Lo Mein歌词
歌手：Lil Uzi Vert 专辑：Eternal Atake
作词 : Symere Woods/Daniel Pérez/Brandon Terrell Veal
作曲 : Symere Woods/Daniel Pérez/Brandon Terrell Veal
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n!gga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred n!gga that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
N!gga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
I said Rick Owen boot they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man she asked for some racks gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These n!ggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these n!ggas by eons, man
She let me touch for the freon, man
So you know that's a must like Elon, man
They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'
Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, man
I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton
Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
Cartier's got diamonds all in the middle
Like a n!gga pulled up with three eyes, man
Just [?][0:48] shits, they all G.I., man
Everybody got Rollies, that's two time frames
I said my side girl tryna be my main
And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side
I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (Skrrt)
In this Rolls-Royce truck
Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah)
You can get what you want
Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo)
Rickity-racks that's all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks)
I'm turnt to the max, these lil' itty-bitty n!ggas know it's up
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n!gga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred n!gga that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
N!gga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
Up, up, up, uppity
Moonwalkin' all on the money
When I moonwalk my diamonds still sunny
When I moonwalk I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I'm too litty, b!tch like Chinese kitty
[?] my section, no Remy (Let's go)
Two J-T, out the city
I can make a hoe get way too sticky
Yeah, way, way, way too sticky
Hold up, don't you got a whole situation?
Live my life, too risky
How you doing Uzi? I'm doing great
I pulled up in the foreign, let's race
Yes, I stay with some money on me
Only thing in my pocket, big face
It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and skinny waist
It's amazing to me how I spend all this money and I ain't even go in my safe
It's amazing to me how these n!ggas don't know but still find a way just to hate
It's amazing to me how back then she didn't want me but now she wanna go on a date
It's amazing to me how she ask for them racks, girl get the fxck out my face
It's amazing to me how I'm eatin' so much and I still didn't gain no weight
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n!gga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred n!gga that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
N!gga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
Up, up, up, uppity
Moonwalkin' all on the money
When I moonwalk my diamonds still shinin'
When I moonwalk I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What the f-
That shit smoking, what the-
作曲 : Symere Woods/Daniel Pérez/Brandon Terrell Veal
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n!gga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred n!gga that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
N!gga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
I said Rick Owen boot they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man she asked for some racks gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These n!ggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these n!ggas by eons, man
She let me touch for the freon, man
So you know that's a must like Elon, man
They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'
Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, man
I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton
Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
Cartier's got diamonds all in the middle
Like a n!gga pulled up with three eyes, man
Just [?][0:48] shits, they all G.I., man
Everybody got Rollies, that's two time frames
I said my side girl tryna be my main
And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side
I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (Skrrt)
In this Rolls-Royce truck
Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah)
You can get what you want
Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo)
Rickity-racks that's all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks)
I'm turnt to the max, these lil' itty-bitty n!ggas know it's up
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n!gga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred n!gga that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
N!gga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
Up, up, up, uppity
Moonwalkin' all on the money
When I moonwalk my diamonds still sunny
When I moonwalk I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I'm too litty, b!tch like Chinese kitty
[?] my section, no Remy (Let's go)
Two J-T, out the city
I can make a hoe get way too sticky
Yeah, way, way, way too sticky
Hold up, don't you got a whole situation?
Live my life, too risky
How you doing Uzi? I'm doing great
I pulled up in the foreign, let's race
Yes, I stay with some money on me
Only thing in my pocket, big face
It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and skinny waist
It's amazing to me how I spend all this money and I ain't even go in my safe
It's amazing to me how these n!ggas don't know but still find a way just to hate
It's amazing to me how back then she didn't want me but now she wanna go on a date
It's amazing to me how she ask for them racks, girl get the fxck out my face
It's amazing to me how I'm eatin' so much and I still didn't gain no weight
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n!gga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred n!gga that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
N!gga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
Up, up, up, uppity
Moonwalkin' all on the money
When I moonwalk my diamonds still shinin'
When I moonwalk I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What the f-
That shit smoking, what the-
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