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Lil Uzi Vert – Of Course We Ghetto Flowers Lyrics

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Yeah, yeah, yeah What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah That, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah What?, yeah, yeah What?

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze

Yeah, what? Diamonds all on my teeth
Walk around Christian Loubs, diamonds all on my sneaks
You a broke boy got bad luck, dont even talk to me
You know his girlfriend stalk on me
Drop the mic and dont walk to me
Foreign, foreign whip it, yeah, what is it called
Pull up in that shit lil bitch, yeah, like a boss

Had a lil bitch from down south, yeah
Put that shit all in her mouth, ay
Eatin on veggies and salmon, ay
No, Im not eatin no trout
Boy, you a bitch, boy you a snitch
Heard you gon bring them cops out, yeah
Talkin that shit, you aint on shit
Really you aint gon pop out
Gettin money thats why they hate on me
Still on that paper route, yeah
Hit so hard I pulled out, ass so fat called timeout

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze

Fly to L.A. for a week, and I got Rick on my tee
And I got Rick on my feet, choppa on me, saggin my jeans
And I put that on big Bs, ay, shoutout G-Weed
I got yo hoe on the team, runnin them laps just like a meet
Hunnid bands on the Goyard, ooh
And I got goons in my yard, ooh
We can rock out like guitars, ooh

Hoe, I got lean I got bars, ooh
Hoe, I got lean I got bars, ooh
Hoe, I fuck her cause Im hard, ooh
She fuck with me, I go hard, ooh
Hoe, Im on lean, Im on stars, uh, ayy
Now we on top of my car, uh
Lookin at stars like I made it far, ayy
Look at my chain, glow in the dark, what?
Ya thot give brain, she goin hard

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze

Chopper, thats full-auto
Kickflip, bitch, Otto
Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
Cut that bitch off, Zoro

I took your bitch, yeah, you lost Lost
Told her come fuck with some bosses Come on
Invited that bitch to my loft Hey
Hold on bitch, take your shoes off Hold on
The sauce I been drippin, the sauce I been drippin

No, Im not trustin these bitches Uh-uh
No, I dont fuck with these snitches, no Uh-uh
Uzi got choppers, extensions
How come Im all in her mentions? Ayy
And my Rollie three-dimensional Rollie
Bitches dangerous like Mystikal Danger
These niggas clone you, get your chemicals Clone

Twin choppers, they identical
My hands in everything, got tentacles Tentacles
Poppin Perkies like they minerals Perky
Fuck you, my hand on my genitals
When on the stage I got adrenaline Hey
Bout to flex up on my enemies Flex
I dont need negative energy Uh-uh
These niggas not who they pretend to be Uh

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze

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