lirik lagu roll - lil uzi vert
[intro]
tlrrr
it’s lil uzi vert, it’s lil uzi vert (beep, where am i?)
(ayy, brandon, man, why you do that?)
woah
[chorus]
bye, b~tch, i make a half a million dollars from a show
baow (what? what?), b~tch, i saw the opps on their block, did a show (what?)
baow (what? what?), if you see the opps then you know that the opps gotta go (how we rockin’, man?)
baow, .223 with the motherf~ckin’ stock on the shoulder (with the stock on the shoulder)
baow, i could do a trick with the pot and some baking soda (and some baking soda)
bye, all the money to the ceiling, behind my back, tucked some with ogi
they say, “who the f~ck is ogi?”, said, “f~ck n~gga, that my accountant” (that’s my accountant)
i got tired of countin’ my money and mail so i hired accountant
[refrain]
n~ggas know we ain’t two~sided though
these n~ggas know my body though (woah)
these n~ggas know my body though (woah)
these n~ggas know my body though (woah)
i can make your b~tch wanna body roll (roll, woah)
i can make your b~tch wanna body roll (roll, let’s go)
i can make your b~tch wanna body roll (yeah)
i can make your b~tch wanna body roll (one, two, three, let’s go)
[verse 1]
pull up—everybody know 1600 be the gang, b~tch, we ’bout dat
why the f~ck you think i’m worried about a little lame? my boys drop dat (nah, ayy)
now i know you my main shooter but i miss you, man, i want my opp back
smokin’ on dead guys, i got red eyes, only thing we roll up is opp pack (ayy)
she said, “you ’bout to cum?”, i said, “uh~uh, not yet” (uh~uh, baby)
i can make that girl go dumb like my d~ck is pyrex (yeah)
i’ma buy a charizard now i’m big as a t~rex
pockets big like i’m big pun, my shirt is a 3x (woah)
lamborghini is no fun, i went in a fiat (ayy)
them boys thought that i was done? okay, cool, so be it (what?)
to the plug, only time that a n~gga might run, i be movin’ cheese nips (yeah)
these n~ggas, they suck your blood for fun, man, i swear they leeches
i said, you was mario, i was lugio, we ain’t never fall for no pigis
elastics, cardio, i don’t wan’ hear no sorry, bro (uh~uh)
these n~ggas nothin’ but party jokes
chrome heart my shirt, not ed hardy, bro
chrome heart all the way down to my toe
i even chrome heart all on my ho (ho, chrome me)
[refrain]
n~ggas know we ain’t two~sided though
these n~ggas know my body though (woah)
these n~ggas know my body though (woah)
these n~ggas know my body though (woah)
i can make your b~tch wanna body roll (roll, woah)
i can make your b~tch wanna body roll (roll, let’s go)
i can make your b~tch wanna body roll (yeah)
i can make your b~tch wanna body roll (one, two, three, let’s go)
[verse 2]
pull up on her with a big bankroll (ayy)
with extra cheese on me, got big queso (ayy)
i can make you girl do what i say so (ayy)
man, this sh~t for real ’cause she under oath (yeah)
say, eatin’ my meals, not talkin’ no oat
i can’t even feel it, need one more dose (woo)
i done had threesomes so many times, that sh~t regular, need to add one more ho (yeah)
[chorus]
bye, b~tch, i make a half a million dollars from a show
baow (what? what?), b~tch, i saw the opps on their block, did a show (what?)
baow (what? what?), if you see the opps then you know that the opps gotta go (how we rockin’, man?)
baow, .223 with the motherf~ckin’ stock on the shoulder (with the stock on the shoulder)
baow, i could do a trick with the pot and some baking soda (and some baking soda)
bye, all the money to the ceiling, behind my back, tucked some with ogi
they say, “who the f~ck is ogi?”, said, “f~ck n~gga, that my accountant” (that’s my accountant)
i got tired of countin’ my money and mail so i hired accountant (yeah)
[verse 3]
that b~tch tryna f~ck, that b~tch tryna bust, i know that she ready (i know that she ready)
i’m still in new york, i go to highbridge, they know that i’m heavy (they know that i’m heavy)
my n~ggas, they got them knives and them guns, they all in the deli (they all in the deli)
that b~tch in the club collectin’ her ones to buy some more jelly (to buy some more jelly)
how the f~ck this b~tch is so fat but she don’t got no belly? (but she don’t got no belly)
xo chain, that’s all on my neck, i get high like i’m belly (i get high like i’m belly)
it’s a difference ’cause i’m a flexer, took me some emeralds, these not baguettes
hop out a lambo’ then jump in a jet
g6 is so fun so i finesse it
i confess, i confess, you the best
all of my whips, yeah, they foreign, can never catch me in a ‘vette
[open verse]
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