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feng shui - lil uzi vert lyrics

[intro]
yeah (smokin’ good dope on these b*tch*ass n*ggas)
yeah, this sh*t too easy for me (n*ggas hoes)
yeah, uh (lil uzi)

[chorus]
when i’m in the booth, you know i make my funk face
i been f*ckin’ b*tches everyday just like it’s hump day (yeah)
let her sit front seat up in my lamb’, you know it’s suck day (yeah)
met that b*tch on sat*rday, i swear i’m done by sunday (yeah)
yeah, i knew would make all them millions, i’m like, “one day”
i was smokin’ gas, i put the smoke right where my lungs stay
n*ggas, they don’t get my swag, no, they don’t get my feng shui
louis belt up on my ass and that’s right whеre my gun stay

[verse]
oop, i mean my hip and i put d*ck right on her lip
and thеn when i tell her to dip, that b*tch, she prolly gonna dip (bye)
and i be switchin’ out my swag because these n*ggas stealin’ drip (uh*huh)
catchin’ deals off my iphone, plays off the flip (blrrt)
and i got a gangster b*tch, she like to play with the clip (h*llo?)
she put the clip right on her cl*t
a lot of weed is not a zip, i swear i’m smokin’ out the pound
sellin’ crack by the nick, b*tch, you ran out of luck, no, you’ve not lost it (uh*huh)
if i run out of backwoods i cannot light a swish’
r kelly, canary diamonds, b*tch, i’m all out of p*ss
man, i f*cked these n*ggas wifeys, man, they all out misses
she suck up on my d*ck so i’m all out kisses (mwuah)
i can’t f*ck up on that b*tch, i head that ho’ll leave you itchin’ (ew, yeah)
feel like grimes, elon musk money, this sh*t got me glitchin’
man, this rp, it keep bustin’ and this b*tch, it got me itchin’
got my dreads back on my head, but my glock gon’ need a extension
f*cked this b*tch up in my bed, yeah, she leavin’ out my tenture
b*tch, i’m gone off the meds, man, my plug got my mention
put a sword on my choppa like a lil’ n*gga fencin’
if i run out bullets best believe i’m gon’ start hittin’
i said, left, right, left, right, uppercut, hook
if i catch you with this hook, then you already shook
you can’t learn this game by no motherf*ckin’ book
if i go on a heist, no, i will not be shook
bank robbery, countin’ all these moneys and the profit
bad b*tch all on me ’cause they know that i got the dollars
i got so much money, it don’t fit in the wallet
goyard wallet on me just ’cause i’m stylish, i got—
balmains on me, i can’t do amiri (uh*uh)
i been f*ckin’ on this b*tch and this sh*t is so scary
’cause i got my own b*tch, what if that happened to me? (what?)
yeah, i got so much gas, yeah, it look like i got a tree
yeah, i got so many hoes, man, this sh*t don’t make no sense
yeah, i got so many hoes, man, i feel like 50 cent
yeah, i got b*tches on me, yeah, they want me to pay their rent
yeah, after i f*ck, b*tch, i say the money spent, yeah
four pockets full, go to the club, lil baby
b*tch, i’m blood baby, b*tch, it’s “suwoo”, blood crazy
f*ck a 360, red ‘rari, cost me three*eighty (skrrt)
duckin’ old ladies, ’cause i prolly got three babies
“bangin’ on the beat, but you from philly, how you do that?”
n*ggas keep on askin’ questions, i’ma get your crew wacked (blrrt)
act like i ain’t do it, man, don’t ask me where your crew at
b*tch, i know a voodoo doctor, i can get your crew back
pockets cheese, heavy gouda
n*ggas soft, toaster strudel
n*ggas took my f*ckin’ swag, not a snitch, i can’t sue ya
if you in my f*ckin’ section, my n*ggas gon’ prolly move you
i don’t even trust no hoes, n*gga, i only trust my shooter
i don’t even trust my shooter, ’cause i don’t know about all the bodies
i can make a ghost gun, call that sh*t a carbon copy
yeah, that b*tch, she tried to play me but she got a hard ass body
i was up for three days off some f*ckin’ good molly
all these karats, n*ggas perish, yeah, we call them n*ggas polly
i got n*ggas in atlanta and they speak of me highly
why that n*ggas got a problem? i f*cked his b*tch and i said, “prolly”
property up out the valley, i don’t even go to cali’
[chorus]
when i’m in the booth, you know i make my funk face
i been f*ckin’ b*tches everyday just like it’s hump day (yeah)
let her sit front seat up in my lamb’, you know it’s suck day (yeah)
met that b*tch on sat*rday, i swear i’m done by sunday (yeah)
yeah, i knew would make all them millions, i’m like, “one day”
i was smokin’ gas, i put the smoke right where my lungs stay
n*ggas, they don’t get my swag, no, they don’t get my feng shui
louis belt up on my ass and that’s right where my gun stay

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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