lil uzi vert - meteor man lyrics
[verse 1]
tell ’em don’t call my phone (phone), call my phone, yeah (h+llo?)
i don’t even need these hoes (woah), leave me ‘lone (woah)
since i was in comme, yeah, yeah, i wear comme, yeah, huh
comme des garçons, hmm, yeah, your b+tch in my home, yeah, huh
she give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (huh, yeah)
she give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (huh, ayy)
she give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (hah, what?)
she give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (let’s go)
yeah, yeah, swag, yeah, swag, yeah, swag, yeah (swag, swag)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
coupe and this b+tch out of roof (roof)
b+tch tryna f+ck off the boot (boot)
she out of baltimore cute (cute)
she got that baltimore tooth (yeah)
diamonds, they hit like ray lewis (yeah)
all of my baltimore screws (yeah)
water on me and my shoes (yeah)
just like a portable hoop (yeah)
i flew your ho out, yeah, she was a portable (yeah)
i flew your ho out ’cause she was affordable (yeah)
p+ssy so wet like adult swim, she gave me more of it
i told her oral
[chorus]
[verse 2]
don’t like me, don’t give a f+ck (yeah)
your b+tch out here still gettin’ f+cked (too bad)
it’s the aura, his money shorter
pull up in h+llcat, ace ventura (yeah, yeah)
if it’s beef, turn a n+gga to a porter
saw lb, it’s nothin’ but the water
she what i need, she love my daughter
and she twenty+three, so she under a quarter
i make hits, them songs for hits
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout a hit, suck my d+ck
i got hoes in the back of the whip
i got hoes in the front of the whip
i got hoes on some blood sh+t
i got hoes that hold my grip
i got hoes, they don’ talk ’bout sh+t
i got hoes that be on counterfeit
i got hoes on scammin’ sh+t
some of my hoes pop xans and sh+t (yeah)
sh+t, that p+ssy got drip on lip (on lip)
after i f+ck, then a n+gga gotta dip (gotta dip)
tryna get me touched, then a n+gga gettin’ dipped (get dipped)
give ’em less money ’cause the bag gon’ flip (gon’ flip)
i got hoes on scammin’ sh+t (sh+t)
some of my hoes pop xans and sh+t (sh+t)
sh+t, that p+ssy got drip on lip (let’s go)
after i f+ck, then a n+gga gotta dip
tryna get me touched, then a n+gga gettin’ dipped
give ’em less money ’cause the bag gon’ flip (gon’ flip)
i’ll get a girl real rick (yeah)
rick owen jeans and sh+t, yeah
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (woah)
(yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah)
[chorus]
[outro]
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (yeah)
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (yeah)
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (yeah)
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (yeah)
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (yeah)
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (yeah)
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (yeah)
yeah, them b+tches real real rick, yeah (yeah)
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