paroles de chanson Light Year (Practice) - Lil Uzi Vert
I
like
real
ratchet
bitches
(keep
goin')
I
mean
real
ratchet
bitches
(brr,
keep
goin')
I
see
all
these
girls
and
they
lookin'
so
thick
(keep
goin')
But
I
got
real
racks
to
get
(real
racks
to
get)
(I
ain't
worried
'bout
them)
Rick
Owen
match
the
bed,
yes,
I
sleep
in
designer
Eatin'
my
cereal
with
ice-ice
diamonds,
so
when
I'm
eatin'
breakfast,
I'm
shinin'
(yeah)
Tony
Hawk,
Lil
Uzi
be
grindin'
Diamonds,
they
pissy
and
Issey
Raf
Simons
I'ma
be
litty,
I'll
wait
'til
I'm
50
No,
matter
fact,
60,
she
tryna
get
with
me
She
suckin'
Daytona,
and
every
time
that
she
go
deep
throat
It
feel
like
the
hemi
(feel
like
hemi)
At
the
least,
it's
a
burst,
I
don't
do
no
semi
Like
I
don't
think
a
purse
could
hold
all
these
new
bands
(let's
go)
Like
racks
look
so
dumb
in
my
pants
I
got
so
much
like
I
need
a
suitcase,
like
I'm
the
type
of
nigga
beat
my
case
and
the
motherfuckin'
judge
never
saw
my
face
Look
at
them
now
Know
it's
some
niggas
that
think
I'm
a
clown
That's
cool,
this
money
can,
um,
get
you
down
Bitch,
we
in
Philly
with
three
thousand
rounds
Nobody
want
smoke,
we
got
beef
out
of
town
Niggas
be
like,
"Why
you
always
out
of
town?"
Shit,
I'm
on
the
jet
with
this
pound
(Universe
slide
in
the
250,
listen
for
a
jet,
jet
feel
like
a
plane)
Okay,
let's
talk
'bout
the
pape'
I
got
all
types
of
cake,
I
made
three
M's
off
eighths
Made
like
50
off
hit,
and
I'm
still
on
my
shit,
and
I'm
rich,
no
debate
Pardon
my
Wraith,
I
mean
this
is
a
spaceship
My
girl
lookin'
good,
always
think
of
you
lesser
In
my
bedroom
and
my
eyes'll
undress
her
Her
head
on
the
dresser
like,
"Damn,
girl,
you
sexy"
Shout
out
my
Patek,
my
Patek
my
bestie
Been
ballin'
so
long,
I
swear
I
need
an
ESPY
Diamond
my
neck,
yeah,
that
shit
like
Wayne
Gretzky
Now
he
got
the
switch,
but
he
used
to
watch
Jessie
Disney
Channel,
that
nigga
be
catchy
I'm
catchy
too,
but
I
watched
Ed,
Edd
n
Eddy
Need
to
stretch
all
these
fake-ass
niggas
'cause
they
fetty
I
ain't
gon'
lie,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
I
don't
think
that
they
ready,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
I
don't
think
that
they
ready,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
(whoa)
Think
that
they
ready,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
I
don't
think
that
they
ready,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
I
don't
think
that
they
ready,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
I
don't
think
that
they
ready,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
Think
that
they
ready,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
I
don't
think
that
they
ready,
I
don't
think
that
they
ready
I
got
the
fan
on
me
just
like
I'm
Jake
(huh?),
Money
all
over
the
place
Diamonds
cleansin'
your
face
just
like
up,
like
ovation
No,
I
never
fucked
your
bitch,
I'm
just
smashin'
her
face
I
got
glass
on
the
bezel,
got
glass
on
the
face
But
it
came
like
this,
it's
a
factory
date
These
niggas
pussy,
they
soft
like
a
chafer
Irritatin'
that
bitch,
you
so
aggravatin'
Fuck,
you
thought
that
I
lost?
I'm
swaggin',
I'm
awesome,
I'm
saucy,
my
brain,
I
lost
it
Just
like
Randy,
put
my
arm
out,
I'm
awesome
Put
a
hole
in
the
nigga
like
a
dolphin
I
told
my
big
bro
we
ain't
takin'
losses
I
got
some
secret
money
in
the
coffin
Smokin'
the
Candy
Shop,
it
got
me
coughin'
Bitch,
it's
so
hot
like
I
turned
on
defroster
I'm
fresh
off
the
nitrous,
ain't
mess
up
a
bit-it
How
you
say
that
I'm
soft
when
I'm
always
revealin'
you?
Got
16
hoe,
yeah,
guess
who's
the
villain
now?
He
call
16
hoes,
shit,
I
guess
he
a
dunzo
Now
she
be
on
two
drums,
on
your
bongo
Smoke
so
much,
I
don't
know
where
my
lungs
go
Stand
on
my
money,
I'm
tall
as
Mutombo
Come
to
my
block,
yeah,
it
look
like
a
gunshow
Trap
out
apartments,
it's
only
a
front
door
Puttin'
on
for
my
block
'fore
I
could
leave,
fronto
Put
my
arms
in
my
hoodie,
this
shit
look
like
a
puncho
If
I
stand
on
the
money,
then
I'm
tall
like
Huncho
Look,
I
ain't
tryna
tussle,
end
of
discussion
My
shooter
with
me
got
bodies
like
he
Russian
Fast
money,
slow
money,
I
don't
care,
I
ain't
rushin'
My
block
hot,
this
shit
like
an
oven
This
shit
like
an
oven,
this
shit,
it
be
bustin'
I
ain't
Hollywood,
do
some
shit
for
my
cousin
(yeah)
That's
what
I'm
posed
to,
but
that
shit
wasn't
nothin'
I
just
got
a
nigga
hit
for
like
four
or
five
hundred
I
just
came
from
the
A
with
like
four
or
five
buttons
(Eternal
Atake
2)
1 Chill Bae
2 Goddard Song
3 PerkySex
4 Black Hole
5 Conceited
6 Space High
7 We Good
8 Light Year (Practice)
9 Meteor Man
10 Paars In The Mars
11 The Rush (feat. Big Time Rush)
12 Not An Option
13 She Stank
14 Lyft Em Up
15 Chips and Dip
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