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flex on me - lil uzi vert lyrics

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lil uzi

[hook]
i sip lean n-gg-, what you mean
you ain’t with the sh-ts
you try me, yes i got the 40 all up on my hip
extended clip yes i packed it, forty all up in yo’ whip
oh thats your b-tch
well shorty all up on my d-ck
i sip lean n-gg-, what you mean
you ain’t with the sh-ts
you try me, yes i got the 40 all up on my hip
extended clip yes i packed the forty all up in yo’ whip
oh thats your b-tch
well shorty all up on my d-ck
[bridge]
like
god d-mn, b-tch tried to flex on me, b-tch tried to flex on me
god d-mn, b-tch tried to flex on me, b-tch tried to flex on me
and she might be hotter than lil uzi for a moment then std

[verse 1]
like
why you obsessed with a lil n-gg-
cocaine habits and a whole lotta drugs dumb b-tch
why you talking through a sneak diss
eat a d-ck (shoutout to tatianna dumb b-tch)
sweatpant p-ssy on sweet
you would need three d-cks just for my one
and came to your friends and we went upstairs
i ain’t have no protection on me
i ain’t want no infection on me
thank god i ain’t touch you
probably got a couple n-gg-s stressin’ homie
next time come harder b-tch (dumb b-tch)
don’t be hand steppin’ homie
and shoutout to the squad just another lesson for me
but like back to the money, f-ck free problems
lil uzi vert he straight grindin’
white gold on the pink straight shinin’
and i’mma be on top, sh-t take time
and all the sneak talk yeah heard you lyin’
lil uzi sick like the stomach virus
yeah that n-gg- sick like stomach virus
when i spit make a b-tch throw up a stomach

[hook]
i sip lean n-gg-, what you mean
you ain’t with the sh-ts
you try me, yes i got the 40 all up on my hip
extended clip yes i packed it, forty all up in yo’ whip
oh thats your b-tch
well shorty all up on my d-ck
i sip lean n-gg-, what you mean
you ain’t with the sh-ts
you try me, yes i got the 40 all up on my hip
extended clip yes i packed the forty all up in yo’ whip
oh thats your b-tch
well shorty all up on my d-ck

[bridge]
like god d-mn
plug try to flex on me
plug try to flex on me (what the f-ck?)
plug try to flex on me
plug try to flex on me

[verse 2]
i just copped like thirty six
and i couldn’t move the sh-t in less than a week
yes i’m a lean head drop the soda
with the jolly rancher drink it like its water
and i just got a forty hold a quarter
stopped f-ckin’ with the plug ran to his daughter
and i upped the beans lean a n-gg- over
whippin’ up the pot more baking soda
bout to touch r8 money, all hundreds
be the f-ckin’ loaded
b-tch on my d-ck, she know i’m the sh-t
look at my wrist when a n-gg- water whip
look at my wrist when a n-gg- water whip

[hook]
i sip lean n-gg-, what you mean
you ain’t with the sh-ts
you try me, yes i got the 40 all up on my hip
extended clip yes i packed it, forty all up in yo’ whip
oh thats your b-tch
well shorty all up on my d-ck
i sip lean n-gg-, what you mean
you ain’t with the sh-ts
you try me, yes i got the 40 all up on my hip
extended clip yes i packed the forty all up in yo’ whip
oh thats your b-tch
well shorty all up on my d-ck

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