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Lil Uzi Vert

Genres: Hip-Hop

Rich Forever Leaked Lyrics - Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro] 

Make it rain and I leave it there 

I don't ever clean the mess up 

Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there 

So dark, can't see in there 

Still took a bitch to eat in there 

She said, "How you pull off in your whip if ain't no key in there?" 

New coupe can fit three in there 

Woo, woo 

Woo, woo 

Woo, woo 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever 

Woo, woo 

Woo, woo 

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah 

 

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[Verse] 

I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer 

Balenciaga, these not no Arenas 

I got a chopper could clear whole arenas 

I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina 

I let that lil' bitch just hold on my Nina 

You know I stay, don't have to get my cheese up 

I remember that bitch wasn't a speaker 

Now I'm the only thing come out her speakers 

These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers 

I get the cake like I work for Denise's 

Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man 

These soft ass niggas can't fuck with the demon 

You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin' 

I got the Glock and my laser is beamin' 

These niggas borin', tell me when they're leavin' 

Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin' 

These niggas old heads, their hairlines recedin' 

Go get the money, blue checks I'm receivin' 

Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix 

I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus 

She on her knees and she beg for the semen 

Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I'm dreamin' 

Bitch out my way, at the top, you can't glo me 

Did everything so it's nothin' you can show me 

I'm the type nigga that wave out in front on you 

I'ma just pass you just right to my homie 

I'm the type nigga that wave out in front on you 

Take the safety off and blast my opponent 

These rappers pitiful, also my children too 

I don't know why they're always actin' bogus 

One of my youngest children just went platinum 

Startin' to think he better than my oldest 

Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up 

Made three million off my shoulders 

Drippin', drownin' in the water, yeah 

Got more money than your father, yeah 

So that means you're my daughter (daughter) 

Choppers on me, I got 40 (40) 

Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up) 

Sawed-off getting taught (bow) 

Stomach shot, get your core (core) 

Went 2Pac, watch the door 

2Pac, that's Shakur 

Nigga better watch his whore (yeah) 

I'ma send him to the Lord (Lord) 

He was on life support ('port) 

But the doctor pulled the cord (cord) 

That's what happen when we warrin' (woo) 

1600, leave you snorin' (woo) 

Counter carbon, that's a Corbin (woo) 

Blue tips in the FN 

It's G.E.D. like I'm testin' (G.E.D.) 

Get every dollar with no dressin' (yeah) 

They won't play this on your FM (ayy) 

You a rat, call the PC 

That's the pest control, not protection 

Tell my bitch, "You his best friend? 

Oh no, bitch you gon' text him (what?) 

Let him ease in my section 

We gon' hit him with a message (message)" 

We got shooters out in Essex (Essex) 

We got shooters out in Texas (Texas) 

All my niggas know is wreck shit (wreck shit) 

Throw your set, throw your set, bitch 

You keep showin' me your new bitch 

Boy, you're fuckin' on my ex-bitch 

She with you for a check, bitch 

Gave her racks, diamond necklace 

You can keep it, I got extra (extra) 

No, they can't out-check us (check us) 

Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah) 

Niggas tryna be the best us 

Make it rain and I leave it there 

I don't ever clean the mess up 

Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there 

So dark, can't see in there 

Still took a bitch to eat in there 

She said, "How you pull off in your whip if ain't no key in there?" 

New coupe can fit three in there 

Smoke a blunt, 4 G's in there 

Goyard wallet with the cheese in there 

Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah) 

VVS', put my teeth in there (yeah) 

High 20s, you get Cs in there 

Fredericksville, I ain't leavin' there 

1600, yeah, I be in there 

Come around, you get whacked here 

Come around, you get wet here (wet) 

Come around, you get checked here (checked here) 

 

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