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lirik lagu lil uzi vert – trappin work

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
trappin’ work, bando
money callin’, bank roll
always ballin’, i flex ho
i got all this d-mn dough (yeah!)
i got all this d-mn dough
i got all this d-mn dough
i got all this d-mn dough
i got all this d-mn dough

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
margiela, n-gga
that be the hyped up
he said that n-gga
take her from my block (no way!)
that be a lie
i pull out the strap
with infrared beam
and turn that b-tch n-gga to cyclops
jesus piece
with the praying hands, they cost a grip
gotcha main b-tch all on lil uzi d-ck
i whip and i whip
i sip and i sip
coordinating some b-tches on that pack
now they all up in my mitt
i’ma ride up in the semi
i just talked to kur and he riding out with me
kickin’ your door if you owe me all the benji’s
clip big as h-ll, so that old ho like a 50 piece
b-tch n-gga tendencies
you not a friend of me
you are not one of me
you are my enemy
gettin’ that chopper got b-tch on me
that b-tch go “blaww”
i’m kickin’ the sh-t with my squad like we playing soccer
i’m getting that money, to a fifty and hundred
i’m trappin’ and trappin’
these n-ggas look at me like i am their father

[chorus: lil uzi vert + kur]
trappin’ work, bando
money callin’, bank roll
always ballin’, i flex ho
i got all this d-mn dough (yeah!)
i got all this d-mn dough
i got all this d-mn dough (uh, uh, uh!)
i got all this d-mn dough (uh!)
i got all this d-mn dough

[verse 2: kur]
shout-out to molly, shout-out to me
wait! shout-out to phil with the lean
before i was rappin’ had low self esteem
now i got bad b-tches all on they knees
now i f-ck b-tches that wear maybelline
can’t make this up, this sh-t’s not make believe
dre in the bushes, he plottin’ on n-ggas
oh my god he got a chop’ with a beam!
[?]
and suckin’ d-ck, what the f-ck do you mean?
kur is so dirty, kur is so broke
stupid lil’ b-tch i got knots in my jeans!
same old b-tch that was callin’ me ugly!
look at her now, that b-tch mouthing me clean
i know my n-ggas ain’t coppin’ no pleas
none of y’all n-ggas can’t stop for my team!
uh! get what we want
stuntin’ on b-tches that front
b-tch can i f-ck? “no, you must wait a month”
come on lil’ ho are you dumb?
i do it big like i’m pun
all of these rappers my sons, uh
‘case you ain’t know, that b-tch you love
me and her we’ve ran a train, uh
made her our ho
boys know i got ’em, it was all love from the start
never show love in the dark, always show love in the light
we mix the lean with the sprite
yo’ b-tch ain’t spendin’ the night
yo’ b-tch not even my type
f-cked her so you could get mad!
i f-cked her now you wanna fight, hah!

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