, pose, it’s a photo shoot (Yeah, I am I am, I am I am)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Dope boy, I’m on Polaroid
Photo’s make me paranoid
Bitch open up her camera phone (Hold on hold on)
This that shit I be tryna avoid (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain’t tryna make no blog with you (Blog with you)
Hoe, I ain’t walkin’ to the mall with you (Aye not me)
Took her out on the radio
I should take a picture, you got the log with you
Sendin’ me pictures and they X rated (X rated)
Word on the street that my ex hate it (Ex hate it)
You doin’ lame shit and I’m irritated (Fuck nigga)
I don’t do no fuck shit, I’m a haters baby (Yum)
She wanna eat the dick on camera (Camera)
Pussy bald head, like Amber (Rose)
[?]this a camel toe, photo shoot

[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check (Yuh)
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet (What)
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet (Yuh)
Shit ain’t verified, like my check (Let’s go)
Hold up, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, Lil Uzi

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fucked that bitch try fee on it
Uh-uh, best put the free on it (Yeah)
If it’s ’bout money, then we on it (Whoa)
Water on my neck, you could ski on it (Oh)
You can’t unthaw these diamonds, put the heat on it (What)
I was layin’ on my bed while she dreamed on it (Yeah)
Man, I touched that thing back, put my knee on it (Yeah)
Man, my shoes was too fresh with my feet on it (Whoa!)
Went to the jeweler, top of the morning
24 hours, then I was sorted (Let’s go)
You was not locked up, you was in holding
I know some niggas got life and they posin’
All in they picture, she know I’m richer
Yeah that her nigga, look at my wrist-er
Heard you flew sicker, I do not miss her
She not enough, I need her friend
I feel like Trisha, totaled my car
I cannot fix her, she pose for the pic (Skrt)
Make the bitch lick it, I got a lamb
I got a fist, she ride of my dick like it’s a RipStik
Smack on her bottom like that shit a mystic (Yeah)
I’m 30 M’s in, still in the trenches
I went to the dentist cause I’m a menace
Fucked the old cougar just for her pension

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose (Whoa)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, hold up, pose (Yeah)

Lil Uzi Vert – Sticky Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
That sound like um
My-my-my-my-my UFO when it lands yeah
Lil Uzi, huh, yeah, huh
Lil Uzi, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right

[Verse 1]
My diamonds don’t need no light (No light)
Them bitches shinin’ at night (Oh yeah)
Pull up lambo more 4 pipes (Skrr)
My young nigga totin’ them pipes (Boom)
She gave me that head like it lice (Yeah)
But that girl I swear she so sheisty (Sheisty)
Like everything she said “I like” (Oh yeah)
So everything really not nice

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
‘Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped the Cosmo and the Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin’ in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can’t fuck her, she ain’t sticky (She ain’t sticky)
Doin’ well, got a proud family, bitch I’m sticky (Bitch I’m sticky)
I’m the captain, so I’m never sayin’ “Pick me” (No way)

[Verse 2]
Suck all my dick, better keep that shit clean (Better keep it clean)
I play with her clit, I made that bitch cream
After we were done, she told me she got big dreams (Oh what?)
Asked me for some hundreds, she said she need 16
I told her talk with her eyes
I told her walk with her tongue, I can’t walk with my feet (I can’t)
‘Cause I pay 3k just right for my sneaks, drive bentley truck but no jeep (Damn)
My Bentley don’t come with keys
Your Jeep, it came with the keys (Yeah)
You know that I had to leave, you know I’m only a tease (Bye, bye)
Yeah, get the cake, switchin’ states (What?)
Bitch I’m baked (Bitch I’m baked), in a Wraith (In a Wraith)
Don’t eat steak (Don’t eat steak), shrimp my plate (Shrimp my plate)
My bitch from space, get that Creme Brulee
Stack it, put it in a safe
Diamonds in my watch, the reason why I’m late
Basically what I’m sayin’ “I flood the face”
Get paid to be late, I got expensive taste

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
‘Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped the Cosmo and the Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin’ in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can’t fuck her, she ain’t sticky (She ain’t sticky)
Doin’ well, got a proud family, bitch I’m sticky (Bitch I’m sticky)
I’m the captain, so I’m never sayin’ “Pick me” (No way)
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
‘Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped the Cosmo and the Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin’ in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can’t fuck her, she ain’t sticky (She ain’t sticky)
Doin’ well, got a proud family, bitch I’m sticky (Bitch I’m sticky)
I’m the captain, so I’m never sayin’ “Pick me” (No way)

[Verse 3]
Black diamonds on my neck, they got pigment
Kiss me, kiss me, made girl ride my dick like a 10 speed
If she leave, I know she gon back that girl a frisbee
Look you can’t make me mad, you can’t make me sad
This a rollie, can’t tick me (Bow, bow)
This is V12, you can’t get me (You can’t catch me)
These nigga mad, well hit me
All of the hate shit, yeah miss me (Yeah, yeah)
Wich one? Which one? Wich one?
I don’t know lil’ bitch, lets see (Yeah, yeah)
Might pull out that Lambo, the hellcat, the viper, now back to the Bentley (Yeah, skrr)

[Chorus]
Pants they Sacai, my shoes they be Ricky (They be Ricky)
‘Member she once dissed me, now she wanna lick me (Wanna lick me)
Popped the Cosmo and the Wanda, I see Vicky (I see Vicky)
Lookin’ in that mirror, man that shit is trippy (Shit is trippy)
Same nigga, hundred thousand in my Dickies (Yeah)
Hunnids crispy, I can’t fuck her, she ain’t sticky (She ain’t sticky)
Doin’ well, got a proud family, bitch I’m sticky (Bitch I’m sticky)
I’m the captain, so I’m never sayin’ “Pick me” (No way)

Lil Uzi Vert – New Patek Lyrics

Azlyrics

Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Aight, I’m ready

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink
You a bad bitch, then we can link
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh-uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great”

Ok, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller me proud of my wrist (wrist)
My shooters gon’ shoot, can’t miss
My shooter got .30 on his hip
Yeah I need my fix
Was that a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil girl don’t trip
Cool blood, but my money crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can’t take no pic, no flick (no cap)
Fuck that bitch in my new whip (skrr)
Her ass so fat, can’t fit
Her ass so fat, it’s amazing (amazing)
Her ass so fat, it’s a miracle (miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I’m the same nigga bustin’ their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling O’s, no cheerios
I don’t wake up in the morning for cereal
Flip the brick make the whole shit do a aerial
Bang the shit out and make the hoes sing Ariel
Silencers so they really can not hear me though
Killing these beats, Lil Uzi a serial
Clean up the body, prepare for the burial
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
I got the swag, probably I’ma finish you
I am a octopus, I cannot breath without water
So I put diamonds on my tentacles
How is you stoppin’ us, they is not toppin’ us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil’ boy, if it’s beef I get to choppin’ shit up like it’s prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain white gold your shit look like copper bruh
MCM yeah that shit made of ostrich bruh
But I don’t wear that, give that to my hoes
Yeah, I swear that lil’ nigga my clone
I had to do this shit all on my own
Yeah, slime shit, lil’ baby, put diamonds in my nose

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip
That jeweler made part of my wrist

Franck Muller made part of my wrist
Franck Muller made part of my wrist
New Rollie made a part of my wrist
AP made part of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a millie down sellin’ my bank

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the fuck she know my name
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the bitch, “eat me cock”
Motorcycle days, bitch, young jock
That’s what I call her, she all on my top
Rapstar or do he sell rock?
He got files so he beatin’ the trial
Couple racks, let them niggas run wild
Super filthy, man, they livin’ so foul
I got some real niggas that is locked up
Tryna shade the bar just for the foul
All my bitches want me to take a foul
Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns
He get money, then I had to say “how?”
New rug, and it’s made out of wolf
New rabbit, yeah, I use as a towel
Lil’ bitch, yeah I run through the city
Different spots in it just like a cow
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout a mansion, no house
Yeah, my closet, yeah, that shit got a house
Four years, I ain’t even see a mouse
Please stop talking, bitch, put dick in your mouth
We get money, what the fuck is a drought?
Makin’ rain ’cause I’m up in the clouds
Had to tell that lil’ bitch, get from around
‘Cause that little bitch be fuckin’ with clowns

Let’s go, let’s go, had to tell that lil bitch, yeah let’s go
Yeah, that lil nigga stole my swag, and he’s tryna steal my flow
I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone
I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go
I put hundreds in my safe (ayy)
I throw twenties in her face
I put the M in a J (ayy)
I got a bae in the bay (ayy)
I fucked on that nigga little bitch that’s the reason he tryna’ say that I’m gay (ayy)
Way more coochie the kid slay (ayy)
I sell a mil in a day (ayy)
All of my bitches they grade A
I do not get it in Canada, but when I’m in Toronto they treat me like Drake
This a light jet, this a flight day
Had that lil’ bitch, that’s on Myspace
I can feel this shit in my veins
Look at my neck, that’s an ice tray
Come on tell me, what you sayin’
(what you sayin’, what you sayin’, what you sayin’)

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
(Oh yeah)

Franck Muller made part of my wrist
Franck Muller made part of my wrist
New Rollie made part of my wrist
AP made a part of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a millie down sellin’ my bank

New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger ring sit like a sink
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the fuck she know my name
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the bitch, “eat me cock”

Yeah, that’s it

Lil Uzi Vert – Introvert Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Uhh, uh
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank
Walkin’ around with a bank

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ my money, I’m countin’ this paper
You fuck with me, 223 bullet in chamber
I promise you, leave your girl ’round me, I’ll take her
She didn’t wanna lick her Lil Uzi, now had taste it
Faded I put down my dough, I don’t really be chasin’
LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers
Baby, that [?] really wanna see you shake it
Swerve in the coupe and I’m countin’ that money, no charts
She said, “Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist”
She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion
I’m drivin’ up in the Rolls Royce
I’m countin’ money when I’m bored
Stop countin’ money ’cause that’s what I do when I’m bored
If you really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point?
I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, and [?] feel like I’m Floyd

[Interlude]
Uh, uhh, uhh
[Japanese clip plays]
Uh, uhh, uhh

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

[Bridge]
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Yeah, ohh, yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m off the Xan’, she off Roc’
Trunk in the front of my car
I met the slut at the bar
I fucked the slut at the bar
Strummin’ that pussy guitar
Smashin’ that bih’ like a tar
Shots on your bitch like JR
But in my wallet, Goyard
Raf Simmons steppin’ on ya
Margielas steppin’ on ya
Rick Owens steppin’ on ya
All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark
I am not regular, baby girl, you are the star
I am ballin’ like I am Derrick Rose
I be ballin’ like I miss Amber Rose
Luv is Rage, jump in a crowd at my shows

[Chorus]
Didn’t trust broad from the beginning
Don’t fuck with none of these women
I done fucked all of these women
If the pussy ain’t wet, then I’m just leavin’
Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin’
Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin’
Lime and the coconut lean when I’m sippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’
Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I’m whippin’

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – What You Know lyrics

Azlyrics

(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck niggas keep fakin’, you keep hatin’ with your bitch ass
I’ma count these hundreds while I’m smackin’ on your bitch ass
All hunnids they blue, ooh, stuntin’ with my rich ass
My Rollie never tickin’ and my boys they all are hitmen
Stay drippin’ this swag, VVS that’s what I’m drippin’
Rari yeah I’m dippin’
You can’t see up in my whip ’cause all my windows tinted
Got your little bitch all up in it
No this not a rented, it say 200 the limit
Bitch I went 205, you get money that’s a lie, uh
Cartier diamond on my eye, talk too slick get fired, uh
I put that right on my guys, pull up, oh my God, yeah
Only hit that little bitch twice, put that on my life, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi ’cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Covered in Givenchy
Chains on me not rented
Ain’t no cap, not kill
Lately, I been trendin’
Straight out the north, I got racks in the boat
I came from rags to riches(straight out that ?)
I live what I talk and you know that I’m with it
You little niggas know I ain’t kiddin’
Brand new white coat (mink coat), all white tiger no snow(no snow)
Ice on my neck and it’s froze(and it’s froze)
I got 20 more chains than a hoe(hoe)
No relations I ain’t trustin’ these hoes(no, no)
‘less I fuck on her then she could go(she could go)
What’s wrong with me, don’t know(don’t know)
Open a pint then I pour me a 4
I called the bank and ordered me a hunnid bands
These hoes be irkin’ all that fake shit I can’t stand
New niggas hatin’ on the low they really fans
I want the ‘Rari but I really want the Lamb

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, yeah I’m too official
On the real, when you was gone, you probably thought I missed you
If you ever cry use, these hundreds as a tissue
So basically what I’m saying money is the main issue
Diamonds on my hand, I’ma count these bands
I don’t want that little bitch, she got a man
New house got land, blue rubberbands
Yeah my diamonds, they be water like a dam

NAV – Freshman List lyrics

Azlyrics

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 1]
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
Ammunition, I got plenty
I squeezed it till it’s empty
My haters, they resent me
Never checking what they send me
Don’t touch me, I ain’t friendly
I’m driving foreigns, I ain’t renting
Your career is stuck on pending
The corner what I’m bending
You’re thinking about lending
My money I ain’t sending
You can’t get a penny
You wanna see me fail because I’m balling
You a fake and we ain’t got nothing in common
You didn’t pick up when you saw me calling
So you wouldn’t catch me if you saw me falling
Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know
Don’t try to come around me if you wasn’t here before
You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 2]
I’m rolling off a bean and I’m stoned
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
My teachers used to call my momma on the phone
I failed in all my classes, hated going home
Got-Got a lot of problems that I handle on my own
Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home
And now when I come home, I’m fucking every bitch I know
I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone
I feeling in my zone, I took two 30’s to the dome
I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone
I’m balling, you can’t stand it how I keep you on your toes
No motion picture money rewinds in my video
When I’m in my city, I feel like I’m Rambo
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I don’t know
But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambos

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

Playboi Carti – ++* Love Hurts **+ (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Woah, woah, woah, slatt

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Walk in that bitch with my toolie, walk in that bitch with Lil Uzi
These bitches they bitin’ they lip, they chosin’, lookin’ like groupies
Fuckin’ that bitch in my coupe, okay
Fuckin’ that bitch in the lot, fucking that bitch in the spot (ooh)
Uh, polka dot, all of these hoes, they mine (ooh)
All of this jewelry, it mine (ooh), all of these bitches, they mine
Feel like Big Sean, yeah, ooh, feel like a don, yeah, ooh
Fuckin’ this bitch, I swear she be lying (what, what?)
White on rice, diamonds ice, came through with the ice
I’m Lil Boat with the Sprite (Lil Boat)
Dynamite, she gon’ blow tonight (Carti)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
All of these flows is mine, all of these hoes is mine
Shawty want a rockstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar, La Flame
Out there spendin’ it loosely, bigger the diamonds, I’m juicy
Fuck with the jeans, it’s Gucci, I been out livin’ unruly
Yuh, board the jet, all of the hoes is wet
Yuh, private flex, never dip on the set
Drank, don’t do wine, got two hoes in a bind, yuh
Ass on rewind, put the cash on her spine, yuh
Fill me up, double cup, yuh, okay, shawty know what’s up
Shawty want a rockstar, shawty want a rockstar, okay
Shawty want a rockstar, okay, okay, shawty know what’s up

Kap G – Marvelous Day (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Kap G]
Came a long way (oh)
Pull out that Wraith
Niggas gon’ hate
Marvelous day
Gunna with me, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 1: Kap G]
You say you a shooter, you ain’t
I ride around with that thing
John Wick with that aim
I’m drinkin’ drank for the pain
I’m with Gunna and he rollin’
Uzi got on Rick Owens
All this gas like I growed it
She on the poll like we voted
I just see Cannon pull up in that panamera
Got sauce like marinara
Bitch, I’m Kap G, dinero
Uh, all that Gucci apparel (Kap G)
All that Louis apparel (Kap G)
Free J, no free Gerald
Yeah, they ain’t never tell, though

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert]
Let her drip in Chanel and Balmain
They keep sayin’ I’m ahead of the game
My auntie like the smell of cocaine
I’ma pray, she get better with age
Hear the gun when I walk on the stage
Had to walk out and wait for a chain
‘Bout to put some more ice on the ring
I’ma fuck her and love her with rage
I’ma love her and fuck her with rage
Hit it once and pull off in a Range
Hit it once so I don’t know your name
Put me all in my chain like a stain
Crib got unlimited space
Backyard, it look like vacay
Hundred fifty ’round me dying today
Now she gon’ do what I say
Lil Uzi gon’ make it rain
Gunna, he gon’ make it rain, yeah
Kap, he pull up in a tank, yeah
Movin’ that bitch like a Brinks
My new lil bitch, yeah, she Cuban
Give me that neck, we gon’ link
YSL, that be the team
All the way ’til I’m gray

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 3: Gunna & Kap G]
Gotta keep me a pint and stay sane
I’ma drip all the way to the bank
Thought I told you, that some of them lame
Yeah that, Kap G, my nigga, my mane
See done turned up a whole ‘nother lane
We gon’ count us a check, ease the pain
I said Kap we can’t play no more games
We gon’ chop down your block with the gang
I used to have to ride a train
Spent twenty on a chain
Pussy boy, why you hatin’?
I ain’t never been a lame
I used to listen to Wayne (Young Money)
You think I ain’t peepin’ your game
I know you peepin’ my flavor
They wanna be in my place

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

Uncle Murda – Don’t Talk About It

Azlyrics

[Intro]
D-C-O. Don’t come outside, volume one
G-M-G-A-T-M it’s the unit
Reefa on the beat, whoa

[Verse]
All that cocaine residue I left up in the pot got my shawty flippin’
She was tryin’ to cook mashed potatoes for me for dinner with some fried chicken (sorry)
I ain’t get to do the dishes after I cooked up, I was in a rush
I told her clean it up for me, she ain’t got to cook, order Pizza Hut (doorbell hold me down)
Still gamblin’ with my freedom, I ain’t all the way out the mud yet (nope)
My little brother be around bloods, I’m surprised he ain’t turn blood yet (soowoop)
Cops killin’ niggas, niggas killin’ niggas, but we ain’t gettin’ judged equal (DA)
They the ones that got badges on ‘em, they supposed to protect and serve the people (yeah right)
OGs tell me drop out like, “What the fuck a teacher gon’ teach you?” (they right)
Seen fiends tear their arm up looking for a vein to stick it with the needle (damn)
Commissary for my niggas in the feds while a Jewish lawyer fight the case
Killed a nigga, his man got away, he ran so fast he ain’t see my face (pww)
Caught a body and I rapped ‘bout it, I ain’t say his name but I rapped ‘bout it (1,2 1,2)
To me it’s funny, but my mans that I caught the body with don’t be laughing ‘bout it (ha ha ha)
Hundred bands worth of jewelry on, just to stunt on niggas with no destination (whoa)
I don’t trust bitches that be like, “What you doing daddy? Text me your location.” (huh?)
Stash box in the Cadillac, I can fit about five Dracos in it
A body dropped in my hood and police tried to get niggas to say I did it (I ain’t do that one)
Back then when I fought a case I used to have to pay my lawyer in the stormers
He don’t care what they found in the crib, motherfuckas ain’t have no warrants (no)
Beat the case, beat another case, walking out the courtroom diddy boppin’ (ooouuu)
Had a nickname for my lawyer, used to call him the Jewish Johnnie Cochran
Get me home, keep me out of jail ‘cuz he know he gon’ keep gettin’ checks (ooouuu)
Hold up, nigga, wait a minute, I ain’t finished yet like Nicki’s ex (ooouuu)
Meek Mill voice on the intro, listen little niggas, I’m on fire
Hands down, homie, I did records with 50, JAY Z and Mariah (I’m just sayin’)
I’m the underrated, underdog, but I promise you, my time comin’
50 gave me a bag of money and I ain’t even have to sign nothin’ (whoa)
Everybody have money to they ear, awww man, Jay throwin’ shade (let’s go Hov)
Niggas dying for a hood they mother payin’ rent and tryna’ get the rent paid
Daddy left when the baby came (damn), left mommy all alone to struggle
My credit good and I’m throwing money in the club, I ain’t knockin’ bitches hustle
On the low, that’s what Jay did, well that ain’t even on the low
Probably ain’t even know he did that, now he did if he ain’t know
Tell him [?] to my crime partner that’s what Jay shouted out (whoa)
Even Rolling Stone wrote an article, say that’s what he was talkin’ ‘bout
Little niggas ain’t bumbin’ Jay, 4:44 went over they head
Niggas rather Lil’ Uzi, push me to the edge all my friends are dead instead (serious?!)
They don’t know what real rap ‘bout, I’m off this, Power back out
Jamie St. Patrick was locked up, beat the case, now he back out (he ain’t rat)
Watchin’ it with my lady, maybe it’s cuz I ain’t smoke yet
Call 50 like, “Yo, why you ain’t let Kanan kill Ghost yet?” (yo, Fif)
Niggas don’t want no beef with us, they freeze up when the squeeze at us
Niggas shooting in the air, you tryin’ to hit me, or you tryin’ to shoot Jesus up (hallelujah)
Real niggas out here stravin’, while the weirdos gettin’ fat (ooouuu)
Got to question a niggas character when you see him hangin’ ‘round a rat (ooouuu)
Niggas be like I know who did it, that’s how the police know who did it (ooouuu)
If everybody keep they mouth shut, watch how fast the case get acquitted

[Outro]
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Fuck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Fuck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
Gettin’ money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)

Lil Uzi Vert – Skir Skirr Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Lil Uzi
Make that block
[?] make it twerk, Brr
Hello?

[Hook]
Yea
Skir, skir skir, skir
Hit my uhphone
Chirp, chirp, chirp
2 piece of the perc, percs
I can make that block, twerk twerk
Which way, which way, work work
Where the pot, where the pot
Skrr Skrr (aye)
Yea
Skir, skir skir, skir
Hit my phone
Chirp, chirp, chirp chirp (Hello)
2 piece of the perc, percs
I can make that block, twerk twerk
Which way, which way, work work
Where the pot, where the pot
Skir Skirr

[Verse 1]
Chopper, brand new chopper disperse
Bad bitch wet starburst
You know what made it worse?
That’s your girlfriend, then I had her first
Foreign whip, beat traffic, hit the swerve
See a opp, then a nigga on alert
I’m the type nigga that make her work
With the Gucci on this linen shirt
In the hood I was just living dirty
Everyday I had to share the dirty
Had no shoes we had to share a pair
Now my neck shine like a chandelier
Told her that I met my coupe, sit right there
Go to the crib, I’ma hit right there
They throwing shots, but they missing there
Wrist it be cool like a Frigidaire
Cold, ooh so cold
Ooh, heavy coke on the stove
I’m a fool with the pole
So slimy, wipe my nose
Water diamond need a boat
Water diamond need a row
Mix the yellow with white gold
Hit it fast then hit slow

[Hook]
Yea
Skir, skir skir, skir
Hit my phone
Chirp chirp, chirp chirp
2 piece of the perc, percs
I can make that block, twerk twerk
Which way, which way, work work
Where the pot, where the pot
Skir Skirr (aye)
Yea
Skir, skir skir, skir
Hit my phone
Chirp, chirp, chirp chirp (hello)
2 piece of the perc, percs
I can make that block, twerk twerk
Which way, which way, work work
Where the pot, where the pot
Skir Skirr

[Verse 2]
Stop it
Tryna help me, no I got it, stop it
I just made a whole deposit
Told the bitch I’ma profit
Lil nigga but I’m stylin’
Same semi yea its rockin’
Count up carrots and broccoli rockin’ uh
Wish a nigga try to stop me
I smoke gas out a dry leaf
Ain’t no seeds ain’t no papi
Margiela bitch I’m styling
Different color like a Rocky
Got my ring like a hovkey
Pull up with the shottie
Old school Ted Riley
Oh I oh I think they
Yea, Oh I oh I think they like me yeah
Maybe cause my wrist is biting, uh
Maybe cause my chain get hyphy, huh
Put my dick in your wifey uh
Said that shit first verse
Put a nigga in a hearse
Better yet in the dirt
Shooting a 3 like I’m Dirk

[Hook]
Yea
Skir, skir skir, skir
Hit my phone
Chirp, chirp, chirp
2 piece of the perc, percs
I can make that block, twerk twerk
Which way, which way, work work
Where the pot, where the pot
Skir Skirr (aye)
Yea
Skir, skir skir, skir
Hit my phone
Chirp, chirp, chirp chirp (hello)
2 piece of the perc, percs
I can make that block, twerk twerk
Which way, which way, work work
Where the pot, where the pot
Skir Skirr

Dave East – Don’t Try Me (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Dave East and Lil Uzi Vert]
All I know is designer shit
No money, blue hunnids
Yeah, you know
Lil Uzi, yeah you know (What’s crackin’)
Huh, you know we got all the money
All the money nigga (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
[?] that bitch wanna try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Run through the crowd I’m strident
Run that shit back on like two hoes
Yeah I might um get the Heinsmen
I got your girl cause I am a lottery
Why you hating, I’m filling my pockets
Everything I wear, yeah, is so rare
Blinded by my diamonds, yeah
Wrists so glare
Most of ya be fake, so why would I play fair?
Getting money yeah I started styling
Take your girl to the mall started shopping
Overseas yeah we went to an island
She fly free cause I’m platinum medallion
Fly like delta I build up my mileage
Yeah, hold on
She get me brain to build up my knowledge
Not bout the money then change the topic
I got your girl cause I am a lottery
While you hating I’m filling my pockets

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
[?] that bitch wanna try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Run through the crowd I’m strident
Yeah, run that shit back on like two hoes
Yeah my um get the Hiensmen
Yeah, pocket got bands from like two shows
No it can’t fit in my wallet
Yeah rub on your girl and her body
You ain’t gon’ do nothing about it
You was just mad you don’t got it
You is just mad I got it

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
[?] that bitch wanna try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy this
All of my friends they won’t bite this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Dave East]
I dropped a fish in a pack
I drove a Benz out the lap
I got your bitch in the trap
Roll up and split by the caps
I got the grip in my coat
We send your bitch to the store
That foreign, I’m whipping it slow
Make her call my amigo go pick up the coke (Que lo que)
I’m in sex percocet in me
Instagram twitter niggas threaten me
They be jealousy they can’t get next to me
I’m eating Lobster, on Cruise like Penelope
Kodak’s no broccoli I’m on the celery
Goyard all over my luggage I’m jamming
Still pay those xannies I’m gripping
Diamonds on my wrists them bitches is dancing
Pennyline showing them bitches tanning
Tell that little nigga come try me
Pent house suite I don’t stay at no Hyatt
Tell that little bitch I’m a freak
I watch what I eat like I’m on a diet
Your bitch treat me like i’m Trident
I feel like [?] how i’m gliding
Bring out my name and we sliding
Yea I got chicks out of college
I never got no allowance
I wanted Polo and I wanted Prada
Mosqino casinos we doubled our dollars
I feel like Pacchino I’m rolling with mobsters

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

Lil Uzi Vert – Harden Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Hook]:
Lowkey just was started
Now I’m gettin money, I remember I just was starving
Walking in this water like a [?]
I got something for you
Please don’t run up on me
Now my pockets [?]
I feel like I’m Hardy
I’m so used to ballin
You need to award this
Your lil bitch keep callin
Lil Uzi keep stallin
That lil bitch so garbage
That is not a target

[Verse 1]:
New Balenciagas, then I do my step
Brush them haters off, then I gotta flex
All my diamonds [?]
Talking outside of your [?], if it ain’t bout the check
And if you ain’t giving no neck, then I gotta hit next
You ain’t [?] I talk through text
[?] talk to much bitch you talk less
Diamonds in my [?]
Pull up in my whip, I’m not a walking man
Yeah, them bitches they played him
Tell him that I’m coming but I leave out [?]
On her knees, [?], treat her like I’m [?]

[Hook]:
Lowkey just was started
Now I’m gettin money, I remember I just was starving
Walking in this water like a [?]
I got something for you
Please don’t run up on me
Now my pockets [?]
I feel like I’m Hardy
I’m so used to ballin
You need to award this
Your lil bitch keep callin
Lil Uzi keep stallin
That lil bitch so garbage
That is not a target

[Verse 2]:
17 5 with the [?]
Bitch I got her right off 2 cups
Put a 30 shot in my Ruger
No I do not need a shooter
Nowadays I got my own shooter
Aye, look at that, um yeah, wrist froze (huh)
Bad bitch, ass

Lil Uzi Vert – Neon Guts Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Uh huh, yeah
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Admit it, I move like amoeba
I float in the room like I’m reefer
Alien, I’m not your kind of people
Tell a telepathic fam how I read ya
You ain’t got emeralds that’s greener
You ain’t got rich up the sleeve
And I got a Rolls that’s in the Grove, that I ain’t drove
Shit, I don’t know the reason
Andele, andele, arriba
Me and J Balvin on G5
Success is a drug man, and we high
I am mother as a beehive
I got love for you haters
Ain’t you tired of enslavement
Come with us, make some paper
‘Cause you should own what you labor

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, you never stayed in Kailua
I put chanel on my shooter
Flooded my chain and it’s Gucci
I don’t want that girl she moody
I’m basically saying that I’m cooler
Get Dior discounts from my cougar
Back in the six-grade I got them bad grades
I was in love with my tutor
See, musically, Lil Uzi trapping man
Most of you rappers be actors man
Go M.I.A when I find little madison
Stay at the Ritz-Carlton, this not the Radisson
Just took a blue one, ’bout to take the red pill
Purple thoughts in my brain, hope it don’t spill
Stay with a nerd just like Urkel Jaleel
Fresh just like Carlton, I kill em with Will
Big ass “R” on my Smiths
Big ass “R” on my whip
Slip-on shoes, so you won’t trip
Said she kinda fine if she got some hips
Momma said, “Let me see the witch”
Boy you know light and dark don’t mix
Mix it up, boy, bad luck
Sick to my stomach with them neon guts

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert]
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don’t touch
Our jewelry be on tut
And It give a nigga colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energies, we don’t touch
Our jewelrys be on tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah fam
Pharrell on Mars with my fellow stars
I’m like lightning striking on a metal rod
Say “Hello, God” on the double bars
So dammit, Amex, I got a yellow card
Yellow card, yellow card
Damn, P, I need a yellow card
I am from The Root like where the petal start
I had to push like a pedal
Started way after but ahead of y’all
New crib, got a better yard
Two years, I got hella cars
Since the eighth grade had hella broads
Hella broads, hella broads
Yellow painting with a yellow broad
Shit came from cost, probably marge
Slick my hair back like I’m Chico DeBarge
I got some lights on my chest
Don’t confuse it with a heart
Heard things ain’t looking too good for you
Had to pull some strings like I play the harp
I get these billions alone
It been that way from the start
Smoking good kush, my cologne
Got neon guts ’cause I can’t see in the dark

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Lil Uzi Vert]
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don’t touch
Our jewelry be on tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don’t touch
Our jewelry be on tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts

Lil Uzi Vert – Shooters Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah Yeah
Rollin’ backwoods to the face
I just fucked your bitch all in her face aye
.40 Smithon Wesson all on my waist aye aye
Reach my pistol now you first 48 aye
Now you missing without a trace aye
You is not on no First 48
Oh, I will leave you dead ay, hollows in your head aye
I got shooters, I got shooters, aye
I got shooters, I got shooters, aye
I got shooters
Fuck your bitch all in her coochie yeah
This Uzi will mute you yeah (shut up boy)
My dirty lil niggas will do ya
My DC niggas dirty doing
What are you pursuing aye aye aye
Lil Uzi be Rari coupin’ aye
Yeah, I fuck all these bitches with no condoms aye
I might end up fucking your mama aye
Everything I got is designer yeah
I’m tryna fuck on your mama yeah
Please let me fuck on your mama yeah
Blowing up the scene like I’m Osama yeah
I got that chopper yeah, boy you is an opper yeah
You talking to 12, aye, boy this chopper give you hell aye
Diplomats you smoke with hellrats aye
Boy this chopper give you hell, aye
Boy you better chill aye
Diamond grill its on chill
Taking Xanny on my pill, aye
Boy you got a pill aye
AK banana clip with active peel yeah
My girl black hair brazilian
My crib bigger than a building
All you lil boys is my children
Oh my god what is this feeling
Never had this much money (oh my god)
So im counting all this money (yeah yeah yeah)
Her pussy is sweet like honey boy you is so bummy
She sniff that coke til her nose runny
Can’t no fuck nigga run me
All these bitches now they love me
Yeah don’t put nothing above me
Don’t put nothing above me

Lil Uzi Vert – Alone Time

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die
Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die

[Hook]
All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owen steppin’ better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything, I already bought your bitch
Like this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (raindrops)
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit, aye

[Verse 1]
Sharing all these bitches with my bros
All these bitches out here, they be hoes
In the kitchen and they whippin’ stoves
With my bitches and they toting poles
I just fucked me like 10 hoes
Stay down with my ten toes
Sharing all my money with my kinfolk
I am so done with the Kenzo jump in Benzo (uh yeah)
Um, Rest in Peace to Speaker Knockers
Got your bitch all on my arm
Like, Lil Uzi he just be wildin’
He got like all of these options, yeah
My new bitch she is a vegan
I just be counting this broccoli
Yah, we got them choppers on choppers
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us
I just be lightin the gas, yah
Sometimes I’m lit with the booth, yah
That bitch like oh where the tool, yah
She just be gone off the boot, yah
Like Rick Owens all on my shoes, yah
Feel like MJ with the moves, yah
Fucking your bitch with my goons, yah
Leave her wet like the pool, yah

[Hook]
All these diamonds in my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
Money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin’ better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything I already bought your bitch
Like bitch the way I rage on some rockstar shit (raindrops)
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit

[Verse 2]
All these diamonds in my mouth is why I talk like this
Hundred fifty thousand why I walk like this
Yeah kick my little shit with a rockstar bitch
Yeah turn her right around and give her rockstar dick
That is not your bitch
We be going hard to ignite your bitch
Give her right to the squad and they bite your bitch
Make her slob on my knob like a ho, girl you’re sick
On the real, I don’t even like your bitch
Squad one night your bitch
Long dick and I’mma pipe your bitch
Long dick and I’mma pipe your bitch
Xan money don’t even excite that bitch
Friend zone, I don’t even like that bitch
10 hoes, on the real I’m so lit
Number one, world champ now wife that bitch

[Hook]
All these diamonds in my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
Money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything I already bought your bitch
Like bitch the way I rage on some rock star shit
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit

Fetti – Yung Ralph feat. Young Thug lyrics

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Lyrics Yung Ralph – Fetti

Hey yo man, we got Juug motherf*ckin’ man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi.(fetti)

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

I’m bout to stop f*ckin’ with niggas I know ain’t with it
(f*ck em)
You lil f*ck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (b*tch!)
f*ck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky
No barbaric b*tch, I got on some Burberry
I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I’m a big dog, I’m a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I am a tiger, f*ck a Mufasa
I shit like a diaper, I’m never gon’ wife her
Swear, swear, I’m never gon’ wife her
I catch her the bed and I f*ck out the lights
I swear I’m in Europe, but I don’t got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

Yeah, why your b*tch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don’t run up on me ya’ll
My little b*tch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya’ll
Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty
Yeah, I’m countin’ all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya I’m rockin’ on designer clothes
Ya nowadays sharin’ my hoes
Ya everyday hear bout this dough
Just in case you didn’t know
I had your b*tch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin’ the knots
Lil Uzi rockin’ them shows yahh
Countin’ fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fettiii
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet it.

Gucci and Louie come straight out the box
I play with Fetti but my name ain’t Wap
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I’m talkin’ that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Still movin’ snow and that purp
Niggas own G’s, oh don’t play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I’ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin’ vert’
Diamonds flashin’ like an ambulance
In the bank doin’ the money dance
Overseas with a foreign b*tch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin’ f*ck a hater baby
I’m the Cavs, you the Lakers baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fettiii, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet ittt.
Yung Ralph lyrics
Video Ralph

Lil Uzi Vert – Ps & Qs

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[Intro]
Yuh
I ain’t gone lie
This song right here slick hatin’
So

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money

[Verse 1]
She had a nigga that was on the music scene (what, thought he was me?)
Had a nigga, thought he was going straight to the league (yeah, straight to the D)
Yeah, fuck with my baby I swear that, that nigga gone bleed
Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me

[Verse 2]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s, yeah
Cause that could happen to me, yeah
Ran that girl to the big league, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Like, haha, oh well, now your girl with me
Like, Austin was holding her up, yea, um boy please
Like bye bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 3]
Watch out for my doors
Lambo that bitch roar (skrt)
Tell my girl that the world could be yours, yeah
Number one rule, don’t listen to whores, yeah
No, you’ve never lived this life before, yeah
More money than your last man, of course, yeah
Drivin’ in that foreign, yeah
Where you thought you was goin’ in that Ford
I took what’s yours, yeah
I made her mine
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah

[Outro]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s

ASAP Ferg – New Level (Remix) (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Future & Lil Uzi Vert) letras

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[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Future]
Yeah, yeah
A$AP
Turn my vocals up a little bit more please, yeah
(Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP
Yeah, load ’em up, yeah
I’m on a new level! I’m on it, I’m on it
Woof! Woof! Woof! Ayy!

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
Woof! Woof! Woof! Ayy!

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I’m on a new level
Remember when mices jumping out the frigidaire
Broke, poor, they eliminate us
Throw my people down the incinerator
Malcom X, Martin Luther (hallelujah)
Jim Crow is back at it (talkin’ to ya)
Bought a gold chain (more power to ya)
Wanted more bling (but I got a Ruger)
Brown water in my system now (yea)
Henny got me in my feelings now
I’m feelin’ like “fuck the system now” (yea)
Cause all they do is shoot my people down
That newer level was the ceiling now
They want to kill us with the vision now
I’ll be damned if I’m killing now
I go to Sony, bring the building down
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I bought a new devil (I bought a new devil)
I still got a new shovel (I still got a new shovel)
To put you to my shoe level (put you to my shoe level)
Just know my crew rebels (know my crew rebels)
That put you niggas in the dirt (yeah)
Chain with the new bezel (chain with the new bezel)
All my nigga’s put in work

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m on a new level
Getting money, went up two levels
Now my bars hot like a tea kettle
She ride my dick, I got two pedels
Bitch I’m hot as a match
Pull up to Diablo, that be two devils
Heard your girl was a freak
Yeah, but that’s only if you let her
Pull off in my ride with the new leather
Yeah, the one with the red letters
Matter of fact, you bring her, bring her
Ay, don’t forget yourself too
Yeah, matter of fact, bring your whole crew
Yeah, Lil Uzi pull Lambo coupe
Yeah, now your girl I’mma recruit
Yeah, blow on me just like some soup
Yeah, blow on me just like a flute
Yeah, blow on me like a loose tooth
Yeah, first she showed me just how it move
Yeah, I fucked that girl right cause she new
I will not touch her
Yeah, if it’s already not two
Hey, Rafi and Ricky, my boo
Yeah, went and new leveled my shoe

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
On another, ‘nother level now
That’s shrooms, acid, drank, weed, pills
Fresh manicure, breaking down the bag
Didn’t even stain my clean nails
I bet there’s some killers who die for me
Catch a body on they free will
My West Coast niggas ride for me
Word to the homie G Will
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign
My crew look like an exhibition now
Mama only riding Benzes now
Traded in the Expedition now
My bitches only flying business now
My pretty face up in the Gusiness now
I model Dior like I’m Christian now
Got her masturbating to my pictures now
Two front gold teeth
All I want for Christmas is peace between brothers and police
24 diamond karat gold leash on my exotic pet
Exotic car, no lease
And I designed it, back to you flooded with diamonds
Bitches they call me Your Highness
Sipping on medicine, when no coughing, no sinus
That alarm all the sirens

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (I’m on a new level)
Put these niggas in the dirt (yeah)
Chain with the new bezel (I’m on a new level)
All my niggas put in work (all my niggas put in work)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work