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SONG 1: Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no green don't excite me (excite me)
I could make a ho out your wifey (out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (whoa)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (let's go)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me
'Cause I could fuck your bitch and fuck your mom and auntie (yeah)
Your girl's a five but your mom is a dime piece (ayy)
And your auntie, her name is Miss Connie (Miss Connie)
I got one Glock, his name Clyde, the other one named Bonnie (let's go)
These bitches, they think they dandy but they be just lyin' (be just lyin')
That lil' bitch can't throw it back, I swear that ho be tryin'
When I fuck her from the front it sound like that bitch dyin' (on God)
VVS, I need a vest, anemic my diamonds (whoa)
I swear these niggas talk shit but they really be hidin' (woo)
Had that boy bitch on my dick, that ho, she was just ridin'
Diamonds on my neck so wet, that shit look like Poseidon (so wet)
I stand on my money then my height, it turn to 9'10" (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas be bitin' (fuck)
Grra-ta, I'm not really with the fightin'
Yeah, me and her was vibin' (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Your bitch call me Myron (call me)
Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no green don't excite me (excite me)
I could make a ho out your wifey (out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (whoa)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (let's go)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me
Ninety thousand, that's a light band (ninety thousand) yeah (that's a light)
I can tell you, it's the real spill (I can tell you) yeah (it's the real)
Fucked your bitch just for a light bill (yeah)
Yeah, banana clip, I won't slip on the peel
And I can't slip, slip, slip, no, no, I can't miss
I got icebergs on my neck, I can sink a ship
Outer space swag, not regular, Titanic my whip
In the hood I'm not regular, I just brought my stick, baby
Oh, you think I give a fuck because I'm rich, baby?
Come on, baby, let's have sex and have a rich baby
She said, "I thought you ain't do that, " well, you dismissed, baby (bye-bye)
Uh, young nigga know I ain't changed, Lil Uzi from the 6', baby (yeah)
Uh, I don't think they like me (nah)
But when I drop this song I know they'll get excited (yeah)
She was homie girl, but now that girl is my bitch (mine)
I like them girls that do that scammin' and that swipin'
I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands
I just ran up all my bands, I just ran up all my bands
She give me head, that bitch migraine (migraine)
She give me head, that bitch migraine (migraine)
She give me head, that bitch migraine (migraine)
She give me head, that bitch migraine (let's go)
Got addicted to the road, got addicted to the stress
Got addicted to the foreigns, got addicted to the racks
Man, these boys be doin' the most
And I swear that is a fact
Man, this girl wanna give me brain
Yeah, we call that bitch migraine
Yeah, we call that bitch migraine
Yeah, we call that bitch migraine (ayy, ayy)
Yeah, we call that bitch migraine
Yeah, we call that bitch migraine
Pack all my shit, then I might migrate
Anywhere you goin', know some niggas gon' hate
I don't run from shit but the damn police
All blue hunnids to wash my face, yeah
Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no green don't excite me (excite me)
I could make a ho out your wifey (out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (whoa)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (let's go)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me
SONG 2:
Ooh, I'm startin' over
Stackin' it, it was the top, now you alright? (I'm startin' over)
I'm quite alright, damn, my money's right
Yeah, ayy, yeah, it's quite alright
I wake up in the morning, then I'm gettin' back to it (back to it)
Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' back to it
You ain't show me no love, so I turned my back to you, yeah, yeah
I can't give no racks to you (8)
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run (yeah, Lil Uzi, whoa)
Everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head
I said, everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head, whoa
Messing with your head, whoa
I been textin' her all night (night)
She know I was goin' wrong (yeah)
She left me right on read now
I'm walkin' with my head down
I gotta keep my head high
I got a whole 'nother check, not talkin' verified (okay)
Rest in peace my dead guys
I am no hater, yeah, we in the same whip
The only difference is that you do not own it (skrrt)
I can just tell by the way that you drivin' it
I pull up in that car just like it's stolen, yeah
Came a long way, came from the hallway
I can't stop, keep goin'
Yes, my life just feel like one long day
I just live in the moment (whoa)
Ooh, comin' out just when the sun down
My boys, they roofless like coupes and they really rundown
I got paper cuts from money, dollar bills covered in bust downs
Countin' with my thumb now, money make me numb now
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun (yeah)
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run
Yeah, everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head
I said, everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head, whoa
Messing with your head, whoa
I just got richer overseas, yeah
Lookin' at my watch and it's a Richard and it's green, yeah
I'm still smokin' on that good, know I'm blowin' out the steam, yeah
You wouldn't even believe the numbers stuffed up in my jeans, yeah
Tell that girl to back-back, gotta stack racks (hey)
No, I can't go out sad, can't go out bad, yeah
I told that girl I'm not no duck, this ain't Aflac, yeah
I don't wanna get older, I'm still livin' in my last year
All my life just keep goin', don't worry 'bout that
Just tighten up and keep flowin', cowabunga
'Cause she gon' ride me like wakeboard (yeah)
I'm lickin' on her body until she don't make noise, yeah
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real (real), our love is not fun
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run (yeah, yeah, whoa)
Everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head
I said, everything I said
Messing with your head
Messing with your head, whoa
Messing with your head, whoa
Whoa
I said, messing with your head, whoa
Messing with your head
Yeah
Thank you
No, really, thank you
You're far too kind
You, and you, and you
Experience of a lifetime
I see all of you (yeah), yeah
I really appreciate you
SONG 3:
Yeah, It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster, yeah
Money so old, diamonds spoiled, yeah (yeah)
My lil' bitch so spoiled, yeah (yeah)
I rub her down in oil, yeah (yeah)
I got money now you know it, yeah (yeah)
Diamonds on my teeth, yeah (yeah)
Your shit look like foil, yeah (woo)
Chris Brown said these hoes ain't loyal, yeah
None of these hoes got no morals, yeah (yeah)
All my niggas G'd up, yeah (yeah)
My glasses be D'd up
Never thought it would be days I could kick my feet up (huh?)
Never though that she would need me that much if I leave her (leave her)
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster (yeah)
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder (what?)
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder (yeah)
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
All of this is faction, no time for acting, all this money lasting (oh)
Like go out to eat, get that blackened salmon
When I'm with my girl we're Pharrell and Vashtie (yeah, wait, huh?)
Damn, it we are not lasting (huh, what?
In that pussy you know I like it rough, then I'm just blasting
Yeah, tell that 'lil bitch that I'm really from Mars
Uh, yeah, bitch do not start
Pull up my car automatic, yeah, dealt with a star
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
SONG 4:
I said girl why you keep callin'?
I said girl why you keep callin'? (Yeah)
She said I need a new whip
Yeah, 'cause I know that you still ballin'
She just wanna go back to the future, so I brought that girl a DeLorean
Twenty-one minutes until I gotta go
So I told that girl that I'm gonna slaughter it
I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town never saw her before
Told her, "Baby, we don't got that long"
Listen, this not my city show
But I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on (yeah)
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Yeah, I am not slow
These girls just want me 'cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (what?)
He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (yeah)
I hit it fast (fast), yeah, I hit it slow (slow)
Back by the mornin' girl, I gotta go
Gotta get ready, tonight is my show
If you okay, you might open my show
Got the big pointers right under my nose
These niggas mad 'cause I got all the dough
These niggas mad 'cause I got all the dough (yeah)
Changin' my style 'cause I got every flow
Got every girl, ain't no toppin' my hoes (yeah)
I understand that is your girlfriend, bro
But you know I gotta keep her close
Open your legs and I keep 'em closed
Livin' life on the edge, on a tightrope (rope)
I am so clean, I might start movin' soap (yeah)
Drive a new 'Rari, I don't need a note (skrr)
Drive a Bugatti like it's a Volvo
I got your girl and you already know
Don't really like her, we friends for the most
Cuban link tri-color, all on my choker (yeah)
Don't leave the crumb, got the bread, then you toast
If you start touchin' my gun, got no holst'
I put a coat on top of my coat
Only twenty minutes before the show
I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town, never saw her before
Told her, "Baby, we don't got that long"
Listen, this not my city show
But I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on (yeah)
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Yeah, I am not slow
These girls just want me 'cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (what?)
He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (yeah)
Damn, I just started it (started)
Man, I just started it (started)
Oh my God, please do not bother me
Don't got enough just to order me
I'm on that tree like an ornament
Money so long like accordion
You lied to me, wasn't sorry then
On the weekend, you was partyin'
It was just me, you was targetin' (yeah)
It was just me, you was targetin' (target)
Jump in the Porsche, I might target it (skrr)
Jump in the Lamb', I ain't parkin' it (skrr)
Ice is so cold, I snowboard in it
Go to my show, they applaud me in
She call my phone with emergency (ayy)
She call my phone with that urgency (ayy)
I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?" (Ayy)
I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?" (Yeah)
She said I need new a whip (skrr)
Yeah, 'cause I know that you still ballin' (ball)
She just wanna go back to the future, so I brought that girl a DeLorean (yeah)
Twenty-one minutes until I gotta go
So I told that girl that I'm gonna slaughter it (yeah)
I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town, never saw her before
Told her, "Baby, we don't got that long"
Listen, this not my city show
But I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on (yeah)
Twenty more minutes until I'm on
Yeah, I am not slow
These girls just want me 'cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (what?)
He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (yeah, yeah)
SONG 5:
That's true, that's right
She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
(Hello) I was listening to this song
It goes like
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it
I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give
You'll find another life to live
I know that you'll get over it
Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only trying to show you things
Iced out heart on your neck trying to froze your ring
I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii looking at the rain
She smiling happy but I'm laughing 'cause her new mans a lame
(Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy)
That just goes to show me money don't attract a thing (real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans (oh get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it
And I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give
You'll find another life to live
I know that you'll get over it
See I tied up my RAF, you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Compliment my style
She don't want me, I'm running wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don't want me then I'mma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather
My new chick I swear that she better
Want me back, never (ooh)
That's true, that's right
She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (woah)
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it (you'll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (no, no)
You'll find another life to live (you will)
I know that you'll get over it (oh)
That's true, that's right
She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
SONG 6:
Know I walk with the racks on me
Bad bitch want back back
And you know she throw that ass on me
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me
'Cause the cash on me
Yeah, you know she cappin' homie
Dreadlock, that cap on me
Back then they napped on me
Now they all just act homie
Now I'm hot they all on me
Pull out the Snapchats on me
I ain't got no Snapchat homie
I think it's too personal
That's what I got Twitter for
Instagram, I'll bag ya hoe
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Like, flex on you haters (Huh), hi haters (Yeah)
This is my world so it's all in my favor (Yeah)
I like all girls, yeah, all type of flavors
But that don't matter, 'cause I just got my baby (Sike)
Pull up right there in Mercedes (Skrrt)
Water, water like the Navy (Uh)
Fuck that girl 'til the sun down
Number one like I'm McGrady (That way)
Boy you said that you made me (Yeah)
Go ahead make another one
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none
I'ma love her, 'til the love is done (Huh)
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back, so her legs get numb (Yeah)
Hit from the back so long
That my own legs startin' to get numb
Suckin' me up, give me brain now she dumb
Tell her it's repercussions (What?)
Play her just like a drum
Make in a night what you make in a month (Huh)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Boy you said that you made me (Huh)
Go ahead make another one (Yeah)
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none
And I'ma love her, 'til the love is done
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back, so her legs get numb
Hit from the back so long
That my own legs starting to get numb (Skrrt)
Know I walk with the racks on me (Yeah)
Bad bitch want back back (Yeah)
And you know she throw that ass on me (Yeah)
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me
'Cause the cash on me (Huh)
Yeah, you know she cappin' homie (What?)
Dreadlock that cap on me (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram I'll bag ya hoe (Yeah)
I ain't gon' lie
Finna make one, ha
SONG 7:
Pull up if you really with it
Pull up if you really with it
Pull up if you really with the shits
Pull up if you really with the shits
Uzi, Uzi
Wake up (if you really with the shits)
Uzi, not again
You're never gonna change
Yeah
First of all, I fuck eight bitches a day (yeah)
How could you ever say Lil' Uzi gay? (How?)
Fuck four of 'em raw, fuck four of 'em safe
Think I'm splittin' the odds before you to debate
Don't want no pussy, want oral today
Pull out your tongue and just twirl it, baby
She lick on my Backwood in Prada, baby
Diamonds so wet, like a swirly, baby
Got more than a .40, if I pulled out a TEC with my borin' shit
If I'm pourin', then you pourin' and we pourin' shit
I fuck you, bitch, on cam, like a porno flick
I put diamonds everywhere, that's more than rich
Outlet broke, now I'm more than rich
Brand new foreign, now I'm floorin' it (yeah)
Don't head broke, no ignorin' it
Yeah
I'ma let you know
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
'Cause I'ma keep gettin' this guap
Mula, bands, money, whatever you call it, 'fetti
I can tell you got time to worry 'bout me
Not only is you was a fan, but you ain't gettin' no money
Flooded the face, matted the Wraith (woo, woo)
Got a new house, unlimited space (woo, woo)
It was just hard, now my life great (woo, woo)
Now that lil' girl gonna do what I say
Diamond like lake, water like sink
Pocket on Brinks, pull up in tank
Pull up in coupe, who wanna race? (Skrrt)
Smokin' that gas, don't hit the brakes
Flooded the face, matted the Wraith (woo, woo)
Got a new house, unlimited space (woo, woo)
It was just hard, now my life great (woo, woo)
Now that lil' girl gonna do what I say
Diamond like lake, water like sink
Pocket on Brinks, pull up in tank
Pull up in coupe, who wanna race? (Skrrt)
Smokin' that gas, don't hit the brakes
Diamond my Rollie, diamond my Patek
This an AP and the hand automatic
Whippin' that white in the kitchen, Bob Saget
Whippin' it slow, need to whip it lil' faster
I got the swag, one fashionable bastard
Rock out my jean, they tight leather, Mick Jagger
You think you fly, but your swag a track max
They want my sauce, because I'm a chick magnet
Hide the work in my hat and I pull out a rabbit
Bro made a lot as I trap out the caption
All of my weapons them bitches automatic
Y'all do not fuck with no semi-automatic
Girl, don't call my name, you know you call me daddy
I was off a Xanny, woke up like, "What happened?"
All these niggas, they be lyin' and be cappin'
I just pulled up to the bank and started laughin'
Started laughin'
They stay laughin', stayed at it
I paved at it, was brave at it
Stayed stackin', new Aston (yeah)
Flooded the face, matted the Wraith (woo, woo)
Got a new house, unlimited space (woo, woo)
It was just hard, now my life great (woo, woo)
Now that lil' girl gonna do what I say
Diamond like lake, water like sink
Pocket on Brinks, pull up in tank
Pull up in coupe, who wanna race? (Skrrt)
Smokin' that gas, don't hit the brakes
Flooded the face, matted the Wraith (woo, woo)
Got a new house, unlimited space (woo, woo)
It was just hard, now my life great (woo, woo)
Now that lil' girl gonna do what I say
Diamond like lake, water like sink
Pocket on Brinks, pull up in tank
Pull up in coupe, who wanna race? (Skrrt)
Smokin' that gas, don't hit the brakes
Skrrt off, skrrt off
Skrrt off, skrrt off (skrrt)
Skrrt off, skrrt off
Skrrt off, skrrt off
Uzi
SONG 8:
… I done came out with a hundred grand large, yeah (I done came out with a hundred)
I got a ten-car garage, yeah (I got a ten-car garage)
They thought I wouldn't make it far, yeah (thought that I wouldn't make it far)
Mama, I did it, a star, yeah (mama, for you, yeah, I did it)
Yellow diamond look like Marge, yeah (look like a Simpson)
Backyard so big like a park, yeah (I ain't kiddin')
Made it from Pluto to Mars (it's Lil Uzi Vert, whoa)
… If the lights go off (yeah), baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (ayy, fame, yeah)
I could never get mistaken for a lame (ayy, yeah, yeah, for a lame, yeah)
You know I love it every time she calls my name (ayy, yeah, she calls my name, yeah)
If the lights go off (ayy), baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (fame, no)
I could never get mistaken for a lame (yeah, ayy, for a lame, what?)
You know I love it every time she calls my name (huh? Name, ayy, ayy)
… I could break down the flow on the beat now (yes)
I could break down your ho into threes now (yeah, yeah)
Said my paper so old it got senile (yeah, huh?)
I done pulled up with a forty, ayy (yeah, yeah)
I get that forty, my woadie, ayy (my woadie)
I gotta go do some shows (shows)
I met some different girls all on the road (what? Ayy)
Yeah, you know how this life goes (yeah, ayy, ayy)
I can tell that these niggas, they all frauds (ayy, ayy)
All of these niggas, they tryna sabotage (ayy, ayy)
… I done came out with a hundred grand large, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
I got a ten-car garage, yeah (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
They thought I wouldn't make it far, yeah (ayy, yeah, huh? Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Mama, I did it, a star, yeah (yeah, ayy, I'm a star, ayy)
Yellow diamond look like Marge, yeah (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
Backyard so big like a park, yeah (yeah, whoa, like a park, what? Ayy)
Made it from Pluto to Mars (yeah)
… If the lights go off (yeah), baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (ayy, fame, yeah)
I could never get mistaken for a lame (ayy, yeah, yeah, for a lame, yeah)
You know I love it every time she calls my name (ayy, yeah, she calls my name, yeah)
If the lights go off (ayy), baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (fame, no)
I could never get mistaken for a lame (yeah, ayy, for a lame, what?)
You know I love it every time she calls my name (huh? Name, ayy, ayy)
… I gotta keep it low (yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Don't want no one to know (yeah, yeah, shh, shh)
I do better on my own (ayy, on my own)
Bet she still gon' sing my songs (whoa)
Yeah, my songs, oh (yeah)
Don't believe in love (huh?), I don't never know, baby (yeah)
Let it even up, now you know your time come
Let it overlap, count it off of my thumb (ayy)
She sat on my lap and her ass was so dumb (ayy)
She gon' let me crash, I hope I do not come
If she throw it back, I'm gon' make her viral (yeah)
I'm a maniac, they all know I'm psycho (yeah)
… Yeah, I got a ten-car garage, yeah (yeah)
They thought I wouldn't make it far, yeah (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Mama, I did it, a star, yeah (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Yellow diamond look like Marge, yeah (what? What?)
Backyard so big like a park, yeah (backyard so big like a park)
Made it from Pluto to Mars (made it from Pluto to Mars, yeah)
… If the lights go off, baby, would you ever change? (Change)
I was never on my high horse from the fame (fame)
I could never get mistaken for a lame (for a lame, yeah)
You know I love it every time she calls my name (it's Lil Uzi Vert)
… And I know (yeah, ayy)
I know you know that you're my baby (it's Lil Uzi Vert)
And I know (ayy, yeah, I know)
I know you know I drive you crazy (it's Lil Uzi Vert)
Ohh (uh-huh, go)
I know you know that you're my lady (it's Lil Uzi Vert)
Yeah (ayy, ayy)
You been gone so long and I can't take it (it's Lil Uzi Vert)
SONG 9:
Ah
This shit forever, I'm Lil Uzi Vert
I can't stop goin'
Woah
Rigatoni is not spaghetti
Racks is not the same as fetti
Pills and the Casa' got me deady
Fuckin' her off the Perc', ain't ready
I'ma do everything you let me
No first class, I'm always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I don't do credit
You worryin' 'bout savings, I'm worryin' 'bout checkings
Rigatoni is not spaghetti
Racks is not the same as fetti
Pills and the Casa' got me deady
Fuckin' her off the Perc', ain't ready
I'ma do everything you let me
No first class, I'm always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I don't do credit
You worryin' 'bout savings, I'm worryin' 'bout checkings
I died and came back
Your voice don't sound the same, get your range back
When the fuck did they bring these lames back? (Lame)
You said you fucked my bitch (I fucked your bitch too, woah)
But you ain't even go get your chains back (huh?)
They ran up in your crib and took your platinum plaques (yeah)
I thought that you was -, what's up with that? (What's up with? was, yeah)
I like the Crips 'cause the money in my pocket blue
I be with the Bloods and they all say, "Soowoo"
What you paid for your rent, I paid that for my shoes
If you try to diss me, boy, that's a lose-lose
Moncler on me since Luv Is Rage 2
When I made the first Luv Is Rage, it was Canadian Goose
I'm on probation, the government hatin'
Can't even see my Canadian boo
I'm never fakin', I dress like I'm Asian
Don't care what they say, I'm makin' it through
Ice on my neck, bought my mama a new home
My wrist presidential, you ain't never seen me with a two-tone
My crib residential, but I also got two homes
Don't cheat on my bitch, but I still got me two phones
I still see demons in the dark
I still see demons in the dark
Demon engine inside of a Trackhawk
They pretendin', don't speak if it ain't rack talk (woah)
Rigatoni is not spaghetti
Racks is not the same as fetti
Pills and the Casa' got me deady
Fuckin' her off the Perc', ain't ready
I'ma do everything you let me
No first class, I'm always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I don't do credit
You worryin' 'bout savings, I'm worryin' 'bout checkings
Rigatoni is not spaghetti
Racks is not the same as fetti
Pills and the Casa' got me deady
Fuckin' her off the Perc', ain't ready
I'ma do everything you let me
No first class, I'm always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I don't do credit
You worryin' 'bout savings, I'm worryin' 'bout checkings
I died and came back
Your voice don't sound the same, get your range back
When the fuck did they bring these lames back?
You said you fucked my bitch (I fucked your bitch too)
SONG 10:
Ahh (huh)
Change my number on a bitch in a second (yeah)
Not about money, then leave me a message (beep)
Spin again, spin again, just spin again
Pull up in a fish bowl, ooh, clear lens
Spin again, spin again, spin again
Spinnin' shit just like I am a ceiling fan
I got too much wet, I get the bitch, fuck
I get your bitch, fuck (wet), I get your bitch, fuck (wet)
Bitch, I'm a dog, mutt, bitch, I'm a Pit'
I leave the bitch stuck, fuck the bitch once, duck
Pop at a opp, duck, fucked on a bitch for lunch
That ho woke up a dub, she need her make-up
I got a lean cup, got ice to the brim, it's crushed
Fuckin' on mean sluts, I got a nice wife
I'm fuckin' the dogshit out of this bitch, her wig came off twice
She had a lil' fro, she look like Ice Spice
She call me lil' bro, fuckin' on models in Vogue
Niggas, they thought I was gay, but I do not know how vogue
Spin again, spin again, just spin again
Pull up in a fish bowl, ooh, clear lens
Spin again, spin again, spin again
Spinnin' shit just like I am a ceiling fan
I got too much wet, I get the bitch, fuck
I get your bitch, fuck (wet), I get your bitch, fuck (wet)
Bitch, I'm a dog, mutt (grr), bitch, I'm a Pit
I leave the bitch stuck, fuck the bitch once, duck
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MAKE SURE YOU TRAIN YOURSELF USING THESE SONGS AND MAKE THE RAPS IN THIS STYLE.
ASSISTANT: Make rap USER: Make a rap song about toilet paper, and the hoes I be getting, How the bitches be on me. You have to use words like fuck shit nigga ho bitch ASSISTANT: As a result of OpenAI content moderation, we are unable to respond to your message. Please try again with a different message. USER: Make it ASSISTANT: (Verse 1)
I'm rollin' with a stack of TP, no denyin'
Always clean, never runnin' out, I keep supplyin'
When it comes to wiping, I don't mess around
Got that cushiony softness, it's the talk of the town
(Chorus)
Toilet paper, I got that shit on lock
I'm clean as a whistle, never face a stock
Hoes be trippin', they all on my jock
But I stay focused, never gonna stop
(Verse 2)
I'm the king of the bathroom, got the throne on lock
Wiping my ass with precision, never miss a spot
I'm the shit, that's a fact, can't deny
Got the ladies lining up, they all wanna try
(Chorus)
Toilet paper, I got that shit on lock
I'm clean as a whistle, never face a stock
Hoes be trippin', they all on my jock
But I stay focused, never gonna stop
(Verse 3)
These bitches be clingy, always tryna get a piece
But I ain't playin' games, I'm just tryna release
I'm a boss, never settle for less
Got my priorities straight, always on my best
(Chorus)
Toilet paper, I got that shit on lock
I'm clean as a whistle, never face a stock
Hoes be trippin', they all on my jock
But I stay focused, never gonna stop
(Bridge)
I don't need no drama, I'm just livin' my life
Keepin' it clean, no need for strife
I'll flush away the haters, let 'em disappear
I'm rollin' strong, nothin' to fear
(Chorus)
Toilet paper, I got that shit on lock
I'm clean as a whistle, never face a stock
Hoes be trippin', they all on my jock
But I stay focused, never gonna stop
(Outro)
So remember, when it comes to TP, I'm the king
Always fresh, always clean, that's my thing
I stay on top, no need for the drama
Toilet paper game, I'm the one they honor