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involved - lil uzi vert lyrics

[intro]
raw sh*t, only raw sh*t
straight raw

[verse 1]
four*four bulldog sh*t gon’ hit (baow)
my other pocket full of dogsh*t
neck on flood, arm got so many diamonds like, “d*mn, i miss my wrist”
now tell me what’s the gist?
pink sh*t, white sh*t, blue sh*t, yellow diamond look like p*ss
whisk that wrist, young n*gga cook like this
life so crazy, write a book ’bout this (yeah)

[verse 2]
huh, what? that’s not my b*tch
ayy, yeah, she is a monear
huh? what? she kind of violent
huh? yeah, handle the b*n*r
huh? what? bro got the glock
huh? yeah, he is a toter
huh? yeah, goyard my bag
huh? yeah, i am a toter
huh? yeah? i got a lawn
huh? yeah, but i’m not a mower
huh? yeah, i got a farm
huh? what? but i’m not a grower
huh? yeah, she suck my organ
huh? yeah, but i’m not a donor
huh? what? knocking down pins
huh? yeah, but i’m not a bowler (lil uzi, huh? what?)
[verse 3]
gun on my waist
huh? yeah, but i’m not a showеr
huh? yeah, this b*tch got a switch
huh? yeah, i gotta blow her
huh? yеah, my money too thick
huh, yeah, i need a folder
huh? yeah, this b*tch, she too thick
huh? i can barely fold her
money stuffed, barely could walk (stuffed)
plugged in just like the aux
i still go to the mall even though i just been brought it all
i got that b*tch that suck it up
for some reason, i can’t cut her off
maybe because that b*tch l!cked the b*lls
blue in my pocket, ain’t no crips involved
n*ggas, they talking, get the hits involved
put up the money, get the sticks involved
beam on that glock and they ain’t miss at all
do it in crocs so i ain’t slip at all
i got a b*tch that l!ck it too, it’s soft
i done went issey miyake my drawers
she said she never even heard of issey
ghetto b*tch in the fashion rocking ricky
rocking high fashion in the hood, i’m drippy
yeah, my pockets stick out, fatter than missy
i went to paris just right in a d*ckie
i pour the four of the wock in a simply
i wrap up my mood and i move off the envy
i’m in the club eating breakfast like envy
all of my cars, they’re mine, not a lendy
asian b*tch on my side, i’m eatin’ kimchi
i’ma keep goin’, no i cannot stop
yeah, it’s still marni that’s all on my socks
i treat the rap game like it’s stars
i spent the whole thing on my watch
n*ggas be talkin’, most of it be lies
b*tches be nasts, most of ’em be floss
b*tches be freaks, most of ’em be bi
f*ck on her once, then i told her, “bye”

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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