- Juggernaut 歌詞 Lil Uzi Vert Pharrell Williams Tyler, The Creator
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- Lil Uzi Vert Pharrell Williams Tyler, The Creator
- Tyler/The Creator/DJ Drama：
Hey Miss Parker
Wait wait wait wait
Somethin' like
Uh-oh
I just cut some fresh lemons where's the sugar
Lemon in my 'ade lemon in my ears call 'em boogers
Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you n***as
Hold up
Yeah
What it is
It's that n***a T skin look colored in
Woo
Ridin' in double-double R that's that Cullinan
Yeah
Pullin' in that four hundred gram I just bought a disc
Yeah
Switzerland Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in
True story
Golf le Fleur that's Gianno shoe what I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a new van
I' m so motherf**kin' dead-a*s I need some Timberlands
Woo
I battle any man Uzi Vert don't think they understand
Lil Uzi Vert/Tyler/The Creator：
Skrrt cool
Double C on my feet
Double G on my freak
Ooh
Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me she better eat it then leave
Leave whoa
She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em bro she keep eatin' my seeds
Woo
Got a E and a B on the back of the CT
I'm done with the 12 got a V16
Uh
Say the money comin' in yeah that's true
The more money I get I don't wan' s* x you
Can't think about the last time that I text you
It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on a b***h every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb' I wreck you uh
So if this mind is yours
Woo woo woo
Tyler/The Creator/Lil Uzi Vert：
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
Lastyear more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit
Yeah uh uh uh whoa
Pharrell Williams：
It's the double P I rock double C
Man I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man come to me you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed that's a double Vs
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherf**kin' bumblebee
They just got the closest picture of the f**kin' sun surface that was us
Got the LaFerrari park that b** *h just for one purpose catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops you call 'em street sweepers back you up
Tat' you up then add you up then give you a cover like adieu
If the s **t's fake I don't respect it it's clickbait
And that's distaste like a s**t shake
What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate
S**t-faced get this straight this is truck wheels that grip tape
Tyler/The Creator/DJ Drama：
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
Last year more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit
Uh uh uh
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