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letra de hush money - lil uzi vert

[intro]
f-cked on your b-tch, then i leave on her
dog-ass n-gga got fleas on him
sucked on the d-ck like she ain’t got knees on her
jumped on the jet and i put a couple p’s on it
jumped in the foreign, it ain’t come with no keys on it
this my sh-t, little n-gga, ain’t no lease on it
don’t even breathe on it
cooking up the work without a mask and i sneezed on it
poured up a four and a n-gga might lean on it
heart is confused ’cause i popped a little bean on it
freak-ass b-tch made me nut too, i peed on it
gotta wear a condom ’cause i can’t put my seed on it
no, rеally, hold on, wait, where am i?

[chorus]
f-cked on your b-tch thеn i leave on her
dog-ass n-gga got fleas on him
sucked on the d-ck like she ain’t got knees on her
jumped on the jet and i put a couple p’s on it
jumped in the foreign, it ain’t come with no keys on it
this my sh-t, little n-gga, ain’t no lease on it
don’t even breathe on it
cooking up the work without a mask and i sneezed on it
poured up a four and a n-gga might lean on it
heart is confused ’cause i popped a little bean on it
freak-ass b-tch made me nut too, i peed on it
gotta wear a condom ’cause i can’t put my seed on it

sit on my lap like a motherf-ckin’ seat on it
shot a n-gga first, f-ck tellin’ him, “don’t bleed on it”
talking ’bout the opps, got watch, got b on it
b-tch give me head to an h, need to leave on it
i got hush money, baby, we should cash app g’s on it
sedan, then i pull up, yeah, that sh-t got a v on it
van damme when i break a n-gga down, we amnest’ him
trans-am, pull up in the whip, go 300
treat the b-tch like my sneaks, i don’t want her if her crease hungry
svj fit to go, go faster
if i ain’t rap, yeah, i’d probably do nascar
pop in a sp-cex looking up nasa
house big as a church but no, i’m not a pastor
i know my dad, but i’m one lucky b-st-rd
don’t eat no veggie but stay with that cabbage
n-ggas ain’t gang, i swear they be false-flagging
n-ggas, they little, i swear i’ve been passed them
pull up on you and your gang like, “what’s happening?”
b-tch think she rich ’cause she got a little ass lift
all of my b-tches, they all made of plastic
most of y’all n-ggas, they live in the past tense
most of my n-ggas, they all in a mansion
i got my burner, not talking no matches
most of y’all n-ggas, they all in our ashes
i done saw a lot of sh-t through these glasses
i used to sleep on a twin blow-up mattress
now i’m somewhere chillin’ in calabasas
i pop the 15s, i’m smoking molasses
1600 like the army, get drafted
if you with the other side, you get blasted
five panels supreme on my head, that’s fashion
i got the same car that’s got something to happen
if you was in my shoes, would you really outlast it?
put that sh-t in the mail, had to repack it
i got these b-tches, i’m forever lasting
so many cars, told them hoes, “why they asking?”
12 pull me over, i’m changing my accent
ask for my id, then i’m slowly sn-tching
switch up the paint on the car, i relax it
gta, cops see me, don’t know what happening
hey, hey, how you doing, b-tch?
do you want to f-ck with me?
come get ruined, b-tch
i could f-ck you every angle, turn your ass kirgizstan
hold on, get off me, ho
no, for real, get off me, get off me
i’m going through it, b-tch
i need an rp, b-tch
i’m about to lose it, b-tch
suck it ’til you lose your lips
i can make your coochie spit
i’ma let the toolie spit
yeah, she like uzi wrist
that is not uzi’s b-tch
shoot her to the uzi clip
i could go and just richard the wrist
i’m really just richer than this
yeah what? 7-6-2 what?
don’t forget 5-5-2
whoa, whoa, whoa
my n-ggas mixing the sticks
my n-ggas really out here and they whipping the bricks
bro selling work so he don’t take no checks
that n-gga f-cked in that so he don’t got no credit
the ones go hand-in-hand
soon as the word come in, trap going
watch that little p-ssy, b-tch, that sh-t tw-t
i was on a percocet search on six xans
little n-gga, but you know the money real big man
and my little n-gga probably could hurt your big man
i need an rp, b-tch
i’m ’bout to lose it, b-tch
suck it ’til you lose your lips
i can make your coochie spit
i’ma let the toolie spin
yeah, she like uzi wrist
that is not uzi’s b-tch
shoot her to the uzi clip
[chorus]
f-cked on your b-tch, then i leave on her
dog-ass n-gga got fleas on him
sucked on the d-ck like she ain’t got knees on her
jumped on the jet and i put a couple p’s on it
jumped in the foreign, it ain’t come with no keys on it
this my sh-t, little n-gga, ain’t no lease on it
don’t even breathe on it
cooking up the work without a mask and i sneezed on it
poured up a four and a n-gga might lean on it
heart is confused ’cause i popped a little bean on it
freak-ass b-tch made me nut too, i peed on it
gotta wear a condom ’cause i can’t put my seed on it

- lil uzi vert

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