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Lil Uzi Vert - I Gotta Lyrics

94 s Translations РусскийI Gotta Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah
Lil Uzi Vert, haha
I been smackin' so hard, man (Yeah, yeah)
This shit so (Yeah)
Look, this hard (I love you, star boy)
Watch (Yeah)

[Refrain]
Little bitch suck it up right in the chair (Yeah)
I don't know that bitch but I told her, "Come here" (Yeah)
I got the guap, my name is Symere (Ayy)
It's nice to meet you, now, who is that there? (Ayy)
That is your friend? Oh, do you share? (Uh-huh)
Won't tell nobody, baby, I swear (Shh, what?)
That is two baddies, the grand finale
I got a check, look like a tally (Yeah)
Stay with the bands just like the Tali'
Uh, Moncler don't matter the climate
Uh, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (What?)
Yeah, that's thе reason I keep climbin' (Hey)
Had to run back the swag likе a Heisman
Went to the dentist, that boy like I'm Rodman
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "Fuck Maserati" (Skrrt)
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I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah)
Boy, it's no way you ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish)
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh)
Niggas, they funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (Yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah)
Boy, it's no way you ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish (Swish)
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch (Uh-huh)
Niggas, they funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)

[Verse]
Trap on the block, I'm missin' the zip (Woo, woo)
Ride through my block, your whip'll get flipped (Woo, woo)
If he owe me money then I'm chippin' his bitch (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas pussy, just missin' a slit (Yeah)
What's the location? Got sticks in this bitch (Yeah)
I paid a lot so no missin' the hit (Uh-uh)
I took his thot, got him missin' his bitch (Frrp)
Countin' the guap while I'm dickin' your chick (Okay)
Trap out the Uber, do hit out the Lyft
Don't shop at Saks, I can't do that lil' Fifth
These niggas don't even know I exist
I fuck his bitch and that shit like a myth
Uh, Marni on Marni, need more
She clean it up like the dick was a chore
Money on top, but it start from the floor
We done bought everything up in the store
[Refrain]
Little bitch suck it up right in the chair (Yeah)
I don't know that bitch but I told her, "Come here" (Yeah)
I got the guap, my name is Symere (Ayy)
It's nice to meet you, now, who is that there? (Ayy)
That is your friend? Oh, do you share? (Uh-huh)
Won't tell nobody, baby, I swear (Shh, what?)
That is two baddies, the grand finale
I got a check, look like a tally (Yeah)
Stay with the bands just like the Tali'
Uh, Moncler don't matter the climate
Uh, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (What?)
Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin' (Hey)
Had to run back the swag like a Heisman
Went to the dentist, that boy like I'm Rodman
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "Fuck Maserati" (Skrrt)

[Outro]
Oh, yeah, by the way, I went diamond 4