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lil uzi vert - light year (practice) lyrics

[verse 1]
i like real ratchet b+tches (keep goin’)
i mean real ratchet b+tches (brr, keep goin’)
i see all these girls and they lookin’ so thick (keep goin’)
but i got real racks to get (real racks to get, i ain’t worried ’bout them)
rick owen match the bed, yes, i sleep in designer
eatin’ my cereal with ice+ice diamonds, so when i’m eatin’ breakfast, i’m shinin’ (yeah)
tony hawk, lil uzi be grindin’
diamonds, they p+ssy and issey raf simons
i’ma be litty, i’ll wait ’til i’m fifty
no, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me
she suckin’ daytona, and every timе that she go deep throat, it feel like the hеmi (feel like hemi)
at the least, it’s a burst, i don’t do no semi
like i don’t think a purse could hold all these new bands (let’s go)
like racks look so dumb in my pants
i got so much like i need a suitcase, like
i’m the type of n+gga beat my case and the motherf+ckin’ judge never saw my face
look at them now
know it’s some n+ggas that think i’m a clown
that’s cool, this money can, um, get you down
b+tch, we in philly with three thousand rounds
n0body want smoke, we got beef out of town
n+ggas be like, “why you always out of town?”
sh+t, i’m on the jet with this pound
(universe slide in the 250, listen for a jet, jet feel like a plane)
[verse 2]
okay, let’s talk ’bout the pape’
i got all types of cake, i made three m’s off eighths
made like fifty off hit, and i’m still on my sh+t, and i’m rich, no debate
pardon my wraith, i mean this is a sp+ceship
my girl lookin’ good, always think of you lesser
in my bedroom and my eyes’ll undress her
her head on the dresser like, “d+mn, girl, you s+xy”
shout out my patek, my patek my bestie
been ballin’ so long, i swear i need an espy
diamond my neck, yeah, that sh+t like wayne gretzky
now he got the switch, but he used to watch jessie
disney channel, that n+gga be catchy
i’m catchy too, but i watched ed, edd n eddy
need to stretch all these fake+ass n+ggas ’cause they fetty
i ain’t gon’ lie, i don’t think that they ready

[chorus]
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready (woah)
think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
[verse 3]
i got the fan on me just like i’m jake (huh?), money all over the place
diamonds cleansin’ your face just like up, like ovation
no, i never f+cked your b+tch, i’m just smashin’ her face
i got glass on the bezel, got glass on the face
but it came like this, it’s a factory date
these n+ggas p+ssy, they soft like a chafer
irritatin’ that b+tch, you so aggravatin’
f+ck you thought, that i lost?
i’m swaggin’, i’m awesome, i’m saucy, my brain, i lost it
just like randy, put my arm out, i’m awesome
put a hole in the n+gga like a dolphin
i told my big bro we ain’t takin’ losses
i got some secret money in the coffin
smokin’ the candy shop, it got me coughin’
b+tch, it’s so hot like i turned on defroster
i’m fresh off the nitrous, ain’t mess up a bit+it
how you say that i’m soft when i’m always revealin’ you?
got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess who’s the villain now?
he call sixteen hoes, sh+t, i guess he a dunzo
now she be on two drums, on your bongo
smoke so much, i don’t know where my lungs go

come to my block, yeah, it look like a gunshow
trap out apartments, it’s only a front door
puttin’ on for my block ‘fore i could leave, fronto
put my arms in my hoodie, this sh+t look like a puncho
if i stand on the money, then i’m tall like huncho
look, i ain’t tryna tussle, end of discussion
my shooter with me got bodies like he russian
fast money, slow money, i don’t care, i ain’t rushin’
my block hot, this sh+t like an oven
this sh+t like an oven, this sh+t, it be bustin’
i ain’t hollywood, do some sh+t for my cousin (yeah)
that’s what i’m posed to, but that sh+t wasn’t nothin’
i just got a n+gga hit for like four or five hundred
i just came from the a with like four or five b+ttons
(eternal atake 2)

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