hardy boys 3 (tiktok version) - lil uzi vert (prod. TIAAN)

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  • Опубликовано: 13 окт 2024
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    🎧Music used:
    ➜Lil Uzi Vert - Hardy Boys 3
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    [Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & DC The Don]
    Yeah
    Woo, woo (Let's go, Mario)
    Woo, woo (Let's go)
    Woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
    Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
    [Chorus]
    Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
    Fuck on your bitch, 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 Mille, this not a silly watch (Woah)
    All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
    Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (Hello?)
    At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
    Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
    I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
    That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
    Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
    Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
    Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
    Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Blah)
    [Verse 1]
    Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
    Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butterscotch
    Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot
    Got my money, then I had to just flood the block (Yeah)
    I'm the only one that fucked on that bitch
    But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block (Ayy, ayy)
    Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block
    We got shooters that's gon' pull up and X your block (Blah)
    Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
    Makin' money like a nigga don't need to drop
    One eye open, 'Luminati like Fetty Wap
    Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock
    Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
    Gettin' 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 bitch, yeah, she live in New York
    But I took her right down right in LA
    Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
    Intersection probably where, um, the felons be
    I'm on Rodeo, it ain't shit you could tell to me
    And I'm on a boat, it ain't shit you could sell to me
    [Chorus]
    Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
    Fuck on your bitch, 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 Mille, this not a silly watch
    All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
    Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
    At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
    Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
    I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
    That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
    Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
    Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
    Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
    Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot
    [Verse 2]
    I was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lot
    Highbridge, I was just right there on the block
    What do they got in common with Uzi? (Yeah)
    We get money and we fucked up just on your thots (Yeah)
    Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot
    I'm so lit, I could make your whole strip hot
    Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rock
    Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thot
    Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top
    This Chanel, no, I don't wear no Baccarat
    Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat
    Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock
    I'm in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks
    Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot
    Seventeen-five for a t-shirt
    He got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah
    Gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs
    I'm a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop
    Hugh Hefner died, so I can't get bunny top
    I can never die unless all my money stops
    Fuckin' all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot
    When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot
    Countin' up my millions, you know it's up a lot (Yeah)
    [Chorus]
    Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
    Fuck on your bitch, 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 Mille, this not a silly watch
    All this money make me wan' hit my Diddy Bop
    Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
    At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
    Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
    I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
    That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
    Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
    Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
    Double-park, new Lambo' with no parkin' spot
    Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)
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    ➜ No copyright infringement intended.
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