Lil Uzi Vert - Global

[Lyrics]
I am like no other 
Pretty muthafucka
Money spread like butter
I’m a four leaf clover
Pockets full of a hunneds
Pockets full of a rubbers
Mr. TakeYaLover
She jus like my aura
These bitches love Skudda
Bad muthafucka
When I’m off dat X pill
Mind in the gutter
Niggas bout dat chit chat
Never wanna buss guns
Dick all in her stomach
Like I load a musket
They do it all for Skudda
Do it for my bruddas
My diamonds be custom
Hit wit different colors
Ha ha ha, u runnin
Ha ha ha, no money
My city like Gotham
I trap out the dungeon
Ballad of a dragon
But I vomit lava

Ballad of a Dragon

[Lyrics]
Tired of a goth bitch
Venom on my garments
Posted like a goon, Ima do you like a goblin
What’s that on my asscheeks, u lookin at Robins
Fill my pool wit blood, I jus press a single button

Horsepower like a thousand
Bite, I devour
I just gauge her love by the pedals of a flower
Drunk off lust, drunk off the power
Spikes on the kicks, red bottoms like Bowser

Da real blood walk
I got real blood guap
My ignorance’ll cut that chit chat
And let them guns talk

I flex to let the funds talk
She clap dat ass, the buns talk
My body let the drugs talk
Ima let the drums talk

Leave yo ass to bleed out while I fuck ur lady
Then I say peace out, on the road back to Hades
I flex anything, nigga ima flex baby
My tolerance so high, u gon fail tryna lace me

Tired of a goth bitch
Venom on my garments
Posted like a goon, so I’ll do you like a goblin
What’s that on my asscheeks, u lookin at Robins
Fill my pool wit blood, I jus press a single-

Bleed 2 This

Ghostride

CØCKRØACH (PRØD. VYLE)

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[Lyrics]
It’s the S to the K, U double D A
Now ya know
Once I seen that you a lick, where ya go?
We slide on them niggas when we dump, get low
Puffin on dro, had to open up the door
Cuz I’m smokin on the spirit of the ground
Dat mean I be smokin loud
I got 99 problems so I pack a hunned rounds
Nigga thought the yop flocka, all he heard was

BOW BOW BOW BOW
BOW BOW BOW BOW
BOW, BOW BOW BOW BOW
BOW, BOW BOW BOW BOW
BOW, BOW BOW

You crazy, they say boy you crazy
Nigga don’t fake me, niggas fugazi
I say suck, fuck, or pay me
That bullshit don’t faze me
A noodle knocker til wavy
I slap dick on her face bitch eat that
My flow bitch you can keep that
I’m rollin wit a deep pack
Bitch emotions you can keep that
Flip the cash and I could kick back
Slaughter bitches, get a lotta bitches
When I kick em out the spot, I erase the thought of bitches

I’m god at this shit, I’m god at this point
Hrrr, rah rah kick, come meet that 5.56
The way she ride my dick, I think I like dis bitch
I bought a richard millie to know what time it is
The real vamp life, Skudda tryna bite a bitch
Right before the C, remember where the hyphen is
All this ice up on my fingers got a diamond fist
And I’d rather smoke a blunt, my gun be pipin shit

Cuz I’m smokin on the spirit of the ground
Dat mean I be smokin loud
I got 99 problems so I pack a hunned rounds
Nigga thought the yop flocka, all he heard was

BOW BOW BOW BOW
BOW BOW BOW BOW
BOW, BOW BOW BOW BOW
BOW, BOW BOW BOW BOW
BOW, BOW BOW

CØCKRØACH (PRØD. VYLE)

MIKE IKE (@dezdagodfather999)

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