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letra de today (2020) - lil uzi vert

[intro]
brrr
yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
i’m a–, i’m a dog for this street sh-t (lil uzi vert)
i’ve been in the streets, b-tch (ayy, brandon, why you do that?)

[chorus]
i’m tryna make these plays (my way)
get the f-ck out my way (my-my way)
you ain’t tryna cop today (my way)
who the f-ck a opp today? (my-my way)
opps ain’t up to date, they ass flied away (my way)
i just flipped a k (k)
i just made it, bank (my-my way)

[verse]
i just f-ck her face (her face), i know what she think (yeah)
all my b-tches sing (yeah), all my diamonds pink (huh?)
white diamonds lay on me (what?), yeah, they all in sync (let’s go)
all white like -nsync (what?), all wet like a sink (woah)
when she give me top (what?), motherf-cker, i don’t even blink (what?)
i’ve been in the trap three days, yeah, she don’t even say i stink (bruh)
i don’t even know my age, i don’t even know my reach
money all the way up to my thigh, i can’t even see my feet (b-tch)
my d-ck in her mouth (her mouth), i can’t even see her t–th (her t–th, yeah)
i can’t even see her e (her e), giving top, she 2t (on god)
i don’t even play with a g, make it beep
pull up, two .223’s
everything swiss like cheese
look at my wrist like, “cheese” (yeah)
tryna bake these cakes (cakes), always duckin’ a raid (raid)
b-tch do what i say (i say), strap that work to her waist (her waist)
strap that gun to my waist (my waist), put that glock in your face (your face)
met that n-gga with braids (braids), that boy left with a fade (yeah)
b-tch, i met with the plug (yeah), i ain’t even know what he say (yeah)
only thing i heard was, “uno” (what?), then i heard “dos” and “tres” (let’s go)
i pulled out them pesos, you should have saw his face
sh-t, this sh-t keep goin’, cuatro, cinco, seis (seis)
i just sold ten babies (babies)
i can just f-ck your lady (lady)
b-tch, i’m dripped in the latest (latest)
balmain only for the haters (haters)
that’s why them boys haters (yeah)
i don’t really, really, really say none (woah)
i ain’t really-really gotta say nothing
’cause my boys the ones that really gon’ spray some (grrah)
[chorus]
i’m tryna make these plays (plays)
get the f-ck out my way (yeah)
you ain’t tryna cop today
who the f-ck a opp today?
opps ain’t up to date, they ass flied away
i just flipped a k
i just made it, bank

- lil uzi vert

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