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{lil uzi vert}

mask on my face when we run in yo’ place
and we need every combination to the safe
and then, if you cooperate, everyone safe
got a spanish b*tch, yeah, she love giving me face
i said “little b*tch, do you like how this sh*t tastes?”
she said “uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, and seis”
tryna figure out how i’m gon’ get out my deal
i’m a bad boy, a reverend, i feel like i’m ma$e
your b*tch with me but she gotta leave by 8
’cause you know lil uzi do not walk with no cape
don’t rock no bapе, but my n*ggas, they apes
and we walk with bananas that bust at yo’ grapе
atlantic, pacific, and indian ocean gon’ lay on my neck
lil’ b*tch, this not a lake
the slowest car i got is probably a h*llcat
and if you want do it, we probably could race

{ski mask the slump god}

okay like bimbo
when a ball up in kinda tight and hard to fit in
kimbo slice playing limbo
jump rope (jump rope)
how i stomp and spit it p*ss in boots ’cause you a kitty
whip his ass like django
king kong (king kong)
got that white girl with me you a mouse just like you mickey clubhouse is where you belong
ten*four
run around the lobby like i’m london tipton
put some diamonds on my pinky toe
cluck cluck, cluck cluck chicken
that is n*ggas when they see me turn to forrest gump
’cause n*ggas start to buck buck
duck duck, duck duck goose
when i hit it with the p*n*s man i love it when she run run, run run
ask me one question, “what does my heaven resemble?”
and i say me overdosing out in a meadow (b*tch!)
ask me one question, “what does my heaven resemble?”
and i say me overdosing out in a meadow
{xxxtentacion}

okay like, phone, ayy, boost, ayy
my d*ck touch the roof (yuh)
since a jit (ayy), i was a gook (ayy)
i couldn’t tie my shoes, ayy
woody, uh (ooh), shoot (ooh), uh
i drop bombs (ooh) like duke nukem
wrist so hard with big extensions (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!)
all he need is nukes, ayy
hunnid a minute, mm (ayy!)
he drop the p just to double the digits, mm (ayy!)
i was just living with sonny no (ayy!), sonny no
sonny no, sonny no digital, uh (ayy!)
yes, i had b*tches (ayy!)
right on my muhf*ckin’ jail phone, ayy
just talked to one of my lil b*tches
said, “when i get back, we are havin’ a foursome”

{pop smoke}

one dead in neiman, scannin’, it’s readin’
perc’ head, i’m geekin’, sh*t turn me to a demon
bad b*tch named riri, nice, but treeshy
she want me to breed her, i’m like, “nah, b*tch, you sneaky”
two shots in this glock, bet a n*gga won’t let up (woo)
xd, youngin totin’ beretta (uh? totin’ beretta, uh)
rufflin’ feathers (don’t get shot)
i leave ’em deader
i got your b*tch suckin’ on my treasure
i woo for the floss, yeah, we do it better
i got the hoes like i’m hugh hefner
b*tch, i’m a dog, i’m a blue devil
{juice wrld}

n*gga pop, molly in the party
bad b*tch wanna f*ck, i got off the bacardi
run up on me, i’ma hit ’em, chopper crackin’ like pilates
i ain’t ever give a f*ck, motherf*cker, catch a body
i was in the cut with a b*tch from tacoma
smoking on pack, you can smell the aroma
young ass n*gga but they think that i’m older
hachoo, bless you, my flow too colder
world on my shoulders, feel like a boulder
run up on me, i told you that it’s over
chopper get to doin’ motherf*ckers like it’s homework
clip stickin’ out like a motherf*ckin’ b*n*r
this is my flow, it’s not a motherf*cking loaner
only one of me, ain’t no motherf*cking cloners
ballin’ on these hoes like adrian, adrian
knock ’em out, lil’ n*gga, like adrian broner, uh

- underground hip hop lyrics

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