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lil uzi vert - ze$ty boyz lyrics

[intro]
g-g-g-good work, charlie, hahahaha

[verse]
eight hundred gods, yes i be with like eight hundred guys
in the kitchen whip eight hundred pies
disrespectful, you a son of mine
i will hit you with this gun of mine
wet you like you just got baptized
b-tch, i stay right in that trap house
whippin’ bricks and off that act high
you the type n-gga that act high
talkin’ sh-t, n-gga, no rap back
i’ma have to make them bullets fly
lil uzi lit up ten guys
f-ck your b-tch then make her p-ssy cry
then i might have to take you out
like four-five have your -ss penalized
honestly, you not a friend of mine
whippin’ up, whippin’ that thirty-six
everything, use these them dirty bricks
tryna rob me, boy you dumb as sh-t
extended clip right on that forty-fifth
and we don’t say thot, we say “cat”, n-gga
so tell that cat just to come eat the d-ck
turn around clappin’ then do a split
put 24k on a n-gga wrist
pay eighty for platinum in n-gga mouth
you owe me some money, run in your house
and that be your b-tch, but she gave me mouth
i aimed for her face, skeeted on her blouse
and that be your side-relation child
and lil uzi vert, yeah he od wild
and i sip that lean, purple in my mouth
i feel like rick james steppin’ on your couch

[outro]
let’s get it!
lil uzi, lil uzi, lil uzi
f-ck it all, lil uzi
lil uzi, young n-gga

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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