Concerts à venir de Lil Uzi Vert
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INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Uzi Vert
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Anton Martín Mendo
Paroles/Composition
Brandon Terrell Veal
Paroles/Composition
Symere Woods
Paroles/Composition
Tobias Dekker
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Leslie Brathwaite
Ingénierie de mixage
Brandon Finessin
Production
Outtatown
Production
Benjamin Thomas
Ingénierie de prise de son
Frank Holland
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Starboy
Production
Steven Tejeda
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
Yeah
Lil Uzi Vert
I been smackin' so hard, man (yeah, yeah)
This shit so (yeah)
Look, it go hard (I love you, star boy)
Watch (yeah)
Made the bitch suck it up right in the chair (yeah)
I don't know that bitch 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?
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'
Uh, my clan don't matter the climate
Uh, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (what?)
Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin' (hey)
Had to run back the swag like a Heisman
Went to the dentist, that boy like I'm Rodman
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "Fuck Maserati"
I got a ridiculous whip (yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch
Niggas, they funny, Ridiculousness (yeah)
I got a ridiculous whip (yeah)
I got a ridiculous wrist (yeah)
I got a ridiculous bitch (yeah)
My opps, they sick because I'm rich (woah)
No, it's no way, ballin' like this
I shoot my shot, shit go swish
Don't care 'bout no thot, ain't missin' no bitch
Niggas they funny, Ridiculousness (yeah)
Trap on the block, I'm missin' the zip
Ride through my block, your whip'll get flipped
If he owe me money then I'm chippin' his bitch (yeah, yeah)
These niggas pussy, just missin' a slit (yeah)
What's the location? Got sticks in this bitch (yeah)
I paid a lot so no missin' the hit
I took his thot, got him missin' his bitch
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 fuck his bitch and that shit 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
Made the bitch suck it up right in the chair (yeah)
I don't know that bitch 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?
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-
Uh, my clan don't matter the climate
Uh, one day, yeah, I'ma go diamond (what?)
Yeah, that's the reason I keep climbin' (hey)
Had to run back the swag like a Heisman
Went to the dentist, that boy like I'm Rodman
Pull up, a SRT 8 like O'Reilly
First car a Lambo' like, "Fuck Maserati" (skrrt)
Oh, yeah, by the way, I went diamond
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Tobias Dekker, Anton Martin Mendo, Brandon Veal
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