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I Gotta Lyrics


Artist: Lil Uzi Vert

 

I Gotta Lyrics

I Gotta by Lil Uzi Vert


Yeah
Lil Uzi Vert, haha
I been smackin' so hard, man (Yeah, yeah)
This sh*t so (Yeah)
Look, it go hard (I love you, star boy)
Watch (Yeah)

Little b**ch suck it up right in the chair (Yeah)
I don't know that b**ch but I told her, "Come here" (Yeah)
I got the guap, my name is Symere (Ayy)
It's nice to meet you, now, who is that there? (Ayy)
That is your friend? Oh, do you share? (Uh-huh)
Won't tell nobody, baby, I swear (Shh, what?)
That is two baddies, the grand finale
I got a check, look like a tally (Yeah)
Stay with the bands just like the Tali'
Um, my clan don't matter the climate
Um, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (What?)
Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin' (Hey)
Had to go run back the swag like a housewife
Went to the dentist, that boy like [?]
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "f**k Maserati" (Skrrt)

I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous b**ch (Yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, sh*t go swish (Swish)
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no b**ch (Uh-huh)
These niggas funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous whip (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (Yeah)
I got a ridiculous b**ch (Yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (Woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, sh*t go swish (Swish)
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no b**ch (Uh-huh)
Niggas they funny, Ridiculousness (Yeah)

Trap on the block, I'm missin' the zip (Woo, woo)
Ride through my block, your whip'll get flipped (Woo, woo)
If he owe me money then I'm chippin' his b**ch (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas pussy, they missin' a slit (Yeah)
What's the location? Got sticks in this b**ch (Yeah)
I paid a lot so no missin' the hit (Uh-uh)
I took his thot, got him missin' his b**ch (Frrp)
Countin' the guap while I'm dickin' your chick (Okay)
Trap out the Uber, do hit out the Lyft
Don't shop at Saks, I can't do that lil' Fifth
These niggas don't even know I exist
I f**k his b**ch and that sh*t like a myth
Uh, Marni on Marni, need more
She clean it up like the dick was a chore
Money on top but it start from the floor
We done bought everything up in the store

Little b**ch suck it up right in the chair (Yeah)
I don't know that b**ch but I told her, "Come here" (Yeah)
I got the guap, my name is Symere (Ayy)
It's nice to meet you, now, who is that there? (Ayy)
That is your friend? Oh, do you share? (Uh-huh)
Won't tell nobody, baby, I swear (Shh, what?)
That is two baddies, the grand finale
I got a check, look like a tally (Yeah)
Stay with the bands just like the Tali-
Um, my clan don't matter the climate
Um, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (What?)
Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin' (Hey)
Had to go run back the swag like a housewife
Went to the dentist, that boy like [?]
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "f**k Maserati" (Skrrt)

Oh, yeah, by the way, I went diamond



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