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lil uzi vert - oh well lyrics

[intro]
yeah, top ten, 1600 work
on the block, ain’t even got no deal

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
everything on me designer, including my belt
check is gon’ hit, i need more than a zelle
swoop give me head, yeah she must went to yale
hit from the back yeah the b+tch gon’ yell
stackin’ the bread all the way till’ it’s stale
strong in the trap know a n+gga ain’t frail
i never trust none them packs in mail

[verse: lil uzi vert]
stacking the rackies up, i ain’t no snail
i feel like a creep cause i’m feeling myself
stacking the racks and that’s just for a bail
feel like just onе day these n+ggas gon’ tell
i’m in thе gym and i’m up in my health
i’m drinking ginger, i can’t take a l
n+ggas they p+ssy like they ain’t even male
oh well, oh well, oh well
oh well, oh well, oh well
oh well, oh well, oh well

[chorus]
everything on me designer, including my belt
check is gon’ hit, i need more than a zelle
swoop give me head, yeah she must went to yale
hit from the back yeah the b+tch gon’ yell
stackin’ the bread all the way till’ it’s stale
strong in the trap know a n+gga ain’t frail
i never trust none them packs in mail
[verse: lil uzi vert]
my n+ggas movin’ them bird, and if that ship sink
better not panic
my n+ggas movin’ them birds, the same ones that not in top ten
i know i’m industry vert, but i fell in love with the work
rockstar life in reverse, ask yo lil’ b+tch i got 50 round burst
she hold my sh+t in her purse, i hold my d+ck off a perc
b+tch get f+cked in the trap, this b+tch too freaked out lift up her skirt

[verse: no savage]
oh well, i’m known to catch every shot odell
she come in the trap, and try to f+ck a mil
can’t pay me through cash, i’ll send it through zelle
i’m f+ckin’ with uzi, and sliding that vert
[?] wait for your dirt
if you scared as sh+t, n+gga go to a church
[?] i’m fly, she wasn’t on me
ass fat hit em’ in the head he a [?]
n+ggas around me got coke for the get back
[?] rolex, he coppin’ the ten pack
try, bet you gon’ die, try, spinnin’ that fye, why
i’ll knock his out of line, i keep a 40 no 9
i’m tryin’ tell her i’m trying
everything on me designer, even my head and my belt
we got a whole lotta work
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’ll take his b+tchass left, call me the crashbag

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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