Lil' Uzi Vert

Lil' Uzi Vert - Original Uzi (4 Of Us) songtekst

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Nigga I tucked the burner

Don't wanna f**k, I swerve her

That be that, bye bye birdie

My new lil' bitch, she thirty

Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'

Pull up on you nigga Four of us, Four of us

Four of us, Four of us, Four of us



Cuban wrist now I'm colder

Diamonds on me now I'm colder

Gettin' money so I'm older

Gettin' paper now I'm bolder

Jump in a GTR, Drive it drive it like its stolen (what?)

f**k that bitch, hit record, (yuh)

Flash on so she know it (yuh)

She know it, she know it, she know it, she know it

Diamonds so big in the rollie

Jump in my whip do a donut

Cop behind me I won't slow up

Takin' xanax 'til I throw up

Where you from nigga I'm throwin' up

Pull up on you nigga Four of us, four of us

Four of us, four of us, four of us



Nigga I tucked the burner

Don't wanna f**k, I swerve her

That be that bye bye birdie

My new lil bitch, she thirty

Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'

Drinkin that clean like dirty

Yeah, huh, wait, (Skrrt!)



Pull up that whip with curtains

Pull up that whip with curtains

When it rain you know the umbrella right in the door (ya)

f**ked your girl she like water (yeah)

No I do not wanna keep her

That be the end of the story



Nigga I tucked the burner

Don't wanna f**k, I swerve her

That be that bye bye birdie

My new lil bitch, she thirty

Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'

Pull up on you nigga

Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us

Nigga I tucked the burner

Don't wanna f**k, I swerve her

That be that bye bye birdie

My new lil' bitch, she thirty

Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'

Pull up on you nigga

Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us

Yeah



My pockets they stick out like a brick (what)

Your pockets they look light like a feather

Yeah, I don't cheat (what)

Me and my girl f**k bitches together (Yeah)

I wear jackets no matter the weather

Rocking red Balmain leather

I be thinking life is a set up

Bout to go out with Berreta (Huh, Yeah)

Gotta pull out in this metal

You a get Pac just like Kelly

But I want World Peace just like Metta

Like cottage cheese that's a fetta

She a lightskin when I'm redder

That's your bitch nigga better get her

Cause my picture all on her header

On Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter, on Twitter

Better get your bitch nigga I'll rip her

Had her up on my bed then I flipped her

Yeah, wet like flipper

Yeah, wet like dippers

What? In my slippers

Yeah, did I mention

Yeah, now she with' me

(What) She get attached then I clip it

Rick Owen boots with the zippers

Okay you hip but I'm hipper

Shoot with that missle I'll miss you

She suck my dick then kiss you

On the real that is the issue



Nigga I tucked the burner

Don't wanna f**k, I swerve her

That be that bye bye birdie

My new lil' bitch, she thirty

Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'

Pull up on you nigga

Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us

Nigga I tucked the burner

Don't wanna f**k, I swerve her

That be that bye bye birdie

My new lil' bitch, she thirty

Diamonds on wrists is hurtin'

Pull up on you nigga

Four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us, four of us
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