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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 Hellcat
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 Puss 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*nis 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
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Okay like, phone, ayy, boost, ayy
My di*k 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' boner
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
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