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lil uzi vert - like me (myron)* lyrics

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[intro: lil uzi vert]
oogie mane, he k!lled it
supah mario on the beat, n-gga
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, oh-oh, pew

[verse]
stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (like me)
i wear more supreme than a hypebeast (than a hypebeast)
only blue, no green don’t excite me (green)
i could make a ho out your wifey (bih)
jeremy scott up on my toes, act like jacquees (yeah)
made her get down on the bottom and she top me (yeah, yeah)
pull up extra icy, i’m not playin’ hockey (hockey, bling, blaow)
n-ggas think i’m weird and they don’t really like me
’cause i could f-ck your b-tch and f-ck your mom and auntie (yeah)
your girl’s a five but your mom is a dime piece (ayy)
and your auntie, her name is miss connie (miss connie)
i got one glock, his name clyde, the other one named bonnie (bonnie)
these b-tches, they think they dandy, but they be just lyin’ (b-tches lyin’)
got a lil’ b-tch, can’t throw it back, i swear that ho be tryin’ (try)
when i f-ck her from the front it sound like that b-tch dyin’ (on god)
vvs, i need a vest, anemic my diamonds (whoa)
i swear these n-ggas talk sh-t but they really be hidin’ (woo)
had that boy’s b-tch on my d-ck, that hoe, she was just ridin’
diamonds on my neck so wet, that sh-t look like poseidon (so wet)
i stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9′ 10″ (yeah), yeah
these n-ggas be bitin’ (f-ck, yeah)
grra-ta, i’m not really with the fightin’ (grra, brra, brra), yeah
me and her was vibin’ (yeah), yeah (yeah)
your b-tch call me myron (okay)
90 thousand, that’s a light day (yeah), yeah (that’s a light)
i can tell you, it’s the real spill (yeah, i can tell you, it’s the real), yeah
f-cked your b-tch just for a light bill (yeah), yeah
banana clip, i ain’t gon’ slip on the peel (yeah)
hot grease, b-tch, we poppin’ (poppin’), yeah
ballin’ on that n-gga like i’m thompson (thompson), yeah
chopper got splendid, was like the johnson (johnson)
johnson johnson, vacation right to dubai (dubai)
kicking sh-t so hard, i stopped doin’ ju-tai (mwah)
20 thousand christian dior my suit tie (yeah)
got a black girl and she got blue eyes (eyes)
came up, on the real, got ’em shoes tied
starin’ at lil’ homie
stop starin’ at lil’ homie
you ain’t fairin’ nothin’ on me
we ain’t hearin’ that lil’ homie
pull up ‘claren on new homie
skrr-skrr, pull up on my lonely
i just f-cked all her friends
she start cheerin’ on her homies
i just ran up all my bands
i just ran up all my bands
i just ran up all my bands
i just ran up all my bands
she give me head, that be migraine
she give me head, that be migraine

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