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headshot - lil uzi vert lyrics

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[chorus]
headshot, make a n*gga body rock
runnin’ from like thirty cops
i’ma stop, misdemeanor in my socks
matter fact, b*tch, i’m out, man, i got a better route
bad b*tch talkin’ sl!ck, that mean she got a better mouth (shee—)

[verse]
nowadays i stick and move
no, i cannot trust these dudes
i don’t ever f*ckin’ lose
can teach you how to f*ck in twos
i’ll get you k!lled, by the n*gga that’s right under you
not the one in front of you
talkin’ ’bout that other dude
count up right in front of you
blew up like a innertube, now she tryna f*ck with me
told this b*tch, “i been the move,” diamonds in my other t**th
took that b*tch right to the moon, f*cked her in my bucket sеats
uh*uh, ain’t no touchin’ me, n0body as bad as me
no, they can’t еxplain it with no science or anatomy
no, these n*ggas not as half as me and i’m not half a athlete
i cannot imagine all this money i made off half a piece
these n*ggas surprised that i got n*ggas that’s gon’ blast for me
my n*ggas they steppin’, look like they got micheal jackson feet
i said, my b*tch she so bad you probably thought it was the ass for me
smokin’ on this gas and i can say it’s just a pack for me (woah)
yeah, i’m unusual, yeah, come through slidin’ at your funeral
we done put a hole in him bigger than a hula hoop
made him hit the shoulder, lookin’ like he doin’ uzi moves, oh my god
i done rolled my eyes when i went into the bank, because i made another million and i couldn’t even think
can’t even beef with these n*ggas ’cause i don’t even eat no steak
pescatarian, so i be like, “my sh*t don’t stink”
when my b*tch outside, yeah, my b*tch don’t blink
when my b*tch outside, yeah, my b*tch look straight
man, i nutted in your b*tch and i prayed for a blank
(prayed to the block, now my pink ring on saint)
said i got more money than your man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
hundred*twenty racks, when the money start to stand up
just from that statement, then she let me f*ck on camera
(she let you f*ck on camera?)
i just want the dandruff
[chorus]
headshot, make a n*gga body rock
runnin’ from like thirty cops
i’ma stop, misdemeanor in my socks
matter fact, b*tch, i’m out, man, i got a better route
bad b*tch talkin’ sl!ck, that mean she got a better mouth (shee—)
headshot, make a n*gga body rock
runnin’ from like thirty cops
i’ma stop, misdemeanor in my socks
matter fact, b*tch, i’m out, man, i got a better route
bad b*tch talkin’ sl!ck, that mean she got a better mouth (shee—)

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