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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
Snow Strippers
Snow Strippers
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald E Cannon
Donald E Cannon
Songwriter
Gaspard Auge
Gaspard Auge
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Xavier de Rosnay
Xavier de Rosnay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Holland
Frank Holland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Cannon
Cannon
Producer
Kamron Krieger
Kamron Krieger
Assistant Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Top Floor Sleep on me if you wanna I can't even see myself, be myself, be myself I can't even see myself, I'm myself, I'm myself I can't see myself, hurt myself, hurt myself I can't be myself, see myself, fuck myself (I wanna see it) I can't be myself, see myself, I'm myself I can't be myself, see myself, slice myself (don't be shy) I can't sell my soul, clean my soul, slice my soul I can't be myself, see myself, freak myself (woah) Freak myself I can't free myself The fire alarm, the fire alarm The fire alarm, the fire alarm Take your bitch, call emergency Ain't no bitch never heard of me I fuck hoes off burgundy, she said "Can I get a Birkin please?" I did three hoes in one day, so I gave my fourth girl dirty D In her jaw, she want a breaker, Ed, Edd and Eddy like Double D Sent her an Uber, like "Come with me" I ain't even touch her, she cum for me Takin' these percs, she known for me Fuck on her friends, 'cause she wrong for me (freak myself) Don't be nervous (fuck on her friends, 'cause she wrong for me) I just want you to go crazy when the beat drop, just like, just- Takin' these percs, she numb for me Fuck on her friends, yeah, she wrong for me (freak myself) Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah Takin' these pills, and these pills got me outer space Got me out of my mind, I went and-, aagh All of my money, my pants, my money, my money, my pants My watch on my wrist, it ain't coachin' with fans My Richard, my Richard, my Richard a millie It cost way more than your lil' Rollie I treat my foreign like it was a stoley I put the ice on my ankle like goalie Diamond my neck and it can't get no colder Solitaire ring, and my neck is boulder Love for my job, but I'm still sellin' coca I know some bitches that diggin' the soda I like this bitch, but I can't even hold her None of these bitches, we really don't own 'em Yellow stones on me, they look like it's sunny One of my chains on my neck is a Franko It was a dip in the ocean like Homer None of these niggas they fresher than Uzi Feelin' up on me like an organ donor, woah None of these niggas they fresher than Uzi Feelin' up on me like an organ donor She gave me head like that bitch got diploma Can pour up a four, but I ain't want paloma She pull up on me to handle the boner Original YSL, bitch, I'm a stoner, woo, woo The fire alarm, the fire alarm The fire alarm, the fire alarm The fire alarm, the fire alarm The fire alarm, the fire alarm Woo-woo, woo-woo Woo-woo, woo-woo Woo-woo, woo-woo Woo-woo Woo-woo
Writer(s): Donald E. Cannon, Xavier De Rosnay, Gaspard Michel Andre Auge, Symere Woods, Graham Perez, Tatiana J. Schwaninger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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