| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| That, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah (What?), yeah, yeah (What?)
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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| Uhm, she shake it fast
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| Yeah, she drop it slow
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| Huh, what, yeah
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| Neck on froze
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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| Uhm, she shake it fast
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| Yeah, she drop it slow
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| Huh, what, yeah
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| Neck on froze
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| Yeah, what, diamonds all on my teeth
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| Walk around Christian Loubs, diamonds all on my sneaks
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| You a broke boy got bad luck, don’t even talk to me
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| You know his girlfriend stalk on me, drop the mic and don’t walk to me
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| Foreign, foreign whip it, yeah, what is it called
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| Pull up in that shit lil' bitch, yeah, like a boss
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| Had a lil' bitch from down south, yeah, put that shit all in her mouth, ayy
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| Eatin' on veggies and salmon, ayy, no I’m not eatin' no trout
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| Boy you a bitch, boy you a snitch, heard you gon' bring them cops out
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| Talkin' that shit, you ain’t on shit, really you ain’t gon' pop out
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| Gettin' money that’s why they hate on me, still on that paper route
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| Hit so hard I pulled out, ass so fat called timeout
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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| Uhm, she shake it fast
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| Yeah, she drop it slow
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| Huh, what, yeah
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| Neck on froze
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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| Uhm, she shake it fast
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| Yeah, she drop it slow
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| Huh, what, yeah
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| Neck on froze
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| Fly to L.A. for a week, and I got Rick on my tee
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| And I got Rick on my feet, choppa on me, saggin' my jeans
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| And I put that on big B’s, ayy, shoutout G Weed
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| I got yo' hoe on the team, runnin' them laps just like a meet
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| Hunnid bands on the Goyard, ooh
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| And I got goons in my yard, ooh
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| We can rock out like guitars, ooh
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| Hoe I got lean I got bars, ooh, hoe I got lean I got bars, ooh
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| Hoe I fuck her 'cause I’m hard, ooh
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| She fuck with me I go hard, hoe I’m on lean I’m on stars
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| Uh, ayy, now we on top of my car
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| Uh, lookin' at stars like I made it far
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| Ayy, look at my chain, glow in the dark
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| What, ya thot give brain, she goin' hard
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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| Uhm, she shake it fast
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| Yeah, she drop it slow
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| Huh, what, yeah, neck on froze
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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| Uhm, she shake it fast
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| Yeah, she drop it slow
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| Huh, what, yeah, neck on froze
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| Choppa that’s full auto, kickflip bitch, Otto
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| Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
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| Cut that bitch off, Zoro
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| (Offset!)
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| I took your bitch, yeah you lost, told her come fuck with some bosses
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| Invited that bitch to my loft, hold on bitch, take your shoes off
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| The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin'
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| No, I’m not trustin' these bitches
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| No, I don’t fuck with these snitches, no
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| Uzi got choppas, extensions
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| How come I’m all in her mentions, ayy, and my Rollie three dimensional
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| Bitches dangerous like Mystikal, these niggas clone you, get your chemicals
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| Twin choppers they identical, my hands in everything, got tentacles
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| Poppin' Percys like the minerals, fuck you my hand on my genitals
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| When on the stage I got adrenaline, bout' to flex up on my enemies
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| I don’t need negative energy, these niggas not who they pretend to be
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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| Uhm, she shake it fast
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| Yeah, she drop it slow
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| Huh, what, yeah
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| Neck on froze
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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| Uhm, she shake it fast
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| Yeah, she drop it slow
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| Huh, what, yeah
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| Neck on froze |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Of Course We Ghetto Flowers, artist - Lil Uzi Vert. Album song The Perfect LUV Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп