Black Hole Songtext
von Lil Uzi Vert
Black Hole Songtext
I just was broke
Now I′m gettin' cash and these - all know
I been - way before I had these shows
She tryna - the gang like this -, the BangBros (whoa)
She said I can sing, yeah, she likin′ all my flows (whoa)
Studio, same thing, I ain't even change clothes
They tryna play me like a lame bro
Twenty thousand get a band, thirty thousand come with angles
They caught the right angle on the pic', yeah, it′s gon′ be a case closed
Ride on, uh
My - ride on
My - slide, yeah
Make this - cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get higher and higher
Send him to, up to the fire
Up to the fire
Yeah, - we need the bags for?
-, we gon' kill ′em all (kill 'em all)
- we need the bags for? (Yeah!)
Cash in the cash drawers (yeah)
-, my life amazing and I been that nigga, but
- all that, let′s fast-forward (huh?)
Yeah, I been gettin' guap for a long time
I′m from Philly, but it's still free Slime (yeah)
YSL, Yves Saint Laurent, heard that - wan' lay up
I don′t wanna -, that′s a lay-up
It's a setup ′cause I'm one of one
Got two guns, but I′m one of one
Yeah, they know that I'm never done
Came back with my second run
Still gettin′ money in like all month (-, yeah)
I just was broke
Now I'm gettin' cash and these - all know
I been - hoes way before I had these shows
She tryna - the gang like this -, the BangBros (whoa)
She said I can sing, yeah, she likin′ all my flows (whoa)
Studio, same thing, I ain′t even change clothes
They tryna play me like a lame bro
Twenty thousand get a band, thirty thousand come with angles
They caught the right angle on the pic', yeah, it′s gon' be a case closed
Ride on, uh
My - ride on
My - slide, yeah
Make this - cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get higher and higher
Send him to, up to the fire
Up to the fire
Yeah
Now I′m gettin' cash and these - all know
I been - way before I had these shows
She tryna - the gang like this -, the BangBros (whoa)
She said I can sing, yeah, she likin′ all my flows (whoa)
Studio, same thing, I ain't even change clothes
They tryna play me like a lame bro
Twenty thousand get a band, thirty thousand come with angles
They caught the right angle on the pic', yeah, it′s gon′ be a case closed
Ride on, uh
My - ride on
My - slide, yeah
Make this - cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get higher and higher
Send him to, up to the fire
Up to the fire
Yeah, - we need the bags for?
-, we gon' kill ′em all (kill 'em all)
- we need the bags for? (Yeah!)
Cash in the cash drawers (yeah)
-, my life amazing and I been that nigga, but
- all that, let′s fast-forward (huh?)
Yeah, I been gettin' guap for a long time
I′m from Philly, but it's still free Slime (yeah)
YSL, Yves Saint Laurent, heard that - wan' lay up
I don′t wanna -, that′s a lay-up
It's a setup ′cause I'm one of one
Got two guns, but I′m one of one
Yeah, they know that I'm never done
Came back with my second run
Still gettin′ money in like all month (-, yeah)
I just was broke
Now I'm gettin' cash and these - all know
I been - hoes way before I had these shows
She tryna - the gang like this -, the BangBros (whoa)
She said I can sing, yeah, she likin′ all my flows (whoa)
Studio, same thing, I ain′t even change clothes
They tryna play me like a lame bro
Twenty thousand get a band, thirty thousand come with angles
They caught the right angle on the pic', yeah, it′s gon' be a case closed
Ride on, uh
My - ride on
My - slide, yeah
Make this - cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get higher and higher
Send him to, up to the fire
Up to the fire
Yeah
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