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veeze - sexy liar lyrics

[intro: veeze]
ooh, my bad—
ooh, my bad i flexed on you, n+gga, i wasn’t even tryin’ to
i’m—
(m.o.b. waddup)

[verse: veeze]
ooh, my bad i flexed on you, n+gga, i wasn’t even trying to
i’m at the top, but, kid, you climb up here, you gon’ need some hiking boots
oops, my bad, i spiked my juice, i told myself don’t buy no juice
put my crew against your crew, we throwin’ sh+lls like tacos, fool
she send me all kind of nudes, baby, i ain’t got no time for you
i’m a thot breaker, baby, i’m in the love no thottie crew
hollow make your body move, give his ass embalmin’ fluid
cuz said it’s gun war, you better not bring no knife into it
he a mad fan, i understand, but we is not into it
ask my philly n+ggas about veeze, he a slimy bull
when i met lil baby, i already had four pockets full
she dreamin’ ’bout our weddin’, all i said is, “hey,” and, “how you doing?”
my hand glowin’, my hand glowin’ like micheal
my cup red like seventh day of her cycle
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no freak b+tch, the whole gang recycled
you so much of a lil’ boy, they should charge you as a minor
he showed love when he seen me, but he sneak dissin’ in private
i know you mad i called you broke, on me, i wasn’t even lyin’
i’m back talkin’ my sh+t, n+gga thought weakness was my kindness
what type of n+gga out here sayin’ he beefin’ but he harmless?
you ain’t heard ’bout veeze? man, you trippin, he the hardest
g.o.a.t, put my picture with muhammad
stake out where he live, put his pic in a medallion
i need a machine, it’s too thick for me to count it
if i ruled the world, free the n+ggas pushin’ powder
i know that you say this p+ssy mine, say it louder
i know that you say this p+ssy mine, say it louder
i really just like the way it sound when you lyin’
i really just like the way it sound, s+xy lyin’+ass b+tch
[outro: lil uzi vert]
yo, bro, i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m drunk as sh+t right now, i’m turnt
i got motherf+ckin’, um, sour patch kids, only peach flavor though, the watermelon sh+t out of style
let me tell you somethin’, i’m makin’ a 7+eleven pizza in the oven right now, right?
i got on all uzi made sh+t, straight from j+pan
i got on motherf+ckin’ west indie air forces right now
my socks match the sole of my sneaks
my bracelets match my watch
my watch match my hat
my hat match my braids
my grills, forget about it
basically what i’m sayin’ right now is, the motion that i’m havin’, you can’t even put this sh+t in 4k, bro
i’m just tellin’ you right now
i ain’t worried ’bout no n+gga, i ain’t worried ’bout no b+tch
you could mix ’em together and make a cat+dog, you hear what i’m sayin’?

- veeze lyrics

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