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lil uzi vert - rip ms connie lyrics

[intro: birdman & lil uzi vert]
yeah
(we got london on da track)
we on that type of time
you understand?
standin’ on business (yeah)
you know london? (phew)
rich gang, ysl (ayy)
ayy, free slime (talk to them, motherf+ckin’— uh)
ayy, ayy, uzi?
you got the ball, it’s your turn, playboy (blatt)
let’s get it (what)

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
i put my d+ck in your mommy (yeah)
i put the drum on the tommy (yeah)
i take the [?] out the zombie
she barely saw me that night
rest in peace to, um, ms. connie
i been fresh since abercrombie
i swear that b+tch on her honey
got a b+tch, look like ashanti
stank p+ssy, smell just like cheddar (blagh)
s+xual b+tch and she hetero’
orchestrate, yeah, editorial (phew)
i just paid for an opp’ burial (yeah)
suck my d+ck, look then i’ll marry you
she suck on the jet, she get aerial
now, why the f+ck would i just care ’bout you?
you f+cked so many n+ggas, embarrassed too
[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
most of my b+tches, they dancers
the sh+t— i won’t say, i’ll get canceled
i ‘member back i was younger, google told me i had cancer
ball like i’m deion sanders, nike my sb, no pandas
most of my b+tches, they standin’
f+ckin’ on hoes, every stamina

drop+top the coupe like a sandal
they can’t do me like i’m jfk
they can’t do me like i’m hammer
she tried to act like the chimpanzee
she tryna eat the banana
i’m tryna pull up, a lambo
dame la b+tch, like i’m dembow
and that big b+tch, she get ratchet
she in dubai with a fatty
i’m in dubai with a baby, eatin’ on hummus and crackers
my new mansion be like chapel
b+tch you the bait like a tackle
i got a n+gga came from outta’ town
bro chewed him up like some bad food
double park all of my foreigns
i get the tickets like raffles
only in philly, get packs gone
you ain’t got swag, you shop lapstone
i got a bad, foreign, thick b+tch
i cannot see her like ab+soul
i take the molly with pressed salts
i cannot take that lil’ capsule
b+tch i take drugs, see my p.o
want act’ like it’s nothing, i took a picture for her kids
i f+cked a b+tch at the top of the week, i had to change my sheet ’cause she peed on my bed
those sh+ts’ you got on is not, um, a fur coat you look like you tacky, that sh+t like a bear
i don’t wear fur coats, but if i just do it, don’t do a mink, save ‘em ’cause that sh+t ‘gon shed
so many foreigns, play musical chairs
they say i’m trash, i got musical fears
i change my style four times a year
b+tch, i can’t die, got dye in my hair
if people don’t like me, you think that i care?

everytime it’s achievement, my team, they say cheers
‘bout to go skydiving, don’t go no fears
hold on, the opp, be quiet in here
i got my, woo, i’m outta here
.30 my clip like my dog got big
my glock ‘gon assist me like it ain’t on pills (yeah)
my glock ‘gon assist me like it ain’t on pills (yeah)
my glock ‘gon assist me like it ain’t on pills (yeah)
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
i put my d+ck in your mommy (yeah)
i put the drum on the tommy (yeah)
i take the [?] out the zombie
she barely saw me that night
rest in peace to, um, ms. connie
i been fresh since abercrombie
i swear that b+tch on her honey
got a b+tch, look like ashanti
stank p+ssy, smell just like cheddar (blagh)
s+xual b+tch and she hetero’
orchestrate, yeah, editorial (phew)
i just paid for an opp’ burial (yeah)
suck my d+ck, look then i’ll marry you
she suck on the jet, she get aerial
now, why the f+ck would i just care ’bout you?
you f+cked so many n+ggas, embarrassed too

[outro: birdman]
yeah, it’s up and it’s stuck
so high we can’t see the bop, on nap
free the real, for real, free the real
blatt

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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