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lil uzi vert - got a lambo lyrics

[intro]
woah, where am i? (huh, what?)
yeah (where is it? is this thing on?)
(geek, geek, geek, geek, geek, geek, geek)
yeah, lil uzi vert (ayy, brandon, man why you do that?)
yeah

[chorus]
i’m the waviest n+gga ever come out of philly, man, ask yo’ b+tch (ask yo’ b+tch)
leave her around me one time, bet i could f+ck yo’ b+tch (f+ck yo’ b+tch)
not gon’ f+ck yo’ b+tch, i’ma make her suck my d+ck (suck my d+ck)
glock on me with a beam, make me accurate (woah)
no, no, no, not really good at no sports
but you know i am just good at just stackin’ chips
know that my n+ggas, they ready for war (yeah)
they in the street, and you know they be clappin’ sh+t (huh)
why he dissin’? we gon’ put him in morgue (f+fee)
we gon’ lay him right there right with the daffodils (swеar)
i am not hot and i’m movin’ of course
i am the one thats still out in thе traffic still (fee, fee)

[verse 1]
got a lambo’, not a honda accord
boy, you so broke, my new whip cost like half a mil’
call me a savage, i used to be scavenger (fee, fee)
pull up my b+tch and she smelling like lavender (fee, fee)
dipping and dabbing, i run through the lobby (fee, fee)
all my clothes, they designer like i’m tabitha
whippin’ that pot and my n+ggas still trappin’ still
i’m on the block and i’m all on that action still
speed to the bank, and i’m still laughing still
and you know that i always gotta, um, pack a steel
the n+ggas out here, i swear that they lackin’ still
no, actions, somebody screamed cut, ’cause they actors still
they lying, they lying, they lying, they capping still
i get the guap, baby, i could establish you
some of my diamonds, them b+tches from tiffany
some of my diamonds, them b+tches from africa
these n+ggas, they say that i’m weird, but she know that i’m real, that’s the reason this b+tch is attached to me
i’m the one f+cked that bih’ right off the 30
that girl got drunk off a strawberry daiquiri
i triple, quadruple dare your ass to lie to me
doubled it, two thousand no you not slimin’ me (yeah)
dont hit from the front, only hit, um, behind of her
no, no, no, i don’t really got no time for her
eat it up, suck it up, girl, better slop it up (slop it up)
n+gga talk sh+t then you know that my rocket tucked (grah)
in the kitchen, my boys whippin’ them rocks up
she spin on my d+ck like a dreidel no hanukkah
she do it so good that i think about signing her (fee, fee)
give me that brain so i’m really not minding her
i been doing this since i was a minor
i got more gold on me than, um, a miner (yeah)
[chorus]
i’m the waviest n+gga ever come out of philly, man, ask yo’ b+tch (ask yo’ b+tch)
leave her around me one time, bet i could f+ck yo’ b+tch (f+ck yo’ b+tch)
not gon’ f+ck yo’ b+tch, i’ma make her suck my d+ck (suck my d+ck)
glock on me with a beam, make me accurate (make me accurate)
no, no, no, not really good at no sports
but you know i am just good at just stackin’ chips (yeah, woah)
know that my n+ggas, they ready for war
they in the street, and you know they be clappin’ sh+t (rah, rah)
why he dissin’? we gon’ put him in morgue
we gon’ lay him right there right with the daffodils (rah, rah)
i am not hot and i’m movin’ of course
i am the one thats still out in the traffic still (yeah)

[refrain]
got a lambo’, not a honda accord, (skrrt) vroom
got a lambo’, not the honda accord, vroom (a lambo’, a lambo’, a lambo’)
got a lambo’, not the honda accord, vroom (a lambo’, a lambo’, a lambo’, a lambo’, a lambo’)
got a lambo’, not the honda accord, (a lambo’, a lambo’, a lambo’, a lambo’, a lambo’)

[verse 2]
mamabicho, got no keyholes (mamabicho)
need a cheat code (what?)
just to open up the door (door)
i remember i was poor (poor)
i be tweaking in the stars (stars)
i be geekin’ right on mars (mars)
coppin’ sh+t you can’t afford (afford)
new car and it’s auto (auto)
gave her reggie, it’s gon’ twist her (twist her)
big brother like i’m lars (lars)
brung her over to my crib (crib)
let her sleep on my lawn (lawn)
golf course with a cart (cart)
i don’t even play golf (golf)
but a n+gga got a par (what? par)
i don’t even drink rum (what?)
but a n+gga got a bar (huh, bar)
on the real, are you dumb? (ayy)
life not really even hard (hard)
man, my cousin got booked (booked)
now he calling off a cord (yeah)
all my jewelry double v’s (v’s)
all my whips double r’s, yeah
[chorus]
i’m the waviest n+gga ever come out of philly, man, ask yo’ b+tch (ask yo’ b+tch)
leave her around me one time, bet i could f+ck yo’ b+tch (f+ck yo’ b+tch)
not gon’ f+ck yo’ b+tch, i’ma make her suck my d+ck (suck my d+ck)
glock on me with a beam, make me accurate (make me accurate)
no, no, no, not really good at no sports
but you know i am just good at just stackin’ chips (yeah, woah)
know that my n+ggas, they ready for war
they in the street, and you know they be clappin’ sh+t (rah, rah)
why he dissin’? we gon’ put him in morgue
we gon’ lay him right there right with the daffodils (rah, rah)
i am not hot and i’m movin’ of course
i am the one thats still out in the traffic still (yeah)

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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