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letra de if lil uzi vert was on pain 1993 - thefactory

[intro: drake]
(yo, pi’erre, yo, pi’erre)
ayy

[chorus: drake, playboi carti & lil uzi vert]
ayy
n-ggas ain’t gotta respect
n-ggas just gotta accept (woah)
i put that top left (ayy)
i love my crodie to death (codeine)
hype williams, lil’ x
if you don’t say it direct
could give a f-ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: drake & playboi carti]
i put some ice on her hand
i let her take an advance
sh-t wasn’t goin’ as planned
i put that sh-t in the van
she gotta move with her friend
heard she went back to her man
give a f-ck, ayy
i just put a wagen in the driveway, you know i did
when i shoot my shot it’s the kawhi way, it’s goin’ in
me and lil’ sicko sittin’ sidеways, breakin’ tens
used to bе an antisocial n-gga, now i’m makin’ friends
i just got a mansion out in turks and it’s a beachfront (okay)
if she’s bringin’ four friends, i know i’ll hit at least one (okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
got ’em all tannin’ by the pool and they greased up
police in my city, man, i keep they pockets greased up (okay)
me and capo tryna leave our mark and peace the east up
ain’t n0body makin’ too much money off the beef stuff (okay)
but i beef a rapper ’cause i’m never with the sweet stuff
shawty came from mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)
[chorus: drake & playboi carti]
ayy
n-ggas ain’t gotta respect
n-ggas just gotta accept (‘cept)
i put that top left (ayy)
i love my crodie to death (codeine)
hype williams, lil’ x
if you don’t say it direct (yeah)
could give a f-ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: playboi carti]
racks all in my jeans and they raf simons (racks in my jeans, okay)
diamonds all in my t–th, i called up the dentist, yeah (okay)
got a goyard bag, i threw them racks in it (my racks, yeah)
every time i’m home, you know i whip the bentley (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (just threw these pills, uh)
shawty just pulled up just to get f-cked (shawty just pulled up)
but i only want top, yeah, for sure (only want top)
and i know i’m on top, but i want more (okay)
remember i used to sleep on the floor (with my, oh yeah)
now every day i rock christian dior (okay, dior, yeah)
now every day i gotta pour me a four (lean, lean, lean, lean)
now every day i gotta pour me a four (lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)
i spent a hundred k last night in new york (yeah, yeah)
i spent a hundred k the next day, i was bored (okay, okay, yeah)
that lam’ truck got numbers on the board (okay, get it)
yeah, she keep textin’ my phone, i’ma ignore (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus: drake, playboi carti & lil uzi vert]
ayy
n-ggas ain’t gotta respect
n-ggas just gotta accept
i put that top left
i love my crodie to death (codeine)
hype williams, lil’ x (huh)
if you don’t say it direct
could give a f-ck (ayy, okay), ayy, yeah, yeah

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
i focus just to make it stack tall, yeah
got drip, got sauce, can dress her ass off, hey
we get so geeked, we call that blastoff, ayy
i’ma pull up on that girl, mask off, ayy
no stallin’, say that i’m playing, girl, i’ma do this regardless (yeah)
you fog my brain, them chemicals made me heartless
i’m the one that’s normal, don’t understand, are you martian?
i can see her in the rough, she be shining like a diamond (woo)
all these boys, they can’t find it (yeah), and that lil’ boy, he be lyin’ (yeah)
keep on tryna take my persona (huh?)
bite me up like a piranha (bite)
buy the real deal, i swear you is a kinda
but over you, i’ll still pull up the comma
i put that sh-t right there right on my mama
[chorus: drake, playboi carti & lil uzi vert]
ayy
n-ggas ain’t gotta respect (woah)
n-ggas just gotta accept
i put that top left (huh?)
i love my crodie to death (codeine)
hype williams, lil’ x (yeah)
if you don’t say it direct
could give a f-ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[outro: lil uzi vert]
ayy

- thefactory

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