• Title:Light Year (Practice) (Explicit)
  • Artist:Lil Uzi Vert
  • Album:Eternal Atake 2 (Explicit)
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  • Languages:en
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    Light Year (Practice) (Explicit) - Lil Uzi Vert
    Lyrics by:Symere Woods/Brandon Veal/Kidus Adal
    Produced by:Brandon Finnessin/uskids
    I like real ratchet ******* keep goin'
    I mean real ratchet ******* 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 I'll wait 'til I'm fifty
    No matter fact sixty she tryna get with me
    She suckin' Daytona and every time that she go deep throat
    It feel like the 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 ************* 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
    ***** 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"
    **** I'm on the jet with this pound
    Universe slide in the 250 listen for a jet jet feel like a plane
    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 ****
    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 **** 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-a*s 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 fan 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 ****** your ***** 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 p***y they soft like a chafer
    Irritatin' that ***** you so aggravatin'
    **** 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'm awesome
    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'
    ***** 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 h*es yeah guess who's the villain now
    He call sixteen h*es **** 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 **** look like a puncho
    If I stand on the money then I'm tall like Huncho
    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 **** like an oven
    This **** like an oven this **** it be bustin'
    I ain't Hollywood do some **** for my cousin yeah
    That's what I'm posed to but that **** 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
    Eternal Atake 2