Hold on, wait
Ima sip lean to the face
I just might catch me a case
Yeah, and i might just give him a face lift
Shawty ain’t rocking no bape
Off-white with the laces
Balenciaga ain’t no faces, in the rarri ima lane switch
And your b#tch she gon’ get naked
I don’t got time for no fake sh#t
And if you want me then just say something
Cause i don’t go time for lame sh#t, uh
I don’t got time for no fake sh#t
And if you want me then just say something
Cause i don’t go time for lame sh#t, uh
They don’t got no business talking in the first place
I run up a bag for my baby that’s everyday
She hit my line for drugs and she don’t even gotta pay
And she just sucked me up so i know i gotta stay
And you know my old b#tch i got to keep her away
I just took my new b#tch out for fish-filet
We go to benihana’s, payed like eighty for her plate
We go to benihana’s, payed like eighty for her plate
Let me get my money up, she gon’ break it down
I just upped my thirty, and you know it got like forty rounds
b#tch it’s way too early, she was off the xans, i was countin’ bands
Now these b#tches is fans
I’ve been levitating off a thirty, i ain’t in a hurry
But the way you did me dirty, now my visions blurry
f#ck you b#tch i can still hold my gun sturdy.. sturdy
Fold his b#tch up like some origami
And my team is crazy, they know not to try me
f#ck love i left that sh#t behind me
Don’t come around here like a thot or get by me
Yeah that shawty slime, she grimey
How you say you grind? don’t put time in
Look at my wrist it’s shinin’, shinin’
Pull up on gang you dyin’, dyin’
Hold up, i’m on top of the moon
Taking acid with the shrooms
Lately i’ve been feeling whoozy
So i gotta tuck my uzi
So i gotta tuck my uzi
So i gotta tuck my uzi
So i gotta tuck my-
So i gotta tuck my-
So i gotta tuck my uzi
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Dawson Gregoire Lyrics – Uzi