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no rubbers - lil uzi vert lyrics

[intro]
let’s go
i’m in this b*tch with g5 [?], i ain’t talkin’ bout the group
i f*cked your b*tch in the coupe
yeah the coupe don’t got a roof, bulletproof don’t got a wha*

[chorus]
pray to god put that sh*t on my mama
pray to god that i’m on [?]
f*ck ya b*tch, put my d*ck in ya mama
presidential on my wrist it’s obama
religiously in the bank, pray to commas
take a perc, man this sh*t made me dumber
took a x pill and made me just love her
she wanna f*ck so a n*gga gon’ gut her
all my b*tches yeah they straight from the gutter
pray to god put that sh*t on my mama
pray to god that i’m on [?]
f*ck ya b*tch, put my d*ck in ya mama
presidential on my wrist it’s obama
religiously in the bank, pray to commas
take a perc, man this sh*t made me dumber
took a x pill and made me just love her
she wanna f*ck so a n*gga gon’ gut her
all my b*tches yeah they straight from the gutter
i’m tryna hump, lil b*tch i can’t rub her
h*ll nah i don’t believe in no rubbers
h*ll nah i don’t believe in no rubbers
[verse]
i got the pack of the pounds, i sell it for high, its bath salts in this b*tch
i got this hoe in the back smoking k2, she just off in this b*tch
pull up a big body can’t do a putt putt, i ain’t tryna golf in this b*tch
i want my big dogs, not no bow wows, ain’t no share mouths in this b*tch
b*tch my gun that sh*t go bow bow, blatt, b*tch i’m slime now
b*tch i got 40, this sh*t can’t calm down, silencer on it, it pipe down
switch on my gun, yeah i gotta aim it right there
stevie wonder he can see with my sights now
if i get locked up answer my kite now
smoking on k2, i feel like a height now
don’t judge me, you don’t know what i do with my spare time, put the cocaine in the muhf*ckin’ spare tire
my h*llcat blood i pulled up a redeye
[?] so high, might try me some heroine
i ain’t talkin’ bout needle, that pill i’m bp
b*tch i’m on gas, just like bp
vans on my feet slip on, they gg
big ass rock chain on my neck like a seaweed
now tell me do you love me jt
hit that sh*t from the back gave you a [?]
poppin’ that [?] hit that p*ssy in hd
i got that glock or the fn on xd
none of my ex b*tches wanna x me
she don’t f*ck with the uzi but want s*xt me
keep tryna hit my phone, keep tryna text me
if i text her back, do it off text free
just like some oxtails, b*tch wanna neck me
allergic to broke n*ggas, i need a epi
i gotta check in my pocket, can’t check me
you got all these guns on you where your [?] be
[chorus]
pray to god put that sh*t on my mama
pray to god that i’m on [?]
f*ck ya b*tch, put my d*ck in ya mama
presidential on my wrist it’s obama
religiously in the bank, pray to commas
take a perc, man this sh*t made me dumber
took a x pill and made me just love her
she wanna f*ck so a n*gga gon’ gut her
all my b*tches yeah they straight from the gutter
pray to god put that sh*t on my mama
pray to god that i’m on [?]
f*ck ya b*tch, put my d*ck in ya mama
presidential on my wrist it’s obama
religiously in the bank, pray to commas
take a perc, man this sh*t made me dumber
took a x pill and made me just love her
she wanna f*ck so a n*gga gon’ gut her
all my b*tches yeah they straight from the gutter
i’m tryna hump, lil b*tch i can’t rub her
h*ll nah i don’t believe in no rubbers
h*ll nah i don’t believe in no rubbers

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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