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lirik lagu where your heart go – lil uzi vert

[intro]
yeah, okay (woah)
(where am i?)
lil uzi

[chorus]
i was messing with this one b*tch
she asked me, “uzi, where your heart go?”
probably missing my racks, my b*tch, that’s stuffed deep down, right in my cargos (woah)
see, i had all kinds, i done had me a ghetto lil’ b*tch and i had me a art hoe (yes)
but it’s somethin’ about the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh (they don’t ever talk, yo)
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh (they don’t ever talk, yo)
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
thе breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh (y’all don’t еver talk, yo, let’s go)
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh (y’all don’t ever talk, yo)
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh (y’all don’t ever talk, yo)

[refrain]
the money stay in my pocket, debris (phew)
my money is taller, jermaine dupri
if i don’t get rackies, then i don’t get sleep
if i don’t get rackies, then i don’t want freaks
the money stay in my pocket, debris (phew)
my money is taller, jermaine dupri
if i don’t get rackies, then i don’t get sleep (sleep)
if i don’t get rackies, then i don’t want freaks (woah)
see lil uzi vert live
get tickets as low as $105
[verse]
i ‘member the freaks was heavy for money (money)
i stay with the beans, i don’t share no twenties (twenties)
my n*ggas be scamming that’s african money (money)
she tryna f*ck me off the arabic honey (woah)
i told that b*tch, “bye” (bye), i went to dubai (i went to dubai)
i met me a b*tch, she my arabic bunny
she keep rubbin’ her eye, she don’t bang slime
but for some reason the b*tch nose, it keep running
i ain’t scared of no n*gga, but scared of bankruptcy (phew)
when i rush to the bank, only time i be running
my pockets got pounds, you can’t even london
i don’t bust from no p*ssy, i bust from the hundreds (hundreds, woah)

[chorus]
i was messing with this one b*tch
she asked me, “uzi, where your heart go?” (go)
probably missing my racks, my b*tch, that’s stuffed deep down, right in my cargos (woah)
see, i had all kinds, i done had me a ghetto lil’ b*tch and i had me a art hoe(yes)
but it’s somethin’ about the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh (they don’t ever talk, yo)
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh (they don’t ever talk, yo)
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh (y’all don’t ever talk, yo, let’s go)
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh (y’all don’t ever talk, yo)
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh, the breesh, the breesh, the breesh
the breesh (y’all don’t ever talk, yo)
[bridge]
stacks so big, can’t hold in my hands (hands)
pockets so stuffed, man, holding my pants (pants)
so much on me, can’t even do my dance (dance)
my b*tch so foreign that i might buy a lamb’ (lamb’)
stacks so big, can’t hold in my hands (hands)
pockets so stuffed, man, holding my pants (pants)
so much on me, can’t even do my dance (dance)
my b*tch so foreign that i might buy a lamb’ (woah)

- lil uzi vert

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