Lil Uzi Vert – Bando + lyrics

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Lil Uzi Vert comes through with yet another new song titled “Bando” and is right here for your fast download.

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Bando lyrics

[Intro]
Listen, bro, listen
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
In the bando, the ban-ban-bando
(Loosie Man)
(I’m working on dying)
Listen
Ban-ban, uh, ban-ban, uh
I’m in the [?], uh
Told that bitch I [?], uh
She geekin’ for free, she want this shit, uh
Okay.


[Chorus]
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Money bustin’ out my jeans, can barely hold my pants (Damn)
Remember I tried to talk to you, girl (Uh)
Money bustin’ out my jeans, can barely hold my pants


[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, check how I’m drippin’, uh
Kapital denim, yeah
Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my)
All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah
All my clothes tight, uh, yeah
Rockstar livin’, uh, yeah (Rockstar livin’)
Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah (Hendrix)
Yeah, check how I’m drippin’, uh
Kapital denim, yeah (Damn)
Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my)
All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah
All my clothes tight, uh, yeah
Rockstar livin’, uh, yeah (Rockstar livin’)
Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Bright diamonds on my chain look like Henny
Bright diamonds, yeah, they cost me pretty penny
She looked at me sad once we stepped in the [?]
You know that I’m movin’ so evil, uh
Sometime I feel like I’m Venom, uh
Heard you pulled up in a rental, uh
I’m a dog, don’t need a kennel
Man, these girls, they are so mental
Tattoo on ’em when I write with a pencil
Don’t talk to no workers at all
I jump right to the boss
Have a meeting while we play golf (Yeah)
Hold on, I got a par (Okay)
I got a new bitch of course (Yeah)
She is a freak of course (Yeah)
Rapping [?] sport (Come on)
She brought my album for support (Yeah)
Stack it all the way from the floor
Titties, they lick to the floor
Once again I was so [?] my car (Skrrt)
Once again I was so bored that I hit the button then it automatic start (Vroom)
Once again I was so bored took my hands [?] then it automatic park (Okay)
It blue on my neck and it blue on my wrist
She said I look like a shark (Uh)
I tell them to me it’s no [?]
I am an alien from outer stars (Hi)
Pay with cash, no card (Uh)
That’s why my car, it charged (Charged)
And my car blacker than my broad
And my car blacker than my car (Vroom)

[Chorus]
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand
Stones on all on my wrist, stones all on my hand (Uh)
Money bustin’ out my jeans, can barely hold my pants (Damn)
Remember I tried to talk to you, girl (Uh)
Money bustin’ out my jeans, can barely hold my pants

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, check how I’m drippin’, uh
Kapital denim, yeah
Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my)
All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah
All my clothes tight, uh, yeah
Rockstar livin’, uh, yeah (Rockstar livin’)
Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah (Hendrix)
Yeah, check how I’m drippin’, uh
Kapital denim, yeah (Damn)
Gucci my knitted (Gucci my, Gucci my)
All my clothes fitted, uh, yeah
All my clothes tight, uh, yeah
Rockstar livin’, uh, yeah (Rockstar livin’)
Do this for Jimi, uh, yeah

[Verse 2]
Sittin’ [?] like [?]
I might go lean with the [?]
I might go sign a petition (Come on)
Need to get rid of them 20s (Get rid of it)
These niggas scared and they bitchin’ (I know)
‘Cause they know that I play with the money (You scared)
You know I better not convince you (Yeah)
We get the [?] (Uh)
Don’t care about no [?]
Everything I rock is [?] (Nope)
Supreme on my balls
I put my dick in your lover
Gucci my boots (Yeah)
No, these not no [?]
I tell the truth (Yeah)
Too cold, need a goose
You too small, need a boost (Goose)
I’m smoking gas (Goose)
You smoke by the loose
Uh, yeah, that’s how they know that I’m older than you
That’s how they know that I’m bolder than you
Diamonds on me and they colder than you (Yeah)
I don’t need you, I ain’t holding you (Colder)
You dissing bullshit, no exposing you
I’ma be this way all the way to the [?]
I’ma pop that pill 30 min-minutes and then you, then you feel it coming
If you don’t understand what I’m saying that’s because my tongue numb
Man, we murder Backwoods (You know)
And we drink red rum
Okay, she chewed on my dick like it was Winterfresh, no fruit punch gum, damn
[?], [?], [?], [?]
Fuck me and all my [?]
Smoking big Backwoods (Ooh)
Me don’t need no lungs
That ain’t happen to us (Whoa)
Ain’t happen to us (Uh)

[Outro]
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck

A Boogie wit da Hoodie Ft. Lil Uzi Vert – Nonsense + lyrics

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A Boogie wit da Hoodie comes through with yet another new song titled “Nonsense” featuring Lil Uzi Vert and is right here for your fast download.

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Nonsense lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Uzi Vert]
Got a new bitch and she my new favorite lightskin, yeah
Let’s go, Lil Uzi Vert, yeah
Got a new bitch and she my new favorite lightskin, yeah
Whoa
Yeah


[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, your bitch, she all up on my body
That’s because she ‘posed to (Let’s go)
My ear, my wrist, neck froze too
These bitches changing, not the old you (Uh)
Never ever will I owe you
I’m stackin’ baggings from the floor, roof (Floor)
Lamborghini, it got no roof (Skrrt)
She suck it up, she got no tooth
My boys pull up, they got more tools
Got the Glocky with the flow flutes (Bah)
Opposition screaming “Don’t shoot”
I’m so icy, I need snow boots
Said my chain hang like a rosary
And my seats made of ostrich
I’ma pull up in some hot shit
When you say New York think of High Bridge, uh
My BMW a hybrid
You know that I’m never falling off so a young nigga gon’ die lit
And we got them Patek, Rollies, everything timing (Yeah)
Got a new plain Jane, costs way more than your diamonds, uh

[Bridge: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Uzi Vert]
I got a new big face, I can’t even tell the timing
Got a new bitch, that’s my new favorite lightskin, yeah
I’m in my bag, I been like this since I was 5, 6, yeah
Uzi 5′ 4″, I got the 9 on me, nigga, talk nonsense, yeah (Whoa)
Uzi 5′ 4″, I got the 9 on me, nigga, talk nonsense now
I seen your lil’ comments on Instagram
Nigga go and talk shit now (Whoa)
I seen you up in person, seen you gettin’ nervous
Got a lil’ nauseous
Seen you up in person, got a lil’ nervous
Got a lil’ nauseous, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Took her to the top of my penthouse at the Ritz Carlton
Pulled up in a double R, all my haters had to walk in (Uh)
Speaking of a double R, rockin’ Rick and Raf, bitch, I’m saucin’ (Yeah)
And I do it often, be this way ’til the coffin
New Lamb’, two-door (Skrrt)
Make a bitch wanna crawl in (Uh, yeah)
I just got it, I’m still ballin’
At the light, I’ma stall it (Yeah)
Now they all wanna notice me
At the night time, man, I’m dark skin (Yeah)
I swear the money keep on callin’ (Hello?)
She only with me if we all in, yeah (Yeah)
She only with me if we all in (Woo)
We want Maybachs not a small Benz
I’m in her pussy, I’m exhausted (Uh)
Talkin’ Walter White (White)
Know my niggas gonna off him
My whip too big, I can’t park it
I’ma be this way to the coffin, yeah

[Outro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
And I’ma be this way until it hit you
I tried to spin the block but I missed you
Yeah, it took a while for me to get you
But you always knew I had trust issues
Girl, you know we got issues
Baby, put the shoe on if it fit you
I got nothin’ against you
And if you see me pull up in a Phantom it was never a rental
Oh, you pussy niggas need tampons, I’ll bloody your tissue
Don’t you put that FN to his head, nah, nigga, shoot through the pillow
And the bullets inside of this handgun, shit, it look like a missile

Lil Uzi Vert – Homicide + lyrics

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Lil Uzi Vert comes through with yet another new song titled “Homicide.”

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Homicide lyrics

[Chorus]
Hundred round caliber (Hundred round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrt, skrt)
That dope be yo’ suicide (That dope be yo’ suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil’ mama side (She right by lil’ mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)
Hundred round caliber (Hundred round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrt, skrt)
That dope be yo’ suicide (That dope be yo’ suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil’ mama side (She right by lil’ mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)
Hundred round caliber (That hundred round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrt, skrt)
That dope be yo’ suicide (That dope be yo’ suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil’ mama side (She right by lil’ mama side)
That homicide, homicide (That homicide, homicide)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)

[Verse 1]
I’ma fly for eighty summers
Women keep calling my number
Diamond go stupid, they dumber
You got that banana clip?
Where I be? Hundred round drummer
Don’t give a fuck ’bout your money (I don’t, don’t)
But you know I got that money
All of them blue face hunnids
That nigga ask me what my shirt, 400 dollars, Givenchy
Badder-badder-badder, you know my racks are bananas
If she don’t want to suck dick, yeah, you know she getting canceled
Yeah, perfect tings in a [?]
Ain’t no trap I can not handle (I’m rollin’, I’m rollin’, I’m rollin’)
Posin’ on cam with somebody
Give the lil’ nigga a handle
I’m from Philadelphia, but my bitch straight from Milano (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bitch, she from Columbia, yeah, she brought me down
Her ass so big, you might run from her, yeah, you could not handle her

[Chorus]
Hundred round caliber (Hundred round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrt, skrt)
That dope be yo’ suicide (That dope be yo’ suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil’ mama side (She right by lil’ mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)
Hundred round caliber (Hundred round caliber)
My diamonds no homicide (My diamonds no homicide)
That Mulsanne into a lane (Skrt, skrt)
That dope be yo’ suicide (That dope be yo’ suicide)
That homicide, homicide (Homicide, homicide)
She right by lil’ mama side (She right by lil’ mama side)
That homicide, homicide (Yeah, yeah)
This Off-White be homicide (This Off-White be homicide)

Young Thug ft. Lil Uzi Vert – Whats The Move + lyrics

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On “What’s the Move?,” Atlanta rapper Young Thug teams up with Philadelphia star Lil Uzi Vert for the melodic banger.

Lil Uzi Vert and Young Thug question the direction of the relationship and wonder what the next step is for them.

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Whats The Move lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna drive in a Rolls Royce or the bus‚ girl?
I jumped off the porch and went straight up‚ girl (Straight up‚ girl)
You can leave your town and head to another world


[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of eyein’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on you
‘Til the pain last too
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, woah (Yeah)


[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds‚ keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c’mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don’t want the bag‚ oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows, mmh
I make her shut up, she fuckin’, she suckin’ at my shows, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans is so tight they don’t fit
Still walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than fifty on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me ‘my bad’
Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex
Richer than your first, richer than your last
LUV, know I got swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan’
I groove around, party pack my hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c’mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don’t want the bag, oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows, mmh
I make her shut up, she fuckin’, she suckin’ at my shows, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds, they drip down my wrist
Let’s get it, fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick (Left wrist)
Bitch have it locked like a pick (Sheesh)
Fittz Park, came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist
Gorilla, rockin’ Bape on a bitch
Potential court case on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play, no)
Do everything the same on a bitch (Never tell the difference)
We known to pick the brains of a bitch (Big bag)
I throw the big B’s on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch (Got slatt)
I’m in another league on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to ski on a bitch (Woo)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of eyein’ you (Oh, yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on you
‘Til the pain last too (Yeah)
Make it rain on you (Make it rain, rain)
It was hard to maintain too, ooh (It was hard to maintain)
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (Okay)
All you do is point at what you want (Point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c’mon (Oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (Woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes
Thirty-five dollars for a duff’ (For a duff’)
You make it twerk for me
You get a purse from me
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin
You get a verse for free
I make her worship me
Copy it in bursts for me
Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me
You don’t want the bag, oh no, no, no
I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose
I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows, mmh
I make her shut up, she fuckin’, she suckin’ at my shows, ayy

Lil Uzi Vert & Dora – Rivals + lyrics

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Lil Uzi Vert and Dora team up on this hit track titled “Rivals”

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Rivals lyrics

[Verse]
(Uh) I get back and right on back and I can’t stop (Uh)
Potato on my gun make some tater tots (yeah)
Tomato red beam it give you chicken pocks (Uh)
Swag, finesse I’m clean you this shit won’t stop (won’t stop)
Ok Yeah, Ok Aye, Thats your bitch or not? (Yeah)
I just asked that question ’cause your girlfriend always on my jock (oh God)
Balenciaga with Venements, designer I mix alot
Walking with my stick alot, she sick ’cause she suck dick alot
Pescatarian but I sell fishes at the chicken spot
I’m a millionaire but I hang with the boys that pick the locks
Hold on Uh, Pull up in drop, It’s a red light but I never will stop (skrtt)
Cuttin’ my finger when I count the guap
And bro broke his wrist when he whippin the pot
Son, stop ’cause I am your Pops
I sell out my show like that shit was woodstock
Yeah, I’m high to the moon, Yeah I’m high to the moon
Yeah, White Gold on my wrist, this shit hit like a spoon
Uh, Pay your boo, Just to feed my goons
Soon as that bitch turn around, Put that boy into 2 (oh yeah)
{?}, No Tahoe
Treat the game like I won the Lotto
Walk around clean but you know but you know I got slat nose
Fuck a bitch once hit the high note
That boy he not real, he a typo
Know I get to the bread like a casserole
Gettin that Lettuce, you know that I shred it, you know that I bled it you know that I read it
Chain on my neck, its so icy so heavy
So slippery told that bitch that you could sled it
I can not see nun of these niggas, I can not see no bullshit man, I turned into reddit
Handy like Mandy, yo bitch hot and ready
She on her knees, but not give her no pedi