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letra de thigh pads (demo) - lil uzi vert

[intro]
yee-ee-aa-aa-ahh!
free-ee-ee! (duh-duh-duh-duh!)
duh-duh-duh-duh!
hah, uhh…
stoner
stoner…
yeah, yeah, yeah!

[hook]
every time i wear the skinny jeans, i got the thigh pad (pads) (racks!) (woo)
i never thought that i’d wear ’em, but money in my [?]

[post-hook]
my b-tch, she know that i hate’cha, but she will need my cash (racks)
my b-tch, she know that i hate’cha, but she won’t need your caaaaa-pping!
(duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh! prrrrrttt…)
woo!
racks!

[verse 1]
racks on my opps head, they know we’re the ones first, so they throw in a treaty
tattoos, that’s all on my body, it’s only one piece; so this sh-t a graffiti, yeah
i never signed on no paper that got nothin’ to do with no racks no ri-‘s (racks)
i signed a paper that look like chanel socrates – this sh-t, it came with a cc (racks)
she met my d-ck with a twice of the size, so that b-tch; she suck on my di-di (racks)
i know a lot of n-ggas that met a$ap rocky; had a baby with riri (what?!)
b-tch, i’m the man in my town and i’m runnin’ that girl in the city like jt (woo!)
all of these rocks, all on my neck, i feel like elliot and jay-z
uh, got a old cougar b-tch, i just be pleading to her, just like “please don’t molest me…” (ahhh…)
ghetto b-tch, i should go get a band, i feel like her name is katie… (yah!)
what is your radius?
can’t hold down a hoe, i ain’t savin’ sh-t
don’t f-ck wit’ rat n-ggas, don’t play his sh-t (facts)
well, i’m at a real n-gga radius
my b-tch, she a diamond and she ate the d-ck
think i’m a god – she a atheist
her ass fat and jawline would bare [?] polly, put molly right into my cheeeeeekkk! (racks!)
what?!
i want the racks, racks with the streets this is not [?] (hah!)
yeah, i want the raf; balenciaga, black pair wit’ the stacks (stacks!)
yeah, running this trap, ran down lil n-gga, i’m runnin’ them laps
(what?!)
[break & acapella bridge]
yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah…)
pull up wit’ vert, wit’ a chevy; “he got some nice style, and a s-xy lady”

[verse 2]
i don’t wear bape, i wear human made; i could just see he got b-tch n-gga made in him
i got on akiko, the boot with the double strap; no, this is not no palladium
n-gga talk sh-t like he take a knee; then don’t believe it when my n-gga taken him
in life, you know that i roll the dice, so when i’m on the block, know that i’m shavin’ some (what?!)
i’m on an angle, got cable or something?
balenciaga past a raving summer
since a teen titan, aye raven – come in?
b-tch tell me that mean i am a beast boy
lambo’, she sank on the sand; that mean that i am beach boy!
(what?!)

[outro verse]
b-tch, i’m the birdman, gtv!
i told that bih’ from the first day; symere! (yeah, yeah)
i’m in america’s marietta [?], “blatt!”; bl–dy mary! (blatt)
i’m off a percocet, move like a snail, my name gary! (yeeaah-aah-aah-ahhhh…)

[outro]
yadigg?
bleed
[?]
woo! (woo! woo, woo, woo…)

- lil uzi vert

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