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letra de baby pluto - lil uzi vert

[intro]
(welcome to eternal atake)
(你准备好了吗?)

[chorus]
i turned to an addict, i bought me a patek
i bought her a baby one
yeah, i brought me a maybach, it came with two doors
yeah, that’s the mercedes one (for sure)
i stay with the baddest, i’m countin’ the cabbage
while makin’ my lady cum (yeah)
i bought a g-wagen, that sh-t was the brabus
that’s why i be racin’ ’em (brabus)
yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war
yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (go get it)
yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (go get it)
yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war

[verse 1]
i got static in my city, who f-ckin’ with me?
pull up with this 30 and this chopper hold a fifty
man, i heard that n-gga mickey, that’s too risky
man, we spray his car, spray his window, icky, icky
she keep suckin’ on my d-ck, tryna get a hickey, hickey
girl, i swear that p-ssy too wet, sticky, sticky
i kicked her right out of the front door, i’m picky, picky
yeah, and every time she go to call my phone, i’m busy, busy (yeah, yeah, h-llo, h-llo? h-llo?)
i heard it’s some n-ggas that’s on my head (brr)
i heard it’s some n-ggas that want my bread
oh my god
y’all n-ggas better chill before y’all all be dead (oh my god, yeah, yeah, yeah)
whole lot of, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of, whole lot of meds
yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of clothes, n-ggas be stealin’ my swag (hold up)
whole lot of, whole lot of emeralds, please tuck your baguettes
yeah, whole lot of, whole lot of red rubies on my neck
uzi, it came with a tec
the brick, that came with a vet
i can teach you how to flex (yes)
the draco, it came with a vest
the condo, it came with a pit (yeah)
my new b-tch, she came with some neck (yeah)
man, these boys ain’t believe me
until i pulled up and my neck was on squeegee (woah)
man, these boys ain’t believe me
they thought i believed in the devil like ouija
man, these boys ain’t believe me
a real rockstar, chrome heart on my beanie (yeah)
i swear these boys cannot see me
that’s why i be livin’ my life like i’m stevie
wake up, versace my b-tch
i got on that tisci, i eat fettuccine

[chorus]
i turned to an addict, i bought me a patek
i bought her a baby one
yeah, i brought me a maybach, it came with two doors
yeah, that’s the mercedes one (let’s go)
i stay with the baddest, i’m countin’ the cabbage
while makin’ my lady cum (stay with the baddest)
i bought a g-wagen, that sh-t was the brabus
that’s why i be racin’ ’em (i bought a g-wagen)
yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (yeah)
i ain’t f-ck a b-tch in so long, i’d do it in a honda accord (no cap)
i had to count my money on the ironing board
i just took that b-tch shoppin’, f-cked behind the stores

[verse 2]
i had to get all my n-ggas off bond, i had to get ’em off holding (yeah)
i had to take 12 right on the mile, drive it like my van was stolen (skrrt, skrrt)
it sing like my birthday, brand new
’cause i’m only known just to floor it (brand new)
yeah, i just know they be watchin’ it
yeah, i just, yeah, i just know they be watchin’ it
all these hoes love me
i am such a slimy guy, n-gga, do not trust me
baby, i’ma bust you way before you bust me
you shouldn’t have trusted me, girl, you got off lucky (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
if it’s beef, don’t partake
no, i do not eat steak (yeah)
all i eat is fish plates
my diamonds so cold, in the freezer, my wrist be
somewhere in the hills, prolly where my b-tch stay
switchin’ my crib and you know i’m gon’ switch states (yeah)
i made a million, yeah, off a mixtape
i made a million, yeah, off a mixtape

[chorus]
i turned to an addict, i bought me a patek
i bought her a baby one
yeah, i brought me a maybach, it came with two doors
yeah, that’s the mercedes one
i stay with the baddest, i’m countin’ the cabbage
while makin’ my lady cum (i stay with the baddest)
i bought a g-wagen, that sh-t was the brabus
that’s why i be racin’ ’em (i bought a g-wagen)
yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (yeah)
i ain’t f-ck a b-tch in so long, i’d do it in a honda accord (woah)
i had to count my money on the ironing board (yeah)
i just took that b-tch shoppin’, f-cked behind the stores (store)

[outro]
f-cked behind the stores
you know that i gotta keep it real, f-cked behind the stores (sure)
you know that i gotta keep it real, f-cked behind the stores
yeah, count up a half a mil’ up behind the store
yeah, she gone off that molly like she ain’t never take a pill before
you act like you tough like your homie ain’t ever get k!lled before
what the…
yo, what the f-ck was that?

- lil uzi vert

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