Lil Uzi Vert - Light Year (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Uzi Vert - Light Year (en) Lyrics
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I like real ratchet bitches
(Keep goin')
I mean real ratchet bitches
(Brr, keep goin')
I see all these girls and they
lookin' so thick (Keep goin')
But I got real racks to get
(Real racks to get, I ain't
worried 'bout them)
Rick Owen match the bed, yes,
I sleep in designer
Eatin' my cereal with ice-ice diamonds,
so when I'm eatin' breakfast,
I'm shinin' (Yeah)
Tony Hawk, Lil Uzi be grindin'
Diamonds, they pissy and
Issey Raf Simons
I'ma be litty all the
way 'til I'm fifty
No, matter fact, sixty,
she tryna get with me
She suckin' Daytona, and evеry time
that she go deep throat, it feel
like thе hemi (Feel like hemi)
At the least, it's a burst,
I don't do no semi
Like I don't think a purse could hold
all these new bands (Let's go)
Like racks look so dumb in my pants
I got so much like I need
a suitcase, like
I'm the type of nigga beat my
case and the motherfuckin'
judge never saw my face
Look at them now
Know it's some niggas that
think I'm a clown
That's cool, this money
can, um, get you down
Bitch, we in Philly with
three thousand rounds
Nobody want smoke, we
got beef out of town
Niggas be like, "Why you
always out of town?"
Shit, I'm on the jet with this pound
(You know Vert slide in a Q50,
R.I.P. Lil Jeff, strapped
up like a Bloodhound)
Okay, let's talk 'bout the pape'
I got all types of cake, I made
three M's off eighths
Made like fifty off hit, and
I'm still on my shit,
and I'm rich, no debate
Pardon my Wraith, I mean
this is a spaceship
My girl lookin' good, always
think of you lesser
In my bedroom and my
eyes'll undress her
Her head on the dresser like,
"Damn, girl, you sexy"
Shout out my Patek, my Patek my bestie
Been ballin' so long, I
swear I need an ESPY
Diamond my neck, yeah, that
shit like Wayne Gretzky
Now he got the switch, but
he used to watch Jessie
Disney Channel, that nigga be catchy
I'm catchy too, but I watched
Ed, Edd n Eddy
Need to stretch all these fake-
ass niggas 'cause they fetty
I ain't gon' lie, I don't
think that they ready
I don't think that they ready,
I don't think that they ready
I don't think that they ready, I don't
think that they ready (Woah)
Think that they ready, I don't
think that they ready
I got the Finn on me just like I'm Jake
(Huh?), money all over the place
Diamonds cleansin' your face
just like up, like ovation
No, I never fucked your bitch,
I'm just smashin' her face
I got glass on the bezel,
got glass on the face
But it came like this,
it's a factory date
These niggas pussy, they
soft like a chafer
Irritatin' that bitch,
you so aggravatin'
Fuck you thought, that I lost?
I'm swaggin', I'm awesome, I'm
saucy, my brain, I lost it
Just like Randy, put my
arm out, I Moss ‘em
Put a hole in the nigga like a dolphin
I told my big bro we
ain't takin' losses
I got some secret money in the coffin
Smokin' the Candy Shop,
it got me coughin'
Bitch, it's so hot like
I turned on defroster
I'm fresh off the nitrous,
ain't mess up a bit-it
How you say that I'm soft when
I'm always revealin' you?
Got sixteen hoes, yeah, guess
who's the villain now?
He call sixteen hoes, shit,
I guess he a dunzo
Now she be on two drums, on your bongo
Smoke so much, I don't know
where my lungs go
Stand on my money, I'm tall as Mutombo
Come to my block, yeah,
it look like a gunshow
Trap out apartments, it's
only a front door
Puttin' on for my block 'fore
I could leave, fronto
Put my arms in my hoodie, this
shit look like a poncho
If I stand on the money, then
I'm tall like Hunxho
Look, I ain't tryna tussle,
end of discussion
My shooter with me got bodies
like he Russian
Fast money, slow money, I don't
care, I ain't rushin'
My block hot, this shit like an oven
This shit like an oven, this
shit, it be bustin'
I ain't Hollywood, do some
shit for my cousin (Yeah)
That's what I'm posed to, but
that shit wasn't nothin'
I just got a nigga hit for
like four or five hundred
I just came from the A with
like four or five buttons
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