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lil uzi vert – yea hoe lyrics

[intro]
thugger, uzi, brrt

[hook: young thug]
my lil’ n-gga popping at your brain like yea hoe
my n-gga we switch, won’t do no same like h-ll no
brand new yeezy boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
if you got pepper spray you better back up you ain’t a foe
i be the richest, i be the richest
i got an ole bad b-tch and she my mrs
i want to kiss it, i want to l1ck it
i want to bend that muhf-cker over and let’s get it

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
okay i might pull out in a ‘rarri yea (skrrrt)
i got to get my dough, i stack my money yea
looking at my chain white gold, i’mma just call some names
now my old b-tch salty yea, she keep calling me
swerve around that b-tch, while she walking, aye
diamonds on my wrist clearer than blu-ray yea
had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah
now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days yea
told your b-tch suck on the head and i nut in your mother’s face
yeah, me and thugger do so well on earth
cause we from outer sp-ce
like boy you so bummy don’t talk about money
we got the cake
like boy you so bummy don’t talk about money
we got the cake

[hook: young thug]
my lil’ n-gga poppin’ at your brain like yea hoe
my n-gga we switch, won’t do no same like h-ll no
brand new yeezy boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
if you got pepper spray you better back up you ain’t a foe
i be the richest, i be the richest
i got an ole bad b-tch and she my mrs
i want to kiss it, i want to l1ck it
i want to bend that muhf-cker over and let’s get it

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
you told me that b-tch was cool, that b-tch was loose
pull up in my yeezy boosts
ya i don’t follow no rules
ya my car it don’t got no roof
ya hit her so hard she gon’ sue
ya that lil’ b-tch she not new
ya rick owens all on my shoes
ya your b-tch stuck to me like glue
counting the money, counting the money, now i’m the man in my city
f-ck with some c’s, f-ck with big b’s, driving around in a bentley
went to the hood, got a lil’ b-tch, bet you lil’ uzi gon’ hit her
lil’ uzi leave that b-tch dripping
she mad at me pull out remy
smoking this gas, popping these xans
ya you know i’m a lean sipper
ain’t about money why is you talkin’?
i smack you right with my hand
lil’ uzi cool like a fan ya
my new b-tch she got a man ya
all these hoes they my fans ya
walking around with all these bands ya

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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