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hush money - lil uzi vert lyrics

[intro]
f*cked on your b*tch, then i leave on her
dog*ass n*gga got fleas on him
sucked on the d*ck like she ain’t got knees on her
jumped on the jet and i put a couple p’s on it
jumped in the foreign, it ain’t come with no keys on it
this my sh*t, little n*gga, ain’t no lease on it
don’t even breathe on it
cooking up the work without a mask and i sneezed on it
poured up a four and a n*gga might lean on it
heart is confused ’cause i popped a little bean on it
freak*ass b*tch made me nut too, i peed on it
gotta wear a condom ’cause i can’t put my seed on it
no, rеally, hold on, wait, where am i?

[chorus]
f*cked on your b*tch thеn i leave on her
dog*ass n*gga got fleas on him
sucked on the d*ck like she ain’t got knees on her
jumped on the jet and i put a couple p’s on it
jumped in the foreign, it ain’t come with no keys on it
this my sh*t, little n*gga, ain’t no lease on it
don’t even breathe on it
cooking up the work without a mask and i sneezed on it
poured up a four and a n*gga might lean on it
heart is confused ’cause i popped a little bean on it
freak*ass b*tch made me nut too, i peed on it
gotta wear a condom ’cause i can’t put my seed on it

sit on my lap like a motherf*ckin’ seat on it
shot a n*gga first, f*ck tellin’ him, “don’t bleed on it”
talking ’bout the opps, got watch, got b on it
b*tch give me head to an h, need to leave on it
i got hush money, baby, we should cash app g’s on it
sedan, then i pull up, yeah, that sh*t got a v on it
van damme when i break a n*gga down, we amnest’ him
trans*am, pull up in the whip, go 300
treat the b*tch like my sneaks, i don’t want her if her crease hungry
svj fit to go, go faster
if i ain’t rap, yeah, i’d probably do nascar
pop in a sp*cex looking up nasa
house big as a church but no, i’m not a pastor
i know my dad, but i’m one lucky b*st*rd
don’t eat no veggie but stay with that cabbage
n*ggas ain’t gang, i swear they be false*flagging
n*ggas, they little, i swear i’ve been passed them
pull up on you and your gang like, “what’s happening?”
b*tch think she rich ’cause she got a little ass lift
all of my b*tches, they all made of plastic
most of y’all n*ggas, they live in the past tense
most of my n*ggas, they all in a mansion
i got my burner, not talking no matches
most of y’all n*ggas, they all in our ashes
i done saw a lot of sh*t through these glasses
i used to sleep on a twin blow*up mattress
now i’m somewhere chillin’ in calabasas
i pop the 15s, i’m smoking molasses
1600 like the army, get drafted
if you with the other side, you get blasted
five panels supreme on my head, that’s fashion
i got the same car that’s got something to happen
if you was in my shoes, would you really outlast it?
put that sh*t in the mail, had to repack it
i got these b*tches, i’m forever lasting
so many cars, told them hoes, “why they asking?”
12 pull me over, i’m changing my accent
ask for my id, then i’m slowly sn*tching
switch up the paint on the car, i relax it
gta, cops see me, don’t know what happening
hey, hey, how you doing, b*tch?
do you want to f*ck with me?
come get ruined, b*tch
i could f*ck you every angle, turn your ass kirgizstan
hold on, get off me, ho
no, for real, get off me, get off me
i’m going through it, b*tch
i need an rp, b*tch
i’m about to lose it, b*tch
suck it ’til you lose your lips
i can make your coochie spit
i’ma let the toolie spit
yeah, she like uzi wrist
that is not uzi’s b*tch
shoot her to the uzi clip
i could go and just richard the wrist
i’m really just richer than this
yeah what? 7*6*2 what?
don’t forget 5*5*2
whoa, whoa, whoa
my n*ggas mixing the sticks
my n*ggas really out here and they whipping the bricks
bro selling work so he don’t take no checks
that n*gga f*cked in that so he don’t got no credit
the ones go hand*in*hand
soon as the word come in, trap going
watch that little p*ssy, b*tch, that sh*t tw*t
i was on a percocet search on six xans
little n*gga, but you know the money real big man
and my little n*gga probably could hurt your big man
i need an rp, b*tch
i’m ’bout to lose it, b*tch
suck it ’til you lose your lips
i can make your coochie spit
i’ma let the toolie spin
yeah, she like uzi wrist
that is not uzi’s b*tch
shoot her to the uzi clip
[chorus]
f*cked on your b*tch, then i leave on her
dog*ass n*gga got fleas on him
sucked on the d*ck like she ain’t got knees on her
jumped on the jet and i put a couple p’s on it
jumped in the foreign, it ain’t come with no keys on it
this my sh*t, little n*gga, ain’t no lease on it
don’t even breathe on it
cooking up the work without a mask and i sneezed on it
poured up a four and a n*gga might lean on it
heart is confused ’cause i popped a little bean on it
freak*ass b*tch made me nut too, i peed on it
gotta wear a condom ’cause i can’t put my seed on it

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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