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last-dude - club lyrics

[verse 1: 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 and she love giving me face
i said “little b+tch, do you like how this sh+t taste?”
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 wit’ me but she got leave by 8
’cause you know lil uzi do not walk wit no cape
don’t
don’t got no bape but my n+ggas, they apes
and wе walk wit’ bananas that bust at yo’ grape
atlantic, pacific, and indian ocean gon’ lay on my neck
lil’ b+tch, this not a lakе
the slowest car i got is prolly a h+llcat
and if you want do it, we prolly can race

[verse 2: ski mask the slump god]
okay like bimbo
when a ball up in kinda thight 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
ask me one question, “what does my heaven ressemble?”
and i say me overdosing out in a meadow
[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
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, all he need is nukes, ayy
hunnid a minute, 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 four some, mm”

[verse 4: pop smoke]
o n e d e a d
in neiman, scannin’, it’s readin’
perc’ head
i’m geekin’, sh+t turn me to a demon (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, a n+gga totin’ beretta (red dot)
rufflin’ feathers (don’t get shot)
i leave ’em deader
i got your b+tch suckin’ my treasure
i woo from the floss, yeah, we do it better
i got the hoes like i’m hugh hefner
b+tch, i’ma dog, i’m a blue devil
[verse 5: juice wrld]
pill 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 never give a f+ck, motherf+cker, catch a body
i was in the cut with a b+tch from tacoma
smo king 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

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