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lil uzi vert - light year (practice) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i like real ratchet b_tches (keep goin’)
i mean real ratchet b_tches (brr, keep goin’)
i see all these girls and they lookin’ so thick (keep goin’)
but i got real racks to get (real racks to get, i ain’t worried ’bout them)
rick owen match the bed, yes, i sleep in designer
eatin’ my cereal with ice_ice diamonds, so when i’m eatin’ breakfast, i’m shinin’ (yeah)
tony hawk, lil uzi be grindin’
diamonds, they p_ssy and issey raf simons
i’ma be litty, i’ll wait ’til i’m fifty
no, matter fact, sixty, she tryna get with me
she suckin’ daytona, and every timе that she go deep throat, it feel like the hеmi (feel like hemi)
at the least, it’s a burst, i don’t do no semi
like i don’t think a purse could hold all these new bands (let’s go)
like racks look so dumb in my pants
i got so much like i need a suitcase, like
i’m the type of n_gga beat my case and the motherf_ckin’ judge never saw my face
look at them now
know it’s some n_ggas that think i’m a clown
that’s cool, this money can, um, get you down
b_tch, we in philly with three thousand rounds
n0body want smoke, we got beef out of town
n_ggas be like, “why you always out of town?”
sh_t, i’m on the jet with this pound
(universe slide in the 250, listen for a jet, jet feel like a plane)
[verse 2]
okay, let’s talk ’bout the pape’
i got all types of cake, i made three m’s off eighths
made like fifty off hit, and i’m still on my sh_t, and i’m rich, no debate
pardon my wraith, i mean this is a sp_ceship
my girl lookin’ good, always think of you lesser
in my bedroom and my eyes’ll undress her
her head on the dresser like, “d_mn, girl, you s_xy”
shout out my patek, my patek my bestie
been ballin’ so long, i swear i need an espy
diamond my neck, yeah, that sh_t like wayne gretzky
now he got the switch, but he used to watch jessie
disney channel, that n_gga be catchy
i’m catchy too, but i watched ed, edd n eddy
need to stretch all these fake_ass n_ggas ’cause they fetty
i ain’t gon’ lie, i don’t think that they ready

[chorus]
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready (woah)
think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
i don’t think that they ready, i don’t think that they ready
[verse 3]
i got the fan on me just like i’m jake (huh?), money all over the place
diamonds cleansin’ your face just like up, like ovation
no, i never f_cked your b_tch, i’m just smashin’ her face
i got glass on the bezel, got glass on the face
but it came like this, it’s a factory date
these n_ggas p_ssy, they soft like a chafer
irritatin’ that b_tch, you so aggravatin’
f_ck you thought, that i lost?
i’m swaggin’, i’m awesome, i’m saucy, my brain, i lost it
just like randy, put my arm out, i’m awesome
put a hole in the n_gga like a dolphin
i told my big bro we ain’t takin’ losses
i got some secret money in the coffin
smokin’ the candy shop, it got me coughin’
b_tch, it’s so hot like i turned on defroster
i’m fresh off the nitrous, ain’t mess up a bit_it
how you say that i’m soft when i’m always revealin’ you?
got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess who’s the villain now?
he call sixteen hoes, sh_t, i guess he a dunzo
now she be on two drums, on your bongo
smoke so much, i don’t know where my lungs go

come to my block, yeah, it look like a gunshow
trap out apartments, it’s only a front door
puttin’ on for my block ‘fore i could leave, fronto
put my arms in my hoodie, this sh_t look like a puncho
if i stand on the money, then i’m tall like huncho
look, i ain’t tryna tussle, end of discussion
my shooter with me got bodies like he russian
fast money, slow money, i don’t care, i ain’t rushin’
my block hot, this sh_t like an oven
this sh_t like an oven, this sh_t, it be bustin’
i ain’t hollywood, do some sh_t for my cousin (yeah)
that’s what i’m posed to, but that sh_t wasn’t nothin’
i just got a n_gga hit for like four or five hundred
i just came from the a with like four or five b_ttons
(eternal atake 2)

- lil uzi vert

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