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Lil Uzi Vert – Feelings Mutual Lyrics

[Intro]
And I…
Want you to know something very important
Before I even start this song
Something very important before I even start this song
I can’t feel no more, nooooo
I can’t feel no more
I told myself that I wasn’t gonna pop no pills no more
No, I can’t feel no more
I can’t…

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse, before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, ooh
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Verse 1]
Back then I saw no one but you
Gave you my racks and I splurged too
Calling my phone and I curved you
Hope this song really don’t hurt you
AP froze, time so slow, yeah, hit reverse
Margiela all on my coat, got buttons but leaving it open
So they can all see my shirt, Rick Owens all on my shirt
I can’t believe I made it out the dirt
That was back then when my pockets was hurt
Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin’
Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse
Louis stuffed on me it look like a curatin
My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse
They keep on talkin’ (woah)
They keep on talkin’ (they hatin)
All these girls up in the club, why you lookin at vert?
I am not worried because when my niggas come
They gonna need a white curtain
Her boyfriend hate my “Bad and Boujee” verse
She gave me head so I called her a nerd

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Verse 2]
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
No girl don’t make a sound
You don’t wanna argue about body count
You don’t wanna talk about body count
You don’t wanna talk about body count
What is all this fighting all about
It’s the bodies that I’m finding out
It’s the bodies I don’t know about
So many bodies like a murder trial
You used to say that it’s word of mouth
But I love you so you’re bonding out
But I love you so you’re bonding out
Grandma and Mom love you now
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
Hate me then, but they love me now
Love me then, but they hate me now
It don’t matter, got a baby now
I’m so numb

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Outro]
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
I can’t feel

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ASAP Ferg – Mad Man (feat. Playboi Carti) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Three 6 Mafia, Playboi Carti, & DJ Paul]
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Whatchu know man? It’s A$AP, nigga
Tear da club up
It’s A$AP nigga, stop all that goofy shit
Tear da club up
Tear da
Club up
Nigga, fuck yo squad nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50K on the Rollie
Just brought that shit and my bitch broke it
She sayin’ she ain’t even notice
But her pussy wet like the ocean
Ayy, ayy (swim, swim, swim)
Ayy, ayy (Margiela, mad man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m fucking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no bitch, we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
(Yeah, uh) There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega, Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don’t care
I will not fuck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a bitch sing like Aretha
I’m fucking your bitch when you eat her
You cuffing that bitch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad man!)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what, Margiela mad man
(Margiela, mad, man!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh?
Boy I’m stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the dick
She wanna suck on the dick
She wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this shit, give her to clique
Give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the dick
Pray for this shit, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger
I got my hand on her pussy, all of these niggas they pussy
He run away like a wuss, I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up bitch I’m booked
Walked in that bitch and the bitches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop in the tub
Watch this lil balls while I make a lil call

[Outro: Playboi Carti & DJ Paul]
Nigga, fuck yo squad
A$AP nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

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Mad man – Asap Ferg feat. Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Asap Ferg – Mad man

Whatchu know man it’s A$AP, nigga
It’s ASAP nigga stop all that goofy s**t
Nigga, f*ck yo squad nigga.
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50k on the Rollie
Just brought that s**t and my b*tch broke it
She sayin’ she ain’t even notice
But her pus*y wet like the ocean
(Margiela, Mad Man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m f*cking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad versuri-lyrics.info
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no b*tch we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega
Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don’t care
I will not f*ck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a b*tch sing like Aretha
I’m f*cking your b*tch when you eat her
You cuffing that b*tch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad..man!)

Yuh, yuh, yuhhh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what
Margiela madman
(Margiela, mad!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh ?
I’m stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the d*ck
She wanna suck on the d*ck, she wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this s**t
Give her to clique
Give em the clip
Get on your knees, pray for the d*ck
Pray for this s**t, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
I got my hand on the trigger, I got my hand on her pus*y
All of these niggas they pus*y
He run away like a wuss
I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up b*tch I’m booked
Walked in that b*tch and the b*tches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop on the tour, watch this lil boss while I make a lil call.

Nigga, f*ck yo squad
A$AP niggaaa.
Asap Ferg lyrics
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Alone Time

Lyrics to ‘Alone Time’ by Lil Uzi Vert:

–Intro–
Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die
Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die

–Hook–
All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owen steppin’ better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything, I already bought your bitch
Like this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (raindrops)
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit, aye

–Verse 1–
Sharing all these bitches with my bros
All these bitches out here, they be hoes
In the kitchen and they whippin’ stoves
With my bitches and they toting poles
I just fucked me like 10 hoes
Stay down with my ten toes
Sharing all my money with my kinfolk
I am so done with the Kenzo jump in Benzo (uh yeah)
Um, Rest in Peace to Speaker Knockers
Got your bitch all on my arm
Like, Lil Uzi he just be wildin’
He got like all of these options, yeah
My new bitch she is a vegan
I just be counting this broccoli
Yah, we got them choppers on choppers
Ain’t nobody gonna stop us
I just be lightin the gas, yah
Sometimes I’m lit with the booth, yah
That bitch like oh where the tool, yah
She just be gone off the boot, yah
Like Rick Owens all on my shoes, yah
Feel like MJ with the moves, yah
Fucking your bitch with my goons, yah
Leave her wet like the pool, yah

–Hook–
All these diamonds in my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
Money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin’ better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything I already bought your bitch
Like bitch the way I rage on some rockstar shit (raindrops)
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit

–Verse 2–
All these diamonds in my mouth is why I talk like this
Hundred fifty thousand why I walk like this
Yeah kick my little shit with a rockstar bitch
Yeah turn her right around and give her rockstar dick
That is not your bitch
We be going hard to ignite your bitch
Give her right to the squad and they bite your bitch
Make her slob on my knob like a ho, girl you’re sick
On the real, I don’t even like your bitch
Squad one night your bitch
Long dick and I’mma pipe your bitch
Long dick and I’mma pipe your bitch
Xan money don’t even excite that bitch
Friend zone, I don’t even like that bitch
10 hoes, on the real I’m so lit
Number one, world champ now wife that bitch

–Hook–
All these diamonds in my teeth is why I talk like this
Money in my pocket why I walk like this
Money in my pocket why she stalk like this
I be Rick Owens steppin better guard your bitch

I already bought your bitch
We did everything I already bought your bitch
Like bitch the way I rage on some rock star shit
Aye rockstar shit
Aye rockstar shit

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Jimmy Prime – Digital Money (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Verse 1]
She don’t wan’ fuck for the minimum
She just tryna fuck with some criminals
Mobsters and bosses and generals
She not tryna give up that na na na na
For no free 99
Open your eyes and start freeing your mind
Would you try make a mil off of retail
Shed the details on real detail
Run up the digital money
Gotta keep checking the email
Where’s the females?
Too much G mails
Pull up the bag on you dumbos
Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo
Skinny jeans with the ripped holes
Think they Rick Owens, I got so many
I don’ sold plenty, I don’ pour plenty
Split my soul plenty
All for your loyalty
The family all royalty
Put my daughter in Christian Dior
Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor
I always knew I wanted more
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
Jimmy the young bleeding bull

[Chorus]
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side

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Pouya & Fat Nick – All On Me (Drop Out Of School Album)

[Hook: Fat Nick]
I know you see my foreign zoomin’, skrrtin’ down the street
I know you see these big bankrolls, they weighing out on me
All on me, all on me
I got every type of bitch from A to Z on me
I know you see my foreign zoomin’, skrrtin’ down the street
I know you see these big bankrolls, they weighing out on me
All on me, all on me
I got every type of bitch from A to Z on me

[Verse 1: Pouya]
I got everything I think I ever wanted
Baby girl I’m begging you don’t leave me lonely
Underground Underdog never a phony
Cooling in the studio, rolling dice with my homies
Life is simple when you just come fuck with me
I can make your pussy wetter than you thought that it could be
Used to be neglected, now respected overseas
My therapist said I should never roll without my G’s

[Hook: Fat Nick]
I know you see my foreign zoomin’, skrrtin’ down the street
I know you see these big bankrolls, they weighing out on me
All on me, all on me
I got every type of bitch from A to Z on me

[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
I gon’ pull up flexing, bitch I got them dicks on me
They hate on me, they envy me
I’m spending what they make in weeks
They look at me, and jealousy
Rick Owens step they cry and weep
Got a pistol tucked in packs and we gon’ hit the street
I eat these percs and got this syrup all inside of me
223 gon’ blow your brains, sweep you off your feet
Skrrt off the Rover, it’s true
Smokin’ that 93 glue
I’m richer than you, get a clue
Diamonds so wet that they drool

[Hook: Fat Nick]
I know you see my foreign zoomin’, skrrtin’ down the street
I know you see these big bankrolls, they weighing out on me
All on me, all on me
I got every type of bitch from A to Z on me

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Danny Brown – Pneumonia letras

[Hook]
Made 30 bands in 30 minutes
Before I count it, I done damn near spent it
Put a brick on ya in some Rick Owens
Flow sick, nigga, call it pneumonia
I’m on ya
Made 30 bands in 30 minutes
Before I count it, I done damn near spent it
Put a brick on ya in some Rick Owens
Flow sick, nigga, call it pneumonia
I’m on ya

[Verse 1]
Old nigga came in this bitch with a new gun
Clip looking like a fucking mile long
If that shit hits you close range, ya calzone
Powder stains on my Balmain
Slurp that pussy up just like lo mein
If that coke burn my nose, I’ma complain

[Hook]
Made 30 bands in 30 minutes
Before I count it, I done damn near spent it
Put a brick on ya in some Rick Owens
Flow sick, nigga, call it pneumonia
I’m on ya
Made 30 bands in 30 minutes
Before I count it, I done damn near spent it
Put a brick on ya in some Rick Owens
Flow sick, nigga, call it pneumonia
I’m on ya

[Verse 2]
I’m smoking dope, I’m smoking dope
Got a half a pound of artichoke
Scale broke, so we eyeball it
Her titties out just like New Orleans
Mardi gras, we party hard, she off the soft
My dick head, she celebrate like the world end
And she could be my girlfriend
Only fuck her on the weekend
Momma found some racks in some dirty jeans
Told her keep the money, take ’em to the cleaners
Threesome watched how this dick came between them
Licked the clit and she did the Macarena
Crib in the forest, deer in my yard
’07, I got locked up on a charge
Now a nigga got four bank cards
Looking like a nigga gotta thank God
Going through a bag like I’m snatching purses
Half a key of raw inside my fucking verses
Like a surgeon with that scalpel, bring that track to life
Bounce that ass for that pussy, got a appetite
Geeked up, geeked up, pop a pill just like Mike and Ikes
Head sent me straight to the moon with a mac tonight
Running low on alcohol, nigga gotta make a call
Stay afloat, try not to choke

[Hook]
Made 30 bands in 30 minutes
Before I count it, I done damn near spent it
Put a brick on ya in some Rick Owens
Flow sick, nigga, call it pneumonia
I’m on ya
Made 30 bands in 30 minutes
Before I count it, I done damn near spent it
Put a brick on ya in some Rick Owens
Flow sick, nigga, call it pneumonia
I’m on ya

[Outro]
I’m smoking dope, I’m smoking dope
Got a half a pound of artichoke
Scale broke, so we eyeball it
Her titties out just like New Orleans