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letra de never - lil uzi vert

[intro]
woah, ayy, chanel on my boots, that chanel, yeah, yeah
and i ain’t geeked up yet, okay (bugz on the beat)
it’s lil uzi vert and bugz, oh (let’s go, ayy, brandon, man, why you do that? yeah)

[chorus]
i ain’t never play with a n-gga like that (i didn’t)
i ain’t never play with a b-tch like that (let’s go)
hit a home run, my voice my back
makin’ these songs just through my trap (woo)
you know i was gon’ give her back
had your girlfriend all on my lap
i’m not worried ’bout none of that chattin’, i talk to them n-ggas in racks
don’t aim at your body, we aim at your hat
i f-ck your b-tch and i hit from the back
after i’m done, you know, gave her right back
i got a text from her, she said she sad
in philly i got the young n-ggas so mad (i do)
i got like five whips like my name is nav (yeah)
i got like seven whips like my name vick

[verse 1]
i want that b-tch and i know she too thick (yeah)
she said, “what’s those shoes?”, i said, “these is rick”
suck on my d-ck, you better swallow your spit (yeah)
you better take a pic’ of my whole outfit, ’cause you know never gon’ see this, um, much drip
i do what i want, i do what i please, i had your girlfriend get right on her knees (yeah)
my new girl, she black and she mixed j-panese, she kinda tall, she look like athlete (lil uzi)
i told her, “walk”, and she model for me
i told her, “talk”, and she model for me
i get the guap and i spend it for free
i get the guap, do not tell me the fee (yeah)
i get the cash, i get the bag (yeah, yeah)
n-gga, you ain’t got none, you ain’t even with it (yeah, yeah)
i got your b-tch and she just wanna f-ck (yeah, yeah)
i put the don c snakeskin on my fitted (yeah, yeah)
yeah, don c snakeskin on my fitted, yeah
don c snakeskin on my fitted, yeah
don c snakeskin on my fitted (on my fitted)
yeah, let’s go
don c snakeskin on my fitted, yeah (yeah)
your b-tch want me and she with it, uh (woo)
i took your b-tch on a bridge, i took your b-tch ‘cross the bridge (yeah)
i told your b-tch, “let me hit” (yeah), she wanna suck on my—uh
i said that word before so i don’t gotta express it again (yeah, yeah)
my boys comin’ so i ain’t even gotta check it again (no)
b-tch, i’m spendin’ your rent (yeah)
[chorus]
i ain’t never play with a n-gga like that (let’s go, nah)
i ain’t never play with a b-tch like that (yeah)
hit a home run, my voice my back
makin’ these songs just through my trap
you know i was gon’ give her back
had your girlfriend all on my lap (my lap)
i’m not worried ’bout none of that chattin’ (nah), i talk to them n-ggas in racks (racks)
don’t aim at your body, we aim at your hat
i f-ck your b-tch and i hit from the back
after i’m done, you know, gave her right back (woo)
i got a text from her, she said she sad (woo)
in philly i got the young n-ggas so mad
i got like five whips like my name is nav
i got like seven whips like my name vick

[verse 2]
none of my n-ggas, they don’t got no pics
pull up double c sandals and they sick
met your girlfriend, instantly we cl!cked
can’t light the backwood if it’s not a bic
that lil’ b-tch wan’ suck on me like a tick (yeah)
i hit her hard and i’m breakin’ the bed
they move the hard and they duckin’ the feds
police chopper over top the ridge
i get my cars from across the bridge
everything i do awesomeness
try to step on my toes, almost lost a leg
i don’t drink lean but i’m pourin’ the red
i just had to remix and just toss the red
know i came with my stripes, had to call the ref
know i came with my gas, so you smokin’ reggie
you know i came with a whole lot of money ’cause i’m the same n-gga that be just talkin’ heavy (let’s go)
this a urus (this a urus), your’s a chevy (your’s a chevy)
she ain’t yours (she ain’t yours), she’s a betty (she’s a betty)
can’t get no check (at all), she too tacky (she too tacky)
better get on top and i want becky
[chorus]
i ain’t never play with a n-gga like that (at all)
i ain’t never play with a b-tch like that (let’s go)
hit a home run, my voice my back
makin’ these songs just through my trap (woo)
you know i was gon’ give her back
had your girlfriend all on my lap (lap)
i’m not worried ’bout none of that chattin’ (at all), i talk to them n-ggas in racks (racks)
don’t aim at your body, we aim at your hat (baow)
i f-ck your b-tch and i hit from the back (yeah)
after i’m done, you know, gave her right back
i got a text from her, she said she sad
in philly i got the young n-ggas so mad (yeah)
i got like five whips like my name is nav (errt—vroom)
i got like seven whips like my name vick

[outro]
big money and—
i been stop makin’ hits, i just make vibes
motherf-ckers gon’ try to stop me but i keep makin’ all this money
oh, well, let’s go
keep that

- lil uzi vert

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