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[Verse]
You know I’m your type, right?
Mark your calendar, tonight’s gonna be your life’s highlight
Boy, we gon’ roll up, we gon’ roll out, look
This is the land of fast, bet you ain’t used to that, nah
First to one-up your last, she can stay in your past
Honey, I don’t stop for no one but I’d pause for you, you, you, you

[Pre-Chorus]
So let’s go downtown and get real high
It’d be psycho to psychoanalyze
Leave all of your inhibitions behind
Tonight let’s test all the borderlines like

[Chorus]
How far out does the indigo go?
Boy, let’s find out, take the longer way home
Have my body all superimposed right on top of yours, oh
As far as the indica goes
I’m hating that you’re still in your clothes
Babe, touch me slow all adagio
Like oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah

[Verse]
Know you like a little attitude
A little spunk, a little gumption
Well baby, have a lot of gratitude
Coz I can be sweet, or poised, or a little too feisty to function, yeah
So shut up and just hop in, we gon’ ride in style
If thrill was a sport, I’d be the poster child
I listen to none, but I’m all ears for you, you, you, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
So let’s drive by the city skyline
I’m so over this overthinking mind
Leave all of your inhibitions behind
Tonight let’s test all the borderlines like

[Chorus]
How far out does the indigo go?
Boy, let’s find out, take the longer way home
Have my body all superimposed right on top of yours, oh
As far as the indica goes
I’m hating that you’re still in your clothes
Babe, touch me slow all adagio
Like oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah

[Outro]
Baby go slow, slow, slow
Under the indigo, go
Steady and slow slow slow
Under the indigo, indigo

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[Verse 1]
I know that we’re young, but you could grow old
Somebody else who has a real fortune
But I’m gonna give my all
Some say it’s dumb‚ when I fall in love
Don’t leave running like four horsemen
And I won’t cry at all
So baby can I slow dance‚ with you?
Baby there is no chance it’s true

[Chorus]
I’m with the love of my life‚ I wanna treat you right
Every single night, every single night
Slow this with you, baby there is no chance it’s true
I’m with the love of my life‚ I wanna treat you right
Every single night, every single night

[Verse 2]
Slow dance with you, hold me it’s true
Everything you need Il’l be‚ everything you want I’ll see
There is no time you need, no ohter guy but me
Only […]
I just wanna slow dance with you
‘Cause baby there is no chance it’s true

[Chorus]
I’m with the love of my life, I wanna treat you right
Every single night, every single night
Slow dance with you, cause baby there is no chance it’s true
I’m with the love of my life, I wanna treat you right
Every single night, every single night

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[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man‚ I miss lil Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me‚ he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on duo (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular‚ I tapped out from the deep throat

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, what you saying? Uh, tell me what you saying, uh
Serving sand, uh, in front of the cam’, uh
Counting bands, huh, on top of the land
You’s a fan, yeah, we [?] put you down, yeah
Took a stand, yeah, that boy, he’s a cancer (Bitch)
20 bands, yeah, 20 get you canceled (Bye-bye)
Swerve that Range, yeah, this is not a Land Rover (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Chico)
Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy), ooh (Oh)
Uh, understand (Understand)
Ooh, you don’t understand, understand (Understand)
What I had to do as a man (As a man)
Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land)
And still able to go to the land (To the land)
I’m still stunned that he really took the stand
But that’s okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch)
Ooh, I got all the sauce, don’t need no ranch (Don’t need no ranch)
MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That’s the MAC, yeah)
Yeah, and my necklace shining like a lamp (Lamp)
These niggas don’t want it with my team (No, they don’t)
Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600, yeah)
Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P (1600, yeah)
Shawty walked past, act like he ain’t on me (Ooh)
‘Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt)
Got them hollow tips so you can’t scream for help (No, you can’t)
Now you laying all on the floor
You did that for 304
That we don’t even own
She fuck with a nigga from way back
That gave her her own
Thousand dollar cologne
Ring, ring, which phone?
I’m so high, I don’t know
I’ma show you broke niggas what getting money about (‘Bout)
My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House)
Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?)
Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they faneto
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo)
This was way before I was toting my pole
But he did the stain, he ain’t need me though (Ayy)
2010, ran two, three poles
Me and lil’ [?], them know what we on (What?)
And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Ayy)
Run up a 50 on two or three shows
And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, what?)
So we got all the hoes
Told my jeweler, “Man, I don’t wanna see no gold” (Pointers)
I want all of those (Ayy)
And we can’t wait for a new opponent
Free smoke, we want all of those
50 round drum stay up on us
Draco, flippin’ them car right over
I go nuts for my fallen soldiers
First like the Rover, I’m not [?] (Ayy)
Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?)
Just talked to [?] about [?] the other day
He said, “Wish I was home”
Can’t let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I’m alone (When I’m alone, R.I.P. the nigga)
Smoke dope when I’m alone
Pray the Lord’ll let me go blazin’ when he call me home
I ain’t seen them Ms, let me go brazy ‘fore you call me home
I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat

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[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Turn you to a dancer
Yeah
Internet Money, bitch

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I’m gone
They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca & Juice WRLD]
I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one
I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt
I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton
The opps, they tryna line me ’cause they hate the place I’m from
But them niggas don’t know me, they just know the place I’m from
I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
But you ain’t want me last year (Uh-huh), so just get up out my face
They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste
I know they want my downfall, lil’ nigga, are you laced? (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca and Juice WRLD]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom (Phantom)
I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb (I ain’t dumb)
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom (For ransom)
I know that I’m gone
They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some (Want some)
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (Dancer)
I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner (Oh)
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I’m in it to win it, I’ma be the best, yes sir
Started from the bottom, I ain’t had no one, yes sir
Had to get big on them niggas, Bruce Banner
Bro split wigs, turn a nigga to a dancer
I got hard, I got soft, whatchu’ want?
Since the day that I’ve been on, they been blowing up my phone
I can’t hear ’em, I got all this loud in my lungs
Thumbin’ through these blue faces while I’m smoking on runts
Uh, I’m in the hills (Ooh, yeah), count them bills (Ooh, yeah)
All baguette diamonds (Ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (Yeah)
Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince (Uh)
Now the crib look like Bel-Air, R.I.P. to Uncle Phil
Money big, Uncle Phil
Twin Glocks, feelin’ lil’
Niggas hate, Uncle Tom
Spin them off me, carousel
Get ’em off me, go to hell
Silencer, kill ’em soft
Tecca’ll take you for ransom, me I’ll put you in a coffin

[Chorus: Lil Tecca and Juice WRLD]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I’m ’bout to blow, I ain’t dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I’m gone
They see me blowin’ up, now they say they want some (Want some)
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (Dancer)
I see two twin opps, leave ’em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

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[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre you wanna come out here?
Who  you talking up?
Ay,  please leave me alone
I’m on the Breadwinner swim team
I dived into you shit

[Verse 1]
Every  night I pray to God that the Lord forgive me
Somebody  try me and don’t top me‚ then they coming with me
You just be talkin’‚ I be stalkin’ with that mini Glizzy
You  ever cross me‚ I’ma lay you in a coffin with it
I been thuggin’ all my life, this a cold sport
Big ol’ Muslim up in rank, and I’m like Jeff Fort

[Bridge]
Bread Winner‚ big driver
Bitch,  you ain’t living like I’m living, you a dick rider
Bread Winner‚ big driver
Bitch, you ain’t living like I’m living, you a dick rider
They know we move like ghosts out here
I’m moving in the signs of these nine you heard me?
I pull up by myself solo, presidential
I got 10,000 angels with me, you know what I’m saying
[?] was knowing how I was coming

[Verse 2]
Division 9 gang members saying they gon’ fly today
I got my shirt off in this bitch, like why this bitch ain’t flyin’ yet?
I’m up in rank and mutual con, I got mayco and fog
I got bricks of that perico, I’m a Puerto Rico dog
They said I couldn’t kill my way to the ClearPort
But where I’m from, you want respect, you gotta kill for it
Hold up let me take this call, this lil’ bitch, her fine-ass
Put that pussy on me slow, bow-bow, grip her fine ass
Our videos, we don’t post, old hoes do the most
Me and bae made a toast, look at them like jokes
Get to turning up my nose, if they ever wanna approach

[Chorus]
Like what’s happenin’ with you?
I hope you know I ain’t just rappin’ with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin’ different
My nuts be hangin’ to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin’ with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I have the gutter tucked
I bought a peppermint flip to a buttercup
I’m not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts

[Verse 3]
Amsterdam, by the water, bitch, I’m in a dam with it
Used to do Camaro’s on a slab with the wham in it
Now I’m seeing things, living foreign, sippin’ teas, I’m important
Yellow thing, we recording, riding me like a ‘Rari
I’ma keep standing tall, tatted back, and I’m scarred
Like a [?], big dreams, got ’em all (Thumbin’ through it)
I’m in magazines, I don’t pour it
I’m takin’ chances, made a champion
Half of you who judge me, probably wouldn’t know what disaster was
Phone number’s platinum, I got action on the cannabis
We not like we used to, you not on my calendar
Heavy in my new coupe, no one in the passenger

[Chorus]
She like, what’s happenin’ with you?
I hope you know I ain’t just rappin’ with you
I had my back against the ropes, you started actin’ different
My nuts be hangin’ to the floor, I got that package with me
Straight off the boat, I got that dope and got to swaggin’ with it
Ay bitch, I double up, I have the gutter tucked
I bought a peppermint flip to a buttercup
I’m not ashamed to admit, shit, I love a slut
I like to hit from the back, grip the bubble butts