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Tikai Premium biedri var vērot citu lietotāju kameras.Lai kļūtu par premium (ZELTA) biedru uz mūžu un iegūtu šo funkciju, viss, kas Jums jādara, jānopērk jebkuru žetonu daudzumu vienu reizi![Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] Know I got a lot, lot I'm a rockstar I'm a rockstar (Know I got a lot, lot) I'm a rockstar [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk I woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talking like me Woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talking like me [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that slightly My draco bitch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting I heard these niggas wanna fight me Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B We ain't fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting Fuck me, Bentley coupe I'm riding with a thottie, fuck I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, fuck I done fell in love with a thottie, fuck She just wanna fuck me for my clout, fuck Bitch I'm off the lean I crash the Audi, fuck Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk I woke up to niggas soundin' like me Woke up to niggas talkin' like me Woke up to niggas soundin' like me Woke up to niggas talkin' like me [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Oh I think they like me, in my white tee Oh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine These young nigga don't like me, but act just like me (why?) Fucked all of ya'll bitches so they parties don't invite me That bitch that's your wifey, she so trifflin' I been getting money so don't nothing really excite me Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean Yeah, that's that dirty, that's that dirty That girl all up in my face like she ain't tried to swerve me These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging No I cannot see a lame 'cause my Rolls Royce got curtains [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk I woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talking like me Woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talking like me [Verse 3: Playboi Carti] Oh I think they like me, that she like me The bitch want to indict me, she can't find me I'm like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please With my bitch like to sip lean, oh oh Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things I'm in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain I'm in Bompton with Pirus and I don't even bang Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang Shoutout Gi Gi that's my boo, she know that I claim Shootin' at these niggas like I'm in the paint Woke up like this [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk I woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talking like me I woke up to niggas sounding like me Woke up to niggas talking like me “wokeuplikethis*” is a direct confrontation to imitators of Lil Uzi Vert and Carti’s distinct style.

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Foot up on the gas, ain't no brakes in this bitch Cover girl givin' face to the Crip Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips High off the money and I'm wasted as shit High off the life and she can't get a grip Hundred dollar cup and you can't get a sip I'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick Hundred thousand dollar car where I sit And my broad is the shit Crenshaw in the 6 Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips You either ball or you brick She don't know money so she callin' you rich You ain't got game so you fall for the shit Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split Now you feel like a wimp Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit Got you all up in your feelings and shit Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga shit To the real nigga shit 50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit Gold crown on a real nigga wrist Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch .40 cal, no concealing the shit 4 gun cases, I'm still with this shit Backlit, wood wheel when I whip Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk In the field on my tip Hoes like Phil then I Stockton assist It ain't no stoppin' shit Avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6 [Verse 6: Problem] Got Mary blowing Jane We fucking high, sex on a plane Hey newscaster, we about to reign Loving the club because we fill the section with pain, c'mon Blow him up, finna explode All of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy 'Bout 150 Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow Let her play problem While problem tongue play with propeller (what) Keep fresh just in margielas Diamond lane running thangs ain't shit you can tell us (don't tell us nothing) Done everything, ain't shit you can sell us Money over bullshit, friction derail us (naw) [? Y., them eagles Fly through, get high too Fly as hell, might as well Hire you the live group Come through with that live crew Birds chirpin', cop that Birkin Boo, yo, I supplied you Liable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debut Slick, little niggas get gun pounding Keep moving, who saved you? Not me Me and Bronson, not we Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast Ice is on, heat close Fuck around and kill one of y'all clown ass niggas, word up Take your two, take your hat Take a nap, put your ass ton the ground, little niggas We pound niggas and drown niggas and Hemmied up, that brown, niggas All my niggas get stemi'd up Hennessy, Louie V Me and you, me and her We as one and she is done Battle rap me three to one Freedom after, kingdom come [Verse 10: Vado] Triple hundred K in my duffle Give a hundred K to my muscle Slept a hundred days, just wakin' up Need a brick, just break it up Break it down, then take the cut We shave around like a taper cut I weigh the pound, if you hatin' us 'Bout to paint the town, most hated what Most hated what Grab the dice then shake 'em up Talked hundreds since 8 and up You lost the onions, no makin' up No blunts but y'all fake as fuck It's gym time and I'm shapin' up I've been foulin', when Blake get up You gon' waste a life, you need to hang it up Dreams, click clack Man down with that chrome Uz' On his back like "nigga don't move" Word to mother, we don't lose Talk [? Never had a bitch nigga doubt me Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is shit On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same So forever am I living staying out of prison Mommy told me different but these hoes don't hear it Forever am I living staying out of prison Mommy told me different but these hoes don't hear it [Verse 14: Meech] I heard life's a bitch so I spit and stimulate her clit Hitting licks Henny shots hitting licks on the ave Hitting licks who is this? ] Might pull the piece, somebody call a Buddhist Your bitch put me high up on a nigga to-do list You can do that, fuck nigga do this And yeah I'm from the slimiest place where the bombs are pacin' Niggas call me Jason when the guns are chasin' Might hit 'em with the TEC, yeah the foul is flagrant You be on gay shit Hand in the bowl when your hand really cold Work the light in the day shift I don't really give a fuck as long as I get paid shift New Cadillac, chopper, no new blade shit I go crazy on this beat right now I really gotta go and spit heat right now Don't matter what the fuck it's prada Well fitting suits eating on clam chowder Knock it out the park like Eric Estrada Remember I was shoppin' at Family Dollar Got your main bitch Facebookin', beggin' for a swallow Pop this pill then I pop my collar Park this shit then I toss a couple dollars Instagram, gon' post for some follows I've been in and out my zone if you really wanna know I got Hen and got Patron if you're really tryna go [Verse 18: Bodega Bamz] Oh, you don't know Bamz?

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