Silly Watch歌词
歌手：Lil Uzi Vert 专辑：Eternal Atake
作词 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester
作曲 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester
Yeah (What's good, Mario?)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Let's go)
Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah)
Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel but I call that b!tch butterscotch
Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot
Got my money, then I had to just flex the block
I'm the only one that fxcked on that b!tch
But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block
Yeah, I pulled up in my car, b!tch, I blessed the block
We got shooters that's gon' pull up and ax your block (Blah)
Woof, woof, woof, woof (Yeah)
Makin' money like a n!gga don't need the drop
One eye open, Illuminati like Fetty Wap
Michael wave, help me drive out the reddy rock
Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
Hatin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stop
Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop?
She look good but she wear Fashion Nova
Took her shoppin', put her right in some vetements
Got a b!tch, yeah, she live in New York
But I took her right down, right in L.A
Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
Inner section, probably where all the fellars be
I'm on Rodeo, it ain't sh!t you could tell to me
And I'm on a boat, it ain't sh!t you could sell to me
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah)
I was chillin' with the n!ggas you fear a lot
High bridge, I was right just there on the lot
What do they got in common with Uzi
We get money and we fxck up just on your thots
Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot
I'm so lit, I could make your whole streaming hot
Hit your b!tch, yeah, she make me want body rock
Get your b!tch, she a thotty, oh, thotty-thot
Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy-top
This Chanel, no, I don't wear no pocket rock
With the Vegas, made some money off baccarat
Raf Simons jeans, they got pocket rocket
I'm in Eliott, keep track of these diamond slots
Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot
Seventy-five for a T-shirt
He a half, like he pulled up just with a crop
Woah, gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs
I'm a hero on my bike, b!tch, I bunny-hop
Hugh Hefner die so I can't get bunny top
I can never die unless all my money stops (Ooh)
Fxckin' on your b!tch and now you's a thumb a lot
When I do that, yeah, I make that b!tch cum a lot
Countin' up my millions, you know it's (Yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)
作曲 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester
Yeah (What's good, Mario?)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Let's go)
Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah)
Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel but I call that b!tch butterscotch
Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot
Got my money, then I had to just flex the block
I'm the only one that fxcked on that b!tch
But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block
Yeah, I pulled up in my car, b!tch, I blessed the block
We got shooters that's gon' pull up and ax your block (Blah)
Woof, woof, woof, woof (Yeah)
Makin' money like a n!gga don't need the drop
One eye open, Illuminati like Fetty Wap
Michael wave, help me drive out the reddy rock
Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
Hatin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stop
Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop?
She look good but she wear Fashion Nova
Took her shoppin', put her right in some vetements
Got a b!tch, yeah, she live in New York
But I took her right down, right in L.A
Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
Inner section, probably where all the fellars be
I'm on Rodeo, it ain't sh!t you could tell to me
And I'm on a boat, it ain't sh!t you could sell to me
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah)
I was chillin' with the n!ggas you fear a lot
High bridge, I was right just there on the lot
What do they got in common with Uzi
We get money and we fxck up just on your thots
Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot
I'm so lit, I could make your whole streaming hot
Hit your b!tch, yeah, she make me want body rock
Get your b!tch, she a thotty, oh, thotty-thot
Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy-top
This Chanel, no, I don't wear no pocket rock
With the Vegas, made some money off baccarat
Raf Simons jeans, they got pocket rocket
I'm in Eliott, keep track of these diamond slots
Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot
Seventy-five for a T-shirt
He a half, like he pulled up just with a crop
Woah, gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs
I'm a hero on my bike, b!tch, I bunny-hop
Hugh Hefner die so I can't get bunny top
I can never die unless all my money stops (Ooh)
Fxckin' on your b!tch and now you's a thumb a lot
When I do that, yeah, I make that b!tch cum a lot
Countin' up my millions, you know it's (Yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)
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