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lil uzi vert - puff lyrics

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[verse 1]
okay, lots of the money, bet it though
bet you can’t take nothing from me
back in 10th grade when i had the gumby
now i’m 19 and i still got the gun, b
got the 9 millimeter and pack in the undies
if you my son how the f-ck you got son me
b-tch said she love me but hoe i don’t love you
if you for real thot, i do not love you, i just wanna f-ck you
got me a piece of the puzzle
you can bring your friend i don’t wanna cuddle
if she from motor ball then her friend scoop it up then its right back to the huddle
so many hoes it look like an army, they march to my d-ck like hut two
and rifle with knife on the end of it so when i run out of bullets i cut you
she ask me my name and i said they call me vert
double cup full of mud mouth full of dirt
if it ain’t xanny them i’m on the purp
sippin’ the syrup now i’m slurring words
look in the mirror, now i see a curse
when i saw cara she looked good at first
now i see models that b-tch be the worst
now i see models that b-tch be the worst

[chorus]
tell a n-gga, tell a n-gga something hoe
if i ain’t eating why i’m living so comfortable
and if i ain’t skeetin’ i never claimed i f-cked a hoe
all these b-tches at my concert i’m bout to f-ck the show
tell a n-gga, tell a n-gga something hoe
if i ain’t eating why i’m living so comfortable
and if i ain’t skeetin’ i never claimed i f-cked a hoe
all these b-tches at my concert i’m bout to f-ck the show

[verse 2]
okay shoutout to dre shoutout to tina
they getting married in jamaica next season
i’m gonna be there with 26 women
once i touch down yeah i probably ain’t leaving
lot of these rappers yeah they got some secrets
i ain’t with [?] cause a n-gga be feasting
got b-tches b-tt naked going out to eat and
n-ggas they change on you just like seasons
lil uzi vert yeah that n-gga a demon
f-ckin’ yo b-tch and she eatin’ my s-m-n
n-ggas be hatin’ because they get eaten
she ain’t got asthma but i leave her wheezin’
sweating me heavily b-tch keep on breathin’
vicki and ebony they keep on screamin’
i keep on skeetin’
calling on jesus, in the two seater
lean by the liter
i can not f-ck with a b-tch
if she ain’t f-ckin’ the clique, if she ain’t sucking a d-ck
after i’m done vert be ducking her quick
working the back with the fifth
ain’t got the cash, i ain’t fronting you sh-t
drinking on lean i ain’t puffing a spliff
watch getting loose cause i’m flexing the wrist
and you on the phone while i’m texting the b-tch
and i be blessing a b-tch when she l1cking the tip
and you be kissing that b-tch like, uzi ain’t nut on her lips
i be a dog, every b-tch know i’m a pimp
minus the lisp and the ring and the limp
benihana eating lobster and shrimp
what i paid for these is probably your rent

[chorus]
tell a n-gga, tell a n-gga something hoe
if i ain’t eatin’ why i’m living so comfortable
and if i ain’t skeetin i never claimed i f-cked a hoe
all these b-tches at my concert i’m bout to f-ck the show
tell a n-gga, tell a n-gga something hoe
if i ain’t eatin’ why i’m living so comfortable
and if i ain’t skeetin’ i never claimed i f-cked a hoe
all these b-tches at my concert i’m bout to f-ck the show



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