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letra de still servin' - lil uzi vert

[intro]
zaytoven

[chorus]
i was certain, flex on them on purpose (huh), what
right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (how you do that, baby?), yeah
that’s for certain, i’m so rich, i’m nervous (what, yeah)
you’re a burden, broke boy, i’m allergic (yeah)
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah (h-llo?)
she’s a barbie (h-llo?), f-ck her like a virgin (yeah, like a—)

[verse 1]
ayy, ayy, ayy, (ayy), wait, ayy
don’t do no fifties and don’t do no hundreds
i swear to god that i got too much cake
my neck is on freeze and my wrist is degrees
if you wanted to, i swear that you could ice skate
i’m off the hook like the worm is the bait
woah, your girl love givin’ me face
walk around, ap, the diamond the face, woah
that’s the reason why i’m late
kept it real from the jump (yup)
that’s the reason why i’m paid (a millionaire)
diamond hickey like a lump (swag)
all my jewelry custom-made (huh?)
walk around with a pump (what?), put that sh-t by my leg (lil uzi)
put a hundred on his head, mr. push-me-to-the-edge
’cause all my friends are dead
all of my commas are blue (woah)
but my new b-tch, yeah, she red
none of these girls, yeah, they new, uh
but she gon’ do what i say, ayy
money gon’ do a lot
[chorus]
i was certain, flex on them on purpose (huh), what
right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (how you do that, baby?), yeah
that’s for certain, i’m so rich, i’m nervous (what, yeah)
you’re a burden, broke boy, i’m allergic (yeah)
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah (h-llo?)
she’s a barbie (h-llo?), f-ck her like a virgin (yeah, like a—)

[verse 2]
pull up on that f-ck n-gga just for talkin’ sh-t (skrrt)
do a drive-by, we ain’t walkin’ it (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
got them big chops, my n-ggas keep sparkin’ sh-t
you got them .30s but we got them longer clips
f-ck that b-tch once then i’m ending the party
look at that girl, like, “i’m sorry”
dyin’ my hair so i feel like jeff hardy
these n-ggas keepin’ up, um, hardly
hardly, hardly, hardly, pew (lil’ b-tch)
she jump on the top and she ridin’ my d-ck like that sh-t was a harley, pew (lil’ b-tch)
two guns on me i name the one “joker,” the other, “quinn harley” (swag)
huh, diamonds they shinin’, got a son on me (huh)
yeah, you my homie, don’t run on me
matter of fact, smoke, lil’ b-tch, ’cause i got my gun on me
wait, that lil’ b-tch came over (woah), then she put tongue on me (yeah)
“uzi, can you cum on me?” (ayy), “can you put you son on me?”
[chorus]
i was certain, flex on them on purpose (huh), what
right on purpose, flex on them on purpose (how you do that, baby?), yeah
that’s for certain, i’m so rich, i’m nervous (what, yeah)
you’re a burden, broke boy, i’m allergic (yeah)
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah
i’m still servin’, yeah, i’m still servin’, yeah (h-llo?)
she’s a barbie (h-llo?), f-ck her like a virgin (yeah, like a—)

- lil uzi vert

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