Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Enemies, artist - Lil Uzi Vert. Album song Luv Is Rage, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Generation Now
Song language: English
Enemies |
Lil Uzi |
That be Maaly Raw! |
Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close |
Raf Simons on my feet, that’s why I fucked your hoe |
Middle fingers to my enemies |
, I stay in my glow |
And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most |
Ballin', I’m just on it, I’m just on it |
Gettin', all this money, off recordin' |
Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin' |
Know some lil' niggas that’ll rock you for some Jordans |
Taking double G’s in navy blue jeans like a carbon |
Oh you wanna try me, walk around you with the carbine |
Once again I had your bitch, you don’t believe me? |
Now you stalking |
Now you see that shit, now your heart is so broken |
Now she all on me, had me lost in the moment |
Drinking Hennessy, don’t get drunk, now I’m zonin' |
All my bitch grade A, fuck with B’s and some C’s though |
Number 1 that vroom, watch out for the Buick Regal |
Number 1 that vroom, watch out for them Grand Marquis |
In the hood, with my chains on, with my nina |
If you talk shit, they will kill you, that’s how I feel |
All the old folks, see us run wild, call us heathens |
Balling like Kobe, I never get cold |
All of this shit yeah I did on my own |
Talk to my momma she said me get grown |
Mama be quiet, gon' buy you a home |
I’m on a diet, that’s pussy and dope |
I’m on a diet, that’s pussy and dope |
I’m on a diet, that’s pussy and dope |
Counting my money, I’m gettin' this dough |
Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close |
Raf Simons on my feet, that’s why I fucked your hoe |
Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow |
And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most |
Ballin', I’m just on it, I’m just on it |
Gettin', all this money off recordin' |
Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin' |
Know some lil' niggas that’ll rock you for some Jordans |
I’m rocking Rick Owens, your bitch on my dick and that bitch she be hoeing |
Lil Uzi I swear that I just be going |
Lil Uzi I swear that I just be flowing (Aye) |
Drinkin' that lean when I’m with my nigga Scheme |
I swear to God, that I just be pouring |
Move like a captain and we never lackin' |
I swear to God that we stay up into the mornin' |
Niggas like my style, oh yeah I know it |
Niggas bite my style, oh yeah I know it |
Jump in the 'Rari and I’m gonna floor it |
Skitter the engine when that bitch be roarin' |
Wiz dropped by, when I was just tourin' |
Wiz dropped by, when I was just tourin' |
Collect all my calls and, I ball like I’m Jordan |
I made a porno and your bitch was the star |
You a bitch nigga and you already know |
And my brother he be whippin' the stove |
All of my niggas be grippin' the poles |
Number One rule, do not trip on no ho |
You can not get this shit right here in the store |
You can not get this shit right here in the store |
I’ma ball like I am old Derrick Rose |
I be ballin' like I am Amber Rose |
Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close |
Raf Simons on my feet, that’s why I fucked your hoe |
Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow |
And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most |
Ballin', I’m just on it, I’m just on it |
Gettin', all this money off recordin' |
Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin' |
Know some lil' niggas that’ll rock you for some Jordans |
I be ballin' like, I took the position |
Of the starter, I’m your father like collar |
Waiter, what you doing? |
Why you waiting? |
Bitches on my dick now, these niggas hatin' |
But they act, like they ain' out, here hatin' |
When I be around, they participating |
Drive around in that new shit, like I’m racing |
I be dishin' all these bars |
Throwin' out like I’m Peyton |
Why you always on my hoe tho? |
When she up in Soho |
She look at you, even if she wasn' say she taken |
Never had this much money, so a nigga pacin' |
Put my |
dick |
in her, now the thought leave her shakin' |
Okay, good food I’m tastin', bitch you leave in the A. M |
Smoke more than a damn Frenchman |
Man my girl like Sanaa Lathan |
Like I’ma legend in the making |
Fuck nigga get Nathan |
I’m flexin', finessin' |
You rockin' Giuseppe |
Your pockets ain' what I be rakin' |
Got no friends, um, next to me, enemies too close |
Raf Simons on my feet, that’s why I fucked your hoe |
Middle fingers to my enemies, I stay in my glow |
And you know they gonna intervene, my niggas do the most |
Ballin', I’m just on it, I’m just on it |
Gettin', all this money off recordin' |
Pourin', I keep pourin', I keep pourin' |
Know some lil' niggas that’ll rock you for some Jordans |