| Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
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| Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
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| I’m with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
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| Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
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| Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch (Woah)
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| All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
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| Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (Hello?)
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| At the dealer, I can’t pull this shit off the lot
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| Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
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| I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
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| That’s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
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| Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
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| Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
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| Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
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| Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Blah)
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| Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
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| Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butterscotch
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| Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot
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| Got my money, then I had to just flood the block (Yeah)
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| I’m the only one that fucked on that bitch
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| But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block (Ayy, ayy)
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| Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block
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| We got shooters that’s gon' pull up and X your block (Blah)
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| Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
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| Makin' money like a nigga don’t need to drop
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| One eye open, 'Luminati like Fetty Wap
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| Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock
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| Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
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| Gettin' guala, they don’t know when the fetti stop
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| Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop?
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| She look good, but she wear Fashion Nova
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| Took her shoppin', put her right in some Vetements
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| Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York
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| But I took her right down right in LA
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| Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
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| Intersection probably where, um, the felons be
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| I’m on Rodeo, it ain’t shit you could tell to me
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| And I’m on a boat, it ain’t shit you could sell to me
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| Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
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| Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
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| I’m with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
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| Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
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| Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
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| All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
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| Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
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| At the dealer, I can’t pull this shit off the lot
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| Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
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| I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
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| That’s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
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| Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
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| Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
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| Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
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| Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot
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| I was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lot
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| Highbridge, I was just right there on the block
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| What do they got in common with Uzi? |
| (Yeah)
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| We get money and we fucked up just on your thots (Yeah)
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| Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot
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| I’m so lit, I could make your whole strip hot
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| Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rock
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| Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thot
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| Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top
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| This Chanel, no, I don’t wear no Baccarat
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| Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat
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| Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock
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| I’m in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks
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| Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot
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| Seventeen-five for a t-shirt
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| He got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah
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| Gators on me, you can’t catch me in bummy Crocs
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| I’m a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop
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| Hugh Hefner died, so I can’t get bunny top
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| I can never die unless all my money stops
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| Fuckin' all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot
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| When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot
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| Countin' up my millions, you know it’s up a lot (Yeah)
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| Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
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| Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
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| I’m with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
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| Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
|
| Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
|
| All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
|
| Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
|
| At the dealer, I can’t pull this shit off the lot
|
| Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
|
| I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
|
| That’s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
|
| Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
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| Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
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| Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
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| Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silly Watch, artist - Lil Uzi Vert. Album song Eternal Atake - LUV vs. The World 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп