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letra de key lime (shootout solo demo) - lil uzi vert

[intro]
(i’m working on dying)

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i ain’t even gotta say nothing, pull up in a whip, push b-tton
rolls-royce big, it’s a hummer (vroom), man, i hope you don’t love her
that girl that you try pop out with, man, i had that b-tch last summer
girl like, left eye, aye, uh, chopper like t.i, aye, uh
handle my beehive, b-tch, i got three eyes (yeah, what?)
slatt, that’s a beehive, green like key lime
fn got three sights (slatt), mini chopper, that’s a p90

[bridge]
(pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, woo)
yeah, yeah (let’s get it), yeah
turn this b-tch up
yeah, yeah (let’s gеt it)
let’s get it, let’s gеt it, let’s get it (lil uzi)

[verse 1]
pop that perc, that 3 to the 30-inch on my spinnin’ rims (right, let’s go)
i can’t see no hater, diamond cartier on my lens (stevie wonder)
i turn to darth vader, matte-black, yeah, that’s on my benz (star wars)
inside red, lightsaber, f-cked your b-tch like once again
smoke out the pound, you smokin’ out the quarter still, got a b-tch out fort lauderdale
i can put my d-ck up right in your daughter still, my diamonds they water still (water)
actually them b-tches sparklin’, sparklin’ still, ’cause i paid a half a mil’
no, no, no, you don’t get no cash for real, i just spent half a reel (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i ain’t even gotta say nothing, pull up in a whip, push b-tton
rolls-royce big, it’s a hummer (vroom), man, i hope you don’t love her
that girl that you try pop out with, man, i had that b-tch last summer
girl like, left eye, aye, uh, chopper like t.i, aye, uh
handle my beehive, b-tch, i got three eyes (yeah, what?)
slatt, that’s a beehive, green like key lime
fn got three sights (slatt), mini chopper, that’s a p90

[verse 2]
smoke gas, b-tch, better lung it, make a b-tch shake, krump it
hit it from the back, hump it
if i throw the oop, n-gga, you better dunk it (dunk it)
pass it, brand new ‘rari, won’t crash it (skrrt)
my new b-tch she nasty, suck on my d-ck ’til her lips get ashy (let’s get it)
hold on, slowly, uh, faster
cut all my hair off one side, told that b-tch i feel like cassie
i’m the one always in charge, i cannot sit in the back seat
brought that b-tch right to my yard, told that b-tch please do not cap me
i had to pull out my rar’, hit a home run like a-rod
made that b-tch say, “oh my god”, then i made that b-tch get tired
yeah the d-ck made that b-tch cry, she gave me neck like a tie

- lil uzi vert

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