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lil uzi vert - pull up in my coupe lyrics

[intro]
diamonds the lock, pullin’ (yuh, yuh)
bugz on the beat
diamond my lock, can’t pull off
lil uzi vert
(okay, okay)

[chorus]
diamond my lock, can’t pull off (phew)
‘rari inside, and pull off (phew, skrrt)
i just bought mama a mansion (phew, yuh)
i just bought myself a new lock (phew, right)
and one more time, shout to my jeweler (phew, yeah)
on the real, he keep me cooler (slatt)
i met that girl in kailua (yuh)
i f-cked that b-tch from the luau (aloha)

[post-chorus]
okay, diamonds my neck, and i got the baguettes
and i walk around, 75 pointers (sheesh)
no, i do not want that b-tch if she naughty
and if she don’t look like her photos
nothin’ to do, pull up in my coupe, so i’ma keep hittin’ them corners (skrrt)
took off the es, that is the traction, then i speed into a donut

[verse]
okay, please do wait a minute, tell me what you
is she a nerd? give me that head like a comb (yuh)
don’t trust no watermelon, i went and spent fifty racks when at dover (right)
tell her deep throat, rather f-ck slowly (wait?)
early the morning she want all my muscle
none of my pistols they come with a holster (they don’t)
no, you cannot read my shirt ’cause it gosha
like a poster, i do not cuff you b-tch no i can’t hold ’em
i’ma shoot the suv like a roadster
a lil’ nauseated from the perc in the motion
that girl on my skin, remind me of lotion (huh)
yellow diamonds, b-tch, they beam like some torches (yeah)
she suck on my d-ck and i told her “don’t hold it”
snappin’ my fingers and i super soak it
how you ain’t know that? marry your b-tch up and hit that (hit that)
my b-tch and your b-tch headin’ up, so i bought them a wrist to match (ooh)
’cause them hoes, they earned that, them hoes f-ck with the lights on (lights on)
sh-t, i might hit it with my ice on, two in one, b-tch, ain’t no ice on (yeah)
said my money gon’ tower like the eiffel (yeah)
i was with abel at the eiffel (yeah)
made a movie with your b-tch on the iphone (b-tch)
use all flash, no lights on (lights on)
ain’t no such thing as a good girl (curse)
i done fell in love with a dyk- ho (slatt)
i’m the type n-gga, cook the rice slow (chanel)
cut the broccoli and shrimp with a knife ho
monkey runnin’ ’round my crib
makin’ them hits like i’m michael (ooh), makin’ new hits like a [?]
we gon’ score in they goalie
knockin’ they hoes down like pins (ooh)
i got addicted to bowling, she got addicted to d-ck (ferragamo)
she gonna rescue my baller
i got addicted to rick, raf simmons all on my meat
and take the nebula soul on my drip
n-gga talk sh-t, then i dirty my stick, uh
uh, why that boy keep on hatin’? (huh?)
i got that sh-t in a vaccy (ooh)
she move like she is jamaican, i run from 12 and my maises (woo)
i run from 12 in margiela, number one, i am the winner
i be prepared for the winter, uh, i break a sweat in chinchilla, uh
she on my wood, got a splinter (splinter), these n-ggas dead, pretenders
treat the bartenders like strippers, shake that -ss baby, i tip ya

[verse 2]
all blue benjis (ooh, d-mn), coupe, who in it? (yuh, girl)
i’m a menace (ooh, d-mn), they don’t get it (ooh, yeah)
act like they women (uh-huh), they against me (uh-huh)
try to get close, but you cannot pinch me, (uh-huh)
no, you cannot slime me, i’m not with it (uh-huh, slatt)
these n-ggas tryna see if i’m authentic, uh-huh (for real)
i go for the finish, automatic, no semi
she give dome for the minutes (uh-huh)
pull up whippin’ a bently, pull up whippin’ a bently
pull up whippin’ a bently, pull up whippin’ a bently
mini coupe is amazin’ (woo), you would thought that i rented (no-no-no)
first i did me three shows, get that guap and i spend it
told her, “this no kickback, better pop that p-ssy, no relax”
hang around me, might relapse, no, on the real, i mean that (ooh)
no, on the real, i mean that (ooh), no, on the real, i mean that (ooh)
if you want war, we can get you that (yeah), if you want war, then we can send you that (uh)
i be where the p’s and the bells at (yuh), and some slime, and i love that (slime)
i be with the snails and slugs (woo), yeah, that mean i be with the mud at (yuh)
i f-ck that b-tch in a sunhat (yuh), now i got beef with her brother (yeah)
i f-ck that b-tch in the main room, now i got beef with her mother
i used to f-ck with her mother, man, sh-t, that’s a long story (hah)
my crib, it came with ten stories (woo), you can bungee jump, uh (uh)
tell that b-tch “eat up,” uh (uh), i’m a young phenom, uh (uh)
kickin’ my feet up, uh, kick it like fifa, uh (fifa)
friends like elisa, every day gucci, i stay double g ‘ed up (woo-woo)
brought her some kneepads, she stay f-ckin’ her knees up (yeah)
told her that she could keep ’em, but she not a keeper (no way)

[outro]
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