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Lil Uzi Vert - I Can Show You [Official Audio]
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan T. Ortiz
Jordan T. Ortiz
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oogie Mane
Oogie Mane
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer

Letras

Uh, I'm working on dying Yeah, let me know Yeah, let it go (Yeah) I might move like a cobra But I'm far from a snake (Snake) Said I live in the moment (Moment) Got an expensive taste She tried to lie for the money, uh Know that girl want my cake, ooh (Yeah) My chain straight from the ocean, uh Your chain straight from the lake, yeah Slam on her, O'Neal (Yeah) I do not care how you feel (Woo) And all my diamonds, they teal White gold, but your chain steel (Woo) Boy, you so broke, that's real (Yeah) Armstrong on the money like Neil Red stripes when I lift my shoe (Woo) Red bottom on the bottom of her heel (Heel) Um, yeah, we take the top off the foreigns Take the top off, now she snorin' (Skrrt) Um, yeah, took my redbone on vacay' Now she woke up and she orange (Vroom) Um, yeah, I can tell them niggas fake But I don't know what he on (Ayy, ayy) Um, yeah, he known to just make it rain But I'm known to just make it storm (Woah, woah) Um, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy None of these bitches I chase, uh Bitch, I'm addicted to Chase, ayy (Woah) Money stack up in my safe, ayy Racks bustin' out so it ain't safe, ayy (Woah) She wanna hit my weed but I told this girl, "This a face" (Ayy) I swear y'all niggas, y'all late Y'all turnin' that Human Made right into BAPE, ayy Uh, your pockets are weight You try to keep up and them shits, they deflate (Yeah) Okay, I got me a 'Gatti, uh Just incase you try to race (Ayy) Okay, I know 'bout some bodies But I put my hand on my face (Shh) I might move like a cobra But I'm far from a snake (Snake) Said I live in the moment (Moment) Got an expensive taste She tried to lie for the money, uh Know that girl want my cake, ooh (Yeah) My chain straight from the ocean, uh Your chain straight from the lake, yeah Slam on her, O'Neal (Yeah) I do not care how you feel (Woo) And all my diamonds, they teal White gold, but your chain steel (Woo) Boy, you so broke, that's real (Yeah) Armstrong on the money like Neil Red stripes when I lift my shoe (Woo) Red bottom on the bottom of her heel (Heel) Uh
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Jordan T. Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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