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its gio – if juice wrld was on pop by lil uzi vert كلمات اغاني

[intro lil uzi vert, and juice wrld]
straight bars (uh huh, yeah)
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (i’m working on dying) (ima talk some sh_t) (i’m in the cut with an aerial) (um)

[verse 1 lil uzi vert]
got a b_tch, yeah, she look so good
but on the real, she in denial
diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
look like i’m standing in the nile
if you really didn’t get the last line
then your level on the brain of a child
pay attention, better do the right thing
or your p_ssy ass still workin’ at sal’s

[chorus lil uzi vert]
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)
man, she going dumb, she don’t stop
put it in hеr mouth, make her jaw lock
h_llcat fastеr than your whip stock
so why would i tell you ’bout the whips that i got?
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)
man, she going dumb, she don’t stop
put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
h_llcat faster than your whip stock
so why would i tell you ’bout the whips that i got? (yeah, let’s go)
[verse 2 lil uzi vert]
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash
i be runnin’ out of gas
every time i go to the mall just to pop the tags
i don’t really cop nothin’ at the mall
first time at the mall, copped it all
said, “a hundred thousand,” so i dropped it all
and that wasn’t my whole bankroll
body roll, waist roll, waist roll
make a b_tch do what i say so
waist trained, got a b_tch, taste just like ice cream
read her text, she said, “girl, i scream”
shot a n_gga with a 17
lil uzi, yeah, i’m from the 16
got a million, no christine
neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
lil’ n_gga but i’m doin’ big things
you ain’t ever seen a n_gga this clean
pants cost two k, big jeans
and my shoes cost like sixteen
hunnid, n_gga, that’s just what i bleed
turned a dead n_gga to a blunt of weed
and that last boy taste like reggie
’cause i just lit up philly
[chorus lil uzi vert and juice wrld]
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (let’s go)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (let’s go)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (let’s go)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (let’s go, uh huh, let’s go) (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (uh_huh)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (ew)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)

[verse 3 juice wrld]
um, i’m bound to blow up like a aerial (yeah)
the n_ggas with me don’t really speak no english
they scream and they shoot like barbarians (oh yeah)
i just saw a p_ssy, i just saw a rat
who just let tommy and jerry in? (oh yeah)
these n_ggas don’t really be n_ggas
these n_ggas be b_tches (sheesh), who let tyler perry in? (gleesh)
um, the gun i’ma carry it (gra, gra)
wet ’em up, no aquarium (yeah, yeah)
thirty clip hanging out the .45 (brra)
make it look scarier (let’s go, brra)
ain’t been this high in a long time (yeah)
everyday my money on time (yeah)
your woman blowin’ up my phone line (yeah)
told her i’ll f_ck her on my own time (let’s go)
strap, aim at your noodle, yes, yes
that’s what amateurs do (brra, brra)
b_tch, i’m a dog, b_tch, i’m an animal, i’m out the zoo
i up the glock, make ’em jump like hopscotch (brra, brra)
leave his ass sick like the flu
bad b_tches, need two, yeah
don’t trust him, he fool, yeah
hangin’ out the roof in balenciaga shoes
virgil abloh on me too (come on)
fresh ass n_gga, all these pest ass n_ggas
i’ma press that n_gga, i’ma shoot (boom)
i’m a vet ass n_gga, a patek ass n_gga
tryna find peace, ron artest ass n_gga (ayy)
they see blonde dreads, try and test that n_gga
i’ma have to cardiac arrest a n_gga
doing bernie like old yella’ (yeah)
money the age of a old fellow (yeah, yeah)
nicknamed my .45 mayweather
it’s a thot, it’s a ho, a hugh hefner
got the pot on the stove, super chef
i’m 2pac with the juice, makavelli
hundred shots in the tool, battle ready
dunk on the b_tch, i rim_rattle, mcgrady
ice on your b_tch and a tinted mercedes (uh_huh)
d_ck so good she started to pay me (uh_huh)
i got the cup like i came from the ’80s (uh_huh)
there’s white in my cup like i came from the ’80s (ayy)
you sittin’ in coach with your b_tch and your baby (ayy)
i’m up in first with my first f_ckin’ lady (ayy)
she been lovin’ the way i been f_ckin’ her lately (ayy)
f_ck around, f_ck around, (let’s go) give her a baby (let’s go)
[chorus lil uzi vert]
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (let’s go)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (let’s go)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (let’s go)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (let’s go, let’s go)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (uh_huh)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (ew)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)

[verse 4 lil uzi vert]
multi b_tches
multi, multi, multi, multi, multi_grain on my granola bar
got a multi, multi, bow tie when i rock my dior
multi, multi, multi, multi, multi_million dollar deals (let’s go)
i’ma keep it real
armstrong, marathon when i’m on a bike like my name mill (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
i can make her kneel, beggin’ on her knees
beggin’ me please, so she can see the deal
i ain’t never lackin’, i ain’t never love her
been alone from little boy so i don’t need your opinion
i been gettin’ money, n_gga, i been gettin’ plenty
i can f_ck your b_tch, make her bounce on a bentley
i was on a perky 30, she was on the henny
wait, she was f_ckin’ you, who? your cousin vinny?
that boy rat, he mouse, she minnie
f_ckin’ that b_tch and now she tryna spin me
no, and this is no iovine, not talkin’ ’bout jimmy
k!ll these n_ggas every day like they kenny
if you want money, back crawford like cindy
and if you want more, then you better get near me
i flex on my haters, pull up, threw a fifty
yo’ b_tch on my d_ck and her breath smellin’ minty
i went to the store and got me some vetements
some pradas, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’
i spend it all on that lil’ b_tch
balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’
balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’
balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’, balenci’
i’m movin’, i’m drippin’, got sauce and i’m swaggin’
’cause it easy with your b_tch on me, no, you can’t kiss me

[chorus lil uzi vert]
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)

[verse 4 juice wrld]
uh, um, i remember i was on the run
i was hitting l!cks just for fun, even though i was broke
no, i ain’t have enough dough so i was tryna get me some
tryna rob me, nah
tryna rob me, n_gga, you dumb, best believe i’m gon’ keep one
got a .30 with a drum, got a h_rny ass gun on me
i’ma up it, get to bustin’, make it cum
got a h_rny ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on
i’ma make her bust it open, make her cum, yeah
fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah
wet ’em up, fire hydrant, yeah
call my draco neji, yeah, sixty_four shot dry gun, yeah
so many drugs around me, if you with me you gon’ try some, yeah
i got the blunt and the actavis
i pour a four with a potion, i’m passionate
i’m wreakin’ havoc, i’m chillin’ with savages
shootin’ like mavericks with them automatics
radical but i move highly irrational
beat a n_gga ass in the club like raditz
guess i forgot all of my home trainin’
’cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet

[chorus lil uzi vert]
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna pop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga make your b_tch wanna drop (yeah)
i’m the n_gga that your b_tch wanna top (yeah)

- its gio

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