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thank god - lil uzi vert lyrics

[intro]
it’s okay to be yourself
you could be whatever you wanna be
you think i care what these n*ggas say about me?
you think i care what these b*tches say about me?
they the same b*tches that wanna f*ck
that’s no bap
check my, check my sh*t man (no bap)
and these same rap n*ggas (no bap) be the same rap n*ggas that be like, in my, in my zone (yeah)
let’s go

[chorus]
young n*gga be on that devil sh*t but i still go thank god (16, 16)
yeah, i almost went federal when i was holding my fire (what?)
you think i give a f*ck what you say about me? i bеat the odds (yeah)
thesе n*ggas wanna beef with me but i don’t say nothing ’bout it (nah)
just two days layer he end up with his white tee tie dyed (no cap)
my lil’ b*tch just got her body done, i bought it for her (yeah)
you say you better than lil uzi? n*gga, go ahead, try (try)
b*tch i sell so many p’s
b*tch, i’m still getting high (still getting high)

[verse 1]
and i’on smoke no weed
i’m just high off that contact, 25k a piece (yeah)
i got this one b*tch wearing shark boots cause he got knock knees (what?)
i cut a b*tch off like last week ’cause i’m with givenchy
i told my girl, “go get a new n*gga”, cause he is not me (let’s go, nah)
if she try to get another n*gga like me, he carbon copy (no bap)
better get a n*gga from the hood, man they copy (no bap)
met that b*tch right in the club, like i’m jacquees (jacquees)
i’m so bool, all my chains on with a bankroll, b*tch
i’m in la, spend a hundred k in rodeo (let’s go)
my b*tch hate my guts but still gon’ do what i say so (come on)
punta cana coke, better than turks and caicos (woah)
got a n*gga k!lled, did a show, i don’t lay low (nah)
pink diamond in my head, made me feel like thanos
ever since i started getting money, went in my way, ho (what?)
put that draino in the work, they know
see lil uzi vert live
get tickets as low as $103
[chorus]
young n*gga be on that devil sh*t but i still go thank god (16, 16)
yeah, i almost went federal when i was holding my fire (what?)
you think i give a f*ck what you say about me? i beat the odds (yeah)
these n*ggas wanna beef with me but i don’t say nothing ’bout it (no cap)
just two days layer he end up with his white t**th tie dyed (no cap)
my lil’ b*tch just got her body done, i bought it for her (yeah)
you say you better than lil uzi? n*gga, go ahead, try (try)
b*tch i sell so many p’s

[verse 2]
like i own qc (what?)
but i’m roc nation til’ death, mhm, shout*out jay*z (yeah)
shout*out dez, shout*out gordo and shout*out og
when i drop my album they [?], like my name b (what?)
all my diamonds white but in the sun, they blue*ivy (let’s go)
i know you wanna be what i’m on but f*ck n*gga, you not me (yeah)
“how many years have you known hov, uzi?”, prolly like four (like four)
you’ve known jay*z for ten years but he give me more (hahaha)
don’t think he did that off no motherf*cking favoritism, b*tch (yeah)
just because my music lit, my algorithm
my loyalty way stronger and he know i’m with it (he know i’m with it)
droptop cullinan is bulletproof and it’s still tinted (jfk)
i ain’t the president of 1600 but i’m lieutenant (yeah)
basically, what i’m sayin, i can still get you bent (yeah)
so much money in my pants that i got a cramp (got a cramp)
i do ramadan, i’on do no lent (do no lent)
balenci’ way too regular, [?] not no lint
b*tch choppa got monkey nuts, my ar prolly a chimp (rah)
i love all my b*tches, n*gga, ’cause i’m a pimp (i’m a pimp)
you don’t get no b*tches, so you’ll say i’m a simp (you don’t even get it)
every time she wear skims, she think she really kim (she think she kim)
every time in maybach i don’t even think it’s a benz (don’t think it’s a benz)
i remember him from way back, he really thought he was him (thought he was him)
i’ve been getting two different checks because i’m they and them (i’m they and them)
f*ck n*gga
[outro]
it’s just that easy, like
and when i say it’s easy, easy breezy, like, you know
and
i don’t be on no funny sh*t, like, i still f*ck with all my n*ggas
and you can’t even go to your hood
but i can
and
i’m good anywhere i go, like
not even on no tough sh*t, but you know like
n*ggas respect my hand when it come to this sh*t cause they know i’m about that
oh yeah, free thugger, b*tch
phew*phew
yeah

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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