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Lil Uzi Vert - Luv Is Rage 2 Album Lyrics



Lil Uzi Vert - Luv Is Rage 2 Lyrics






Two

Uzi, Uzi, not again!
Uzi wake your ass up!

I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie
I ain't gon' lie

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I just wanna let you know
I really really wanna let you know
That I really don't give a f*ck what nobody say about me
'Cause you know I'm the one
Yes I'm the one that really started all this
And you know I changed a lot of you niggas
In a matter of months I raised a lot of you niggas

They know I'm the one so it's no way they can stop it
Tried to run off with the swag I put 'em in pocket
Told my main girl to stop it
She saw me up in a picture I thought they cropped it (oh my god)
Damn she think I popped it (oh my god)
I will not give these bitches this dick like no topping
Woah we're ending that topic
In the industry with Dickies all on my pop shit

I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie
I ain't gon' lie

Yeah the famous life it'll eat you up alive
It's a game and I put my feelings to the side
Yeah the famous life it'll eat you up alive
It's a game and I put my feelings to the side
Times up I check my watch every hour
All of my diamonds they blind them
I can't f*ck her she a minor
Times up I check my watch every hour
All of my diamonds they blind them
I can't f*ck her she a minor
Look for your bitch you can't find her
I was the one right behind her
Talking that shit you get tied up
Don't got enough get your grind up
The reason I got all these bitches and got all these diamonds, I can't make my mind up
Mind up, she gave me head, gave that mind up!

I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie
I got money and the power
I ain't gon' lie

(Two)
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Writer: Symere Woods, Don Cannon, Lyle Leduff
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






444+222

Okay I'm ready

Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4
4, 4, 4, 4
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, f*ck nigga, pay, me

Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like "watch out"
Got it too lit like "pipe down"
No I can't wait need it right now
Get guap, only ones, what she like now
Count it up, from the morning to the night now
That's the reason that niggas wanna fight now
'Cause my diamonds, shine like a lighthouse
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like "watch out"

Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breathe in, breathe in
Breathe out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, f*ck nigga, pay, me

Woah f*ck your bitch, I'm bored
Rockstar that's of course, white girl like Lorde
She don't really get too impressed, Honda Accord
'Long as she get her beauty rest then I'm aboard
Got that girl wet, she need three towels (ayy)
Call my phone like, every day, on speed dial
Hundred thousand, new watch, got like three dials
I don't eat out, hit once, leave out
Breath in, breath in, breath in
Breath out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Back it up, rack it up
Told that bitch, back it up
Thirty nails, hammer tucked
So there's no way that you jamming us (no way)

Breath in, breath in
Breath out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breath in, breath in
Breath out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, f*ck nigga, pay, me

Pull up, sauce, got the, drip
Foreign, broads, like 'em, mixed
Bull-dog, with a, pit
Bull-dog, with a, grip
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, f*ck nigga, pay, me
All these niggas yeah, hate, me
Covered in that water, waist, deep
Pull up in that Lamb', just, me
My niggas pullin' up, eight, deep

Breath in, breath in
Breath out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breath in, breath in
Breath out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, f*ck nigga, pay, me

Breath in, breath in
Breath out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
Breath in, breath in
Breath out, shake that ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, f*ck nigga, pay, me

Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like "watch out"
Got it too lit like "pipe down"
No I can't wait need it right now
Get guap only ones, what she like now
Count it up from the morning to the night now
That's the reason that niggas wanna fight now
'Cause my diamonds, shine like a lighthouse
Pull up, walk in (ayy)
Everybody yell like "watch out"
Got it too lit like "pipe down"
No I can't wait need it right now
Get guap only ones, what she like now
Count it up from the morning to the night now
That's the reason that niggas wanna fight now
'Cause my diamonds, shine like a lighthouse
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Writer: Symere Woods, Jamaal Henry, Ike Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Sauce It Up

Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Goin' dumb, ayy
Where you from, ayy
Throw it up, ayy
I'm one of the greatest to ever do it
Goin' dumb (hey)
Goin' nuts (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Lil Uzi Vert
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Going dumb (hey)
Going nuts! (hey)

Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (yeah)
Goin' dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (yeah)
Goin' dumb

Everyday I'm ballin', so you know I'm scorin'
My fish are imported, my pockets enormous
These niggas keep hatin', this is their last warning
Met that girl last night, ooh, f*cked her through the morning
Um, no no girl, I'm sorry, hangup girl don't call me
No, no you will not get me caught up all up on Maury
Cash out, make it rain, no game, Atari
Ride me like a Harley, only boy in the party
I was on the phone, yeah with Playboi Carti
Commes des Garçon, hearts all on my cardi'
I was in a Lamb', Carti he was in a 'Rari
I'm gon' keep on flexin', if you don't like it then I'm sorry (sorry)

Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin' nuts (yeah)
Goin' dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin' nuts (yeah)
Goin' dumb

Okay, big guap chasin'
Big knot havin'
My money stackin'
This shit extravagant (woah)
This for all my niggas
The ones that be traffickin'
All my diamonds African
I might go and matte the Benz
I already had that bitch
Went and got a badder bitch
Persian rug, Alladin shit
Nice foreign hoe like a Latin bitch
I could serve you
Ayy, let me say it one time
Ayy, turn around, baby girl
Let me serve you
Woo, yeah I said that you wet like Squirtle
Yeah, walk around pigeon-toed, got the bird flu (brrr)
And you think you in love, don't wanna hurt you (woah)
Man I think that I'm done, gotta swerve you

Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin' nuts (yeah)
Goin' dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Ain't enough (ain't enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin' nuts (yeah)
Goin' dumb

I'm so awesome
I'm so awesome
These niggas so mad it's exhaustin'
I swear I'm a stunna like Steve Austin
I swear I'm a stunna like Steve Austin
Sauce it up (ooh)
Do too much (ooh)
Where you from? (ooh)
Throw it up (ooh)
Going nuts (ooh)
Going dumb (ooh)

Lil Uzi Vert
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Writer: Symere Woods, Donald Cannon
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






No Sleep Leak

Ayy, 200 I floor it
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it
Y'all get the shit, you get the message
200 I floor it

Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (yeah)
Hit your girl with endurance ('durance)
She like "I'm okay, (okay)
'Cause I got insurance" (yeah)
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)

Yeah, rich by the morning
Yeah, rich by the morning
New whip, with the big Forgies
New crib, thats a new fortress (wow)
You dig, choppa with the cartridge
My slime, move with the cartridge (yeah)
My time now, not the mornin' (mornin')
My bracelet cost like 40, yeah (yeah)
That's shit funny, that boy countin 40's (oh God)
My swag so important
Off-white collab with the Jordans (Jordans)
Me, don't believe in extortion (extortion)
Hairline hit like a hornet (hornet)
Walk in and my neck got the pointers (pointers)
F*ck your bitch homie and she got appointment

Appointment, appointment (ayy)
Want it, point it (point it)
Call me, ignore it (yeah)
The 'Rari is roarin'
It's blue, like Corbin (yeah)
Eat oysters, and swordfish (yeah)
Was broke, last night (what)
Was rich, by the morning (by the morning)

Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (yeah)
Hit your girl with endurance ('durance)
She like "I'm okay, (okay)
'Cause I got insurance" (yeah)
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)

Nowadays, I think a lot of you (lot of you)
But I don't really don't wanna bother you (bother you)
Every day get right inside of you (inside of you)
Not talkin' Twitter, I follow you (follow you)
I f*ck that girl just like a prostitute (yeah)
I cannot lie girl I bother you (that Uzi)
I'm usually with more than one of you (one of you)
So I can just, um, make a pot of you
Every day you got a struggle
Every day you got a pain, yeah (pain)
Used to watch shit in doubles
And I still feel the rain, yeah
Ooo, know what? We don't feel the pain, yeah (don't feel the pain, yeah)
Go to the club, make it rain, yeah
Rain, rain, go to the club make it rain
You'll get wet up like a sink
All of my diamonds, they pink
Jump in the 'Rari, switch lanes
Jump in the 'Rari, switch lanes
Boy, I can do my dash (woo)
Watch me, I won't crash

Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (yeah)
Hit your girl with endurance ('durance)
She like "I'm okay, (okay)
'Cause I got insurance" (yeah)
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
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Writer: Symere Woods, Donald Cannon, Tim Domringer, Kevin Domringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






The Way Life Goes

That's true, that's right
She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
(Hello) I was listening to this song
It goes like

I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it
I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give
You'll find another life to live
I know that you'll get over it

Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only trying to show you things
Iced out heart on your neck trying to froze your ring
I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii looking at the rain
She smiling happy but I'm laughing 'cause her new mans a lame
(Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy)
That just goes to show me money don't attract a thing (real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans (oh get over it)

I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it
And I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give
You'll find another life to live
I know that you'll get over it

See I tied up my RAF, you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Compliment my style
She don't want me, I'm running wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don't want me then I'mma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather
My new chick I swear that she better
Want me back, never (ooh)

That's true, that's right
She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (woah)
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it (you'll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (no,no)
You'll find another life to live (you will)
I know that you'll get over it (oh)

That's true, that's right
She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
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Writer: Don Cannon, Ivision Smith, Anthony Michael West, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Josephine Hilary Vander Gucht, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






For Real

For real, for real, for real, yeah
Sleep on 'em that's Tempurpedic
Get the green like it's kale
Pockets they fat just like Kenan
Told her I love her ain't mean it
That's because I hit the meanest
You heard that I am from Mars
I heard that you was from Venus
I met that bitch in a meeting
I f*cked that bitch from the meeting
I just was planning to leave her
So I just left it to Jesus, yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
Lil Vert like Gerald
Told that girl to cheer up
F*cking that girl 'til she tear up
Heard you f*cked her she embarrassed
Heard your whip Gary Barbera
For real, for real, for real?
Diamonds they wet like a seal
Diamonds wet like Navy Seal
Heard you drink lean, crack the seal
Everybody know it ain't real

You know I'm cappin' for real
Walk around with it for real
You wanna bet that my money, for real
For real, for real?
All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's
Yeah that's for real, for real, for real
You know I'm cappin' for real
Walk around with it for real
You wanna bet that my money, for real
For real, for real?
All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's
Yeah that's for real, for real, for real

Won't say no names but my niggas they pulled up
You niggas talk too much, get your mouth sewed up
Look at my chain, know it's ice 'cause it's snowing
Vivienne West but my friend looking Polo
My Gosha from Dover I drive in the Rover
Homie don't know me don't get in my moment
All that sneak dissing don't think that I ain't noticed
I left my door and I forgot to close it
Boy better keep it sealed
F*ck around, get killed
F*ck around, get drilled
Cut your hands if you steal
Whip it up like a meal
I just made me a mill'
Money jumping out my pocket
Tucking bands in my belt
Stop calling my phone
Leave me alone
I'm on TV, with the VVS, so I 3-D my stones
We really don't get along
She anemic, I'm more chill
Had to keep this shit for real
All the way to the beat build

You know I'm cappin' for real
Walk around with it for real
You wanna bet that my money, for real
For real, for real?
All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's
Yeah that's for real, for real, for real
You know I'm cappin' for real
Walk around with it for real
You wanna bet that my money, for real
For real, for real?
All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's
Yeah that's for real, for real, for real
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Writer: Symere Woods, Bobby Turner, Kenneth Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Feelings Mutual

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 nomore
No, I can't feel no more
I can't

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

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

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

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

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

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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Writer: Symere Woods, Bach Nguyen-Tran, Ebony Oshunrinde
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Neon Guts

Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Uh huh, yeah, yeah
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts

Admit it, I move like amoeba
I float in the room like I'm reefer
Alien, I'm not your kind of people
Telepathic fam watch how I read ya
You ain't got emeralds greener
You ain't got rich up the sleeve
And I got a Rolls that's in the Grove, that I ain't drove
Shit, I don't know the reason
Andele, andele, arriba
Me and J Balvin on G5
Success is a drug man, and we high
I am mother as a beehive
I got love for you haters
Ain't you tired of enslavement
Come with us, make some paper
'Cause you should own what you labor

Yeah, You never stayed in Kailua
I put Chanel on my shooter
Flooded my chain and it's Gucci
I don't want that girl she moody
I'm basically saying that I'm cooler
Get Dior discounts from my cougar
Back in the six-grade I got them bad grades
I was in love with my tutor
See, musically, Lil Uzi trapping man
Most of you rappers be actors man
Go M.I.A when I find little Madison
Stay at the Ritz-Carlton, this not the Radisson
Just took a blue one, 'bout to take the red pill
Purple thoughts in my brain, hope it don't spill
Stay with a nerd just like Urkel Jaleel
Fresh just like Carlton, I kill 'em with Will
Big ass "R" on my Smiths
Big ass "R" on my whip
Slip-on shoes, so you won't trip
Said she kinda fine if she got some hips
Momma said, "Let me see the witch"
Boy you know light and dark don't mix
Mix it up, boy, bad luck
Sick to my stomach with them neon guts

Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don't touch
Our jewelry's be on Tut
And it give a nigga colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energies, we don't touch
Our jewelry's be on Tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts

Yeah fam
Pharrell on Mars with my fellow stars
I'm like lightning striking on a metal rod
Say "Hello, God" on the double bars
So dammit, Amex, I got a yellow card
Yellow card, yellow card
Damn, P, I need a yellow card
I am from The Root like where the petal start
I had to push like a pedal
Started way after but ahead of y'all
New crib, got a better yard
Two years, I got hella cars
Since the eighth grade I had hella broads
Hella broads, hella broads
Yellow painting with a yellow brush
Shit came from cost, probably Marge
Slick my hair back like I'm Chico DeBarge
I got some lights on my chest
Don't confuse it with a heart
Heard things ain't looking too good for you
Had to pull some strings like I play the harp
I get these billions alone
It been that way from the start
Smoking good kush, my cologne
Got neon guts 'cause I can't see in the dark

Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don't touch
Our jewelry's be on Tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Higher than Elon Musk
So high stars eat our dust
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
Dark energy, we don't touch
Our jewelry's be on Tut
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
And I got a colorful aura
Like I got neon guts
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Symere Woods, Pharrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Early 20 Rager

Why you hatin'
Boy you hatin'
Boy you fakin'
Boy you fakin'
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Yeah, uh
That be Maaly Raw

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Chop it, up, off the plate, how long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face
Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Chop it, up, off the plate, how long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face
Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake

Nowadays I get like 80k a show
Now at fifty shows straight for my tour
Run it up, run it up
F*ck your bitch, made her play double-dutch
Hit from the back, f*ck her stomach up
Cheerios, lick on my honey nuts
Nowadays I get like 80k a show
Now at fifty shows straight from October
Run it up, run it up
F*ck your bitch, made her play double-dutch
Hit from the back, f*ck her stomach up
Cheerios, lick on my honey nuts

F*ck yo girl on cam, GoPro, that's 'cause she a hoe
Lil Uzi, I hope you prepared for the ride
F*ck yo girl on cam, GoPro, that's 'cause she a hoe
Diamonds all on my fingers, diamonds all on her toes
F*cking R&B singers, I got R&B hoes

Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Chop it, up, off the plate, how long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face
Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake
Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Chop it up, off the plate, how long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face
Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake

Feel like Triple-Six Mafia, all I see is demons
That bitch ain't on a boat, all she see is seamen
Four-hundred dollars for a brand-new Gucci beanie
Whip it up like pasta, eat it up like a linguini
Oops, I flexed I'm sorry
I ain't even mean it
Oops, I flexed I'm sorry
I ain't even mean it
See it then I get it
If I want it, already have it
Diamonds on my Rollie, AP flooded like a Patek

I knew that I
I wouldn't make up
Time is racin'
I have patience
I wear the, Cartier, these ain't Ray-Bans
Why you fakin'
Why you hatin'

Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Chop it, up, off the plate, how long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face
Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake
Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight
Chop it up, off the plate, how long do it take?
Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face
Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake

Tell me
Why you hatin'
F*ck yo girl on cam, GoPro that's 'cause she a hoe
Diamonds all on my fingers, diamonds all on her toes
F*cking R&B singers, I got R&B singers
I got R&B singers, I got R&B singers
I got R&B singers, I got R&B singers
I got R&B singers, I got R&B singers
I got R&B singers, I got R&B singers
I got R&B singers
I got R&B hoes
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Symere Woods, Jamaal Henry
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






UnFazed

I'm unfazed (woah)
I'm unfazed (woah)
I'm unfazed (woah)
I'm unfazed (woah)
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed (woah)
I'm unfazed (yeah, yeah)
I'm unfazed (yeah, yeah)
I'm unfazed (yeah, yeah)
I'm unfazed (yeah, yeah)

Turn that girl into a bad bitch
Turn that girl into a savage
And you might think she's outstanding
Make that girl go through practice
Take three Xannies like a hat trick
Take another pill for that magic
These models 'bout to get ratchet
These models 'bout to get ratchet
Give a f*ck about what a source say
Don't attach me to your name
A-all they wanted was more fame
All they wanted was more fame
And you were always a distraction
It was never gonna last, and
They will always be the past, and
They just tryna get reactions from me

Woah
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed (oh, oh)
I'm unfazed (oh, oh)
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed (oh, oh)
I'm unfazed (oh, oh)
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed

I make it rain, you can have it (woah)
Make it disappear like magic (woah)
I, I met that girl right at Magic
Left with her and a big bag and
She slippery, losin' traction
You keep listenin' to your mad friends
Your last old enough he might die, friend
So that guy, to me, he a has-been
I took his girl, yeah that's Bogart
I f*ck that girl like a pornstar (woah)
Yeah, it's Starboy and a born star
Pull up every which way in foreign cars (woah)
Skrrrt, vroom
Man, these broads so fake (so fake)
Mistakes, time to part ways
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you can keep it (you can keep it)
You say you're real, what's the meanin'? (What's the meanin'?)
Countin' Washingtons, this Gilbert Arenas (that's Arenas)
Hit it twice to let her know I really mean it (I really mean it)

Woah, woah
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed (oh, oh)
I'm unfazed (oh, oh)
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah)
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed (oh, oh)
I'm unfazed (oh, oh)
I'm unfazed
I'm unfazed (woo!)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Don Cannon, Jamaal Talib Henry, Jason Quenneville, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Pretty Mami

Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Baby your time's up now, I gotta go
Wanna hang with my gang, yeah I gotta know
Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show
Yeah these diamonds on my rock, nigga yeah I'm rockin' gold

Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Coasta
She know I'm a soldier, girl, I'll let you know

I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Coasta
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm posin'
Get that thot just like I

I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Coasta
She know I'm a soldier, girl, I'll let you know

I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Coasta
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm posin'
Get that thot just like I

80k a show, 100k a show (alright)
Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden?
Walking with my .40, and my money showing
Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain't foldin'
Boy I am not slow, you hate on the low
You was still at home, I was on the road
Know that I'm a dog, I'm bad to the bone
Dior my cologne, smoking gas it's strong
Leave me alone, stop calling my phone
Already know what you're thinking lil baby
Girl, oh I know
She said "Uzi baby, they ain't got no dough"
Why you're so dope? Yeah, you oughtta know

Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Coasta
She know I'm a soldier, girl, I'll let you know

I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Coasta
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm posin'
Get that thot just like I

Boy you took a L and we can see that
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Daredevil can see that
Pockets giant just like Andre, addicted, let me do 3Stacks
I get money, f*ck your bitch, stay real, ooh, that's three facts
Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that
Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh don't relapse
She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing's tapped
Diamonds all up on my pinky, think this thing's tapped
I do not f*ck with these niggas, man I mean that
Woah, money envelope
I was just so broke, I didn't have hope
Now I'll

Let you know, I'ma let you know
You can't keep 'em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Coasta
She know I'm a soldier, girl, I'll let you know

I'ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the Coasta
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I'm posin'
Get that thot just like I

Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag (yeah!)
Can't nobody touch my swag
Can't nobody touch my swag
Baby your time's up now, I gotta go
Why you hating on my gang? Yeah, I gotta know
Boy you know you're so rough, baby, rock my show
Yeah these diamonds on my rock, nigga yeah I'm rockin' gold
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Donald Cannon, Ramon Ibanga, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






How To Talk

"And you didn't come here for me, let's talk about it
'Cause if you would of came here for me that would of been planned
You would've put me on
You ain't say 'oh I'm coming this, I'm coming that'
You just sit here and tell me one thing and you always do another
Because of, 'cause, let me know, let me, let me tell you why
'Cause you're not a man of your word
That's, that's the reason why
So let's talk about it
Oh, you come here for nothing
No, you came here for what?
Whoever you came here for
So, whatever, you have no type of communication at all
So get up out my comments"

Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I'm gon' ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or don't talk to me at all yeah
On the way one call yeah
Count it up and it's all there
Water hittin' look like small tears

Told her "talk to me nice, talk to me nice"
I say it once, I won't say it twice
Okay, might say it twice, because I'm kinda high
Even though I'm so evil, I still look at the sky
And I ask why

Why I treat her like my dog, yeah
We supposed to be all here
She got different color long hair
Pull up coupe two small chairs
Took that girl right in the club
Felt the booty and it's all there
So smooth so it's all Nair
Heard she talk to a ball player (what?) it's cool
Heard she talk to a ball player but you know I keep it all player
And I heard he ain't a star player
I'm not worried, I'm a hard worker
I'm in outer space on Mars faded
And I'm not tryna make it R Rated
But my niggas look like Darth Vader

Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I'm gon' ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or don't talk to me at all yeah
On the way, one call yeah
Count it up and it's all there
Water hittin' look like small tears

I was in a dream, yeah I used to dream
I was all a dream
Now I'm in reality, don't need those
It's fantasy, what I see, sleep when I'm woke
Real ones can't die, only multiply
But I know something, it ain't right, how you put me to the side
When I called your phone, yeah, you said I was lying
How am I lying? I just pulled up to my show
I'm still on the grind
Heard you got a chauffeur (woo)
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Heard she a Doll when she mad, why I flood her all in ice
Ride it like a bike, bust me like a Sprite
Load up the jet for New York tonight

Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I'm gon' ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or don't talk to me at all yeah
On the way, one call yeah
Count it up and it's all there
Water hittin' look like small tears
Talk to me
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ebony Oshunrinde, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






X

Yo, yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?
Metro!
I love you
I don't want you

I don't know what's next, yeah
I don't want my ex, no
Break up with a text
I'm not tryna flex
Girl, you know the rest (bye, bye hoe)
Bitch, I write a check
Watch me with a chick
Take off in a jet
So I just never stress

I could never stress
Yeah, my life's a mess
But I'm also blessed
My heart's in the junkyard 'cause it's wrecked
And today's not feeling like it used to
You got stuck up in that life that you was used to
If you got hurt, yeah, I got hurt, yeah, I got bruised, too
That's the main reason why I had to choose you
If you got options, I got options, baby, who you?
I got one that's on my line that look like new new
She got ass just like a zebra on a zoo, too
So basically what I'm saying, I'm not scared to lose you

I don't want my ex (aye)
Break up with a text
I'm not tryna flex (what, what)
Girl, you know the rest (bye, bye hoe)
Bitch, I write a check
Watch me with a chick
Take off in a jet
So I just never stress

Leonardo DiCaprio
Watch out, boys, I might bag your hoe
Love so strong that shit had me gone
Getting cash, too, I was all alone
Swag on them by mistake
I cannot believe that I made this shit from a mixtape
Bitch, you know I'm flooded
You know my mama wrist straight
Grandma don't like diamonds
She say, "Make sure that my rent's paid," yeah
And I make sure that your rent's paid
Make you live your own life when you hung out with Lindsay
I don't want you never ever running in a frenzy
But that's just some shit that everybody's friends say

I don't know what's next, yeah
I don't want my ex, no
Break up with a text
I'm not tryna flex (what, what)
Girl, you know the rest (bye bye, hoe)
Bitch, I write a check
Watch me with a chick
Take off in a jet
So I just never stress

Leonardo DiCaprio
Leonardo DiCaprio
Leonardo DiCaprio
Watch out boys, I might bag your hoe
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jordan Jenks, Leland Tyler Wayne, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Malfunction

No one wants to die alone
They don't wanna miss the show
It's funny, time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
(Don't) Seems to be over
(Never) Seems to be over
(Damn, yeah) Seems to be over
Seems to be over

They know she's mine 'cause I rule her
She says he does fine but I'm cooler
I got way more diamonds than your jeweler
All my girls dress like they work at Hooters
First I get my racks and then I backpack
No, I don't subtract, I might just add that
Did it on my own, no, you can't tax that
This that under the table, you can't track that
Put money ahead and I move with the brick
But I do not need a toaster
Diamond, water, I'm the boatster
Pull up right there in the Roadster
She ain't want me, I was so hurt
I was broke just like Joe Dirt
Where you from, throw it up, nigga
I'm from the lowest part of Earth (yeah)

No one wants to die alone
They don't wanna miss the show
It's funny, time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
(Don't) Seems to be over
(Never) Seems to be over
(Damn, yeah) Seems to be over
Seems to be over

Over you, yeah
I got two so you know that I can lose ya
Moving my savages, you know my boys 'gone shoot, yeah
Came to the club on my solo tryna groove, yeah
Just keep on walking, it is nothing just to prove, yeah
Oh, hell his diamonds fake and he can't fool us
You know it's Christian Dior all up on my shoes, yeah
White stripes on the arm of my tie, brown suit, ah
You know I pull up and I got my tootah
You know that I don't go nowhere without my ruler
You know everything that I said was for the mula
I swear that me and your love's dad called the movers

No one wants to die alone
They don't wanna miss the show
It's funny, time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
(Don't) Seems to be over
(Never) Seems to be over
(Damn, yeah) Seems to be over
Seems to be over

Put money ahead and I move with the brick
But I do not need a toaster
Diamond, water, I'm the boatster
Pull up right there in the Roadster
She ain't want me, I was so hurt
I was broke just like Joe Dirt
Where you from, throw it up, nigga
I'm from the lowest part of Earth
I told that girl pull up her skirt
I am so high that I don't wear no shirt
Talk about me, you f*ck 'round go get murked
Reject your bitch with my dick when she jerk
I hit it first, Lil Uzi Vert
Know I stay on alert
Know I stay on alert
Know I stay on alert
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ebony Oshunrinde, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Dark Queen

Dear mama
Love you mama
I ain't goin', mama
That be Maaly Raw

Dear mama
I don't wanna sign off (no way)
Out here getting commas (commas)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (oh yeah)
She don't want me locked up (locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (wash up)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (oh yeah)
I don't wanna sign off (woah)

Mama love me so I can do no wrong (do no wrong)
Mama in the trap so this her favorite song (favorite song)
I'm gon' get them racks lil baby they some more
Said I wasn't nothing but I can destroy
You got the best advice but I won't call (no way)
I know I'm grown so I do not need ya'll (I got it)
And if I get locked up, mama change the law (oh yeah)
You fix everything so that's what I thought
When I was small mama made me tall (made me tall)
Even though I'm daddy pup she still gon' wipe my paws
Don't care about this money, don't care about them cars (she drivin')
Lose my mama, that's a problem you can't solve

Dear mama
I don't wanna sign off (no way)
Out here getting commas (commas)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (oh yeah)
She don't want me locked up (locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (wash up)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (oh yeah)
I don't wanna sign off (whoa)

Now I got the game in a headlock (headlock)
Never catch me lackin' run a red light (no lackin' shorty, skrrt)
Bitch, we talkin' codes we the red slugs (on folk n'em)
They tried to break my safe I had a deadlock (deadlock)
Mama used a bag in the day time (day time)
Mama got that bag by the night time (night time)
Was on 32nd Street, I was like everything (I ain't crumblin')
Moved to FrancisVille and met my real friends (bah)
Mama said, "stay down there 'fore you get hurt"
That was way before I was Lil Uzi Vert (1600)
Mama saw me in action, it could've got worse (1600)
I know that my mama know I'm shootin' first

Dear mama
I don't wanna sign off (no way)
Out here getting commas (commas)
Like my dad, I'm a grinder (oh yeah)
She don't want me locked up (locked up)
Mama, I'm gon' wash up (yeah)
Whip my wrist, it lock up (yeah)
All my diamonds rocked up (oh yeah)
I don't wanna sign off (whoa)

Dear mama
Love you, mama
That's my mama (1600 block)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Symere Woods, Rex Kudo, Jamaal Henry
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






XO TOUR Llif3

Are you alright?
I'm alright
I'm quite alright
And my money's right
(8) yeah
Countin' them bands all way to the top 'til they be fallin' over
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin' them bands all the way to the top 'til we fallin' over

I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge

Phantom that's all red
Inside all white
Like something you ride a sled down
I just want that head
My Brittany got mad
I'm barely her man now
Everybody got the same swag now
Watch the way that I tear it down
Stackin' my bands all the way to the top
All the way 'til my bands fallin' over
Every time that you leave your spot
Your girlfriend call me like, "Come on over"
I like the way that she treat me
Gon' leave you, won't leave me, I call it that Casanova
She said I'm insane, yeah
I might blow my brain out (hey)
Xanny help the pain, yeah
Please, Xanny, make it go away
I'm committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me
All the pain, now I can't feel it
I swear that it's slowing me, yeah

I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "I am not afraid to die" (yeah)
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge (yeah)
All my friends are dead (yeah, ooh)
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead, yeah
All my friends are dead, yeah

That is not your swag, I swear you fake hard
Now these niggas wanna take my cadence
Rain on, thunderstorm, rain on (oh yeah)
Medicine, lil' nigga, take some (yeah-yeah)
Fast car, NASCAR, race on
In the club they got no ones, then we would beg them
Clothes from overseas
Got the racks and they all C-Notes, you is not a G though
Lookin' at you stackin' up your money, it all green though
I was countin' that and these all twenties, that's a G-roll

She say
"You're the worst, you're the worst"
I cannot die because this my universe

I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you shoulda never lied
Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Symere Woods, John Lucas, Bryan Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Back to: Lil Uzi Vert


Luv Is Rage 2 is the debut studio album by American rapper and singer Lil Uzi Vert. It was released through Generation Now and Atlantic Records on August 25, 2017. The album features guest appearances from The Weeknd, Oh Wonder, and Pharrell Williams.

The album serves as a successor to their third extended play, Luv Is Rage 1.5 (2017), and their debut commercial mixtape, Luv Is Rage (2015). Luv Is Rage 2 was supported by three singles: "XO Tour Llif3", "The Way Life Goes" and "Sauce It Up".

Luv Is Rage 2 was met with generally positive reviews, debuting at number one on the US Billboard 200 with 135,000 album-equivalent units, of which 28,000 were pure album sales.

On March 19, 2019, the album was certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) for combined sales, streaming, and track-sale equivalents of two million units.
Performed By: Lil Uzi Vert
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Bobby Kritical, Cubeatz, D. Rich, DaHeala, DJ Plugg, Don Cannon, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Ike Beatz, Illmind, JW Lucas, Lil Uzi Vert, Lyle LeDuff, Maaly Raw, Metro Boomin, Pharrell Williams, Pi'erre Bourne, Rex Kudo, TM88, The Weeknd, WondaGurl
Length: 56:13
Released: August 25th, 2017
Year: 2017

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