Lirik Lagu SideLine Watching (Hold Up) - Lil Uzi Vert
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Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
Pull up, I'm suitedAnd you know I got my toolieOkay, I might Bentley coupe itHeard you pull up, Mini CooperTold that lil bitch that she stupidOkay these niggas can't move meOkay these bitches can't move meThose are not diamonds, they're rubiesWait that's not rubies, that's glassSmack that bitch right on the ass (What?)I know that she's scared to lose me (What?)Yeah my pullover be from LouisNiggas act like they was rootin'But they really be some goofies (They is)If you don't like me then sue me (What?)Yeah my new girl got that bootyThat my new girl up in GucciYeah, what?That my new girl up at GucciYeah, what?Spending bands all up at Gucci (Yeah)Look at your chain who your jeweler? (What)You need to come to my jeweler (Come on)I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah)I put a stick on my Ruger (Baa)In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah)Just met her, act like I knew her'Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, Yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah)Almost didn't make it but I made it through (I made it, yeah)Gettin' to the money, if you snooze you loseWoah, you should see the way that they plot on youWhat? Wait, why they plot on me?'Cause they really know it ain't no stopping meLike, first I hit my dance then they flock to meWent and did it all night, girl I gotta leaveYeah, pat your weaveDamn, before you see your manOh no, now you're mad, everything gon' hit the fanI don't want that um again, I don't want want that againEven though that girl a ten, think we better off being friendsSike!, I'mma hit that again (Yuh)I'mma lick that again, I'mma split that againNow I do what I want, can't do what I canThink you're on, not at all, 'cause you know I ball (Yea, what?)Boy I heard you soft, I'mma cop it for the costSmoke the gas on my cloth
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
Pull up, I'm suitedAnd you know I got my toolieOkay, I might Bentley coupe itHeard you pull up, Mini CooperTold that lil bitch that she stupidOkay these niggas can't move meOkay these bitches can't move meThose are not diamonds, they're rubiesWait that's not rubies, that's glassSmack that bitch right on the ass (What?)I know that she's scared to lose me (What?)Yeah my pullover be from LouisNiggas act like they was rootin'But they really be some goofies (They is)If you don't like me then sue me (What?)Yeah my new girl got that bootyThat my new girl up in GucciYeah, what?That my new girl up at GucciYeah, what?Spending bands all up at Gucci (Yeah)Look at your chain who your jeweler? (What)You need to come to my jeweler (Come on)I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah)I put a stick on my Ruger (Baa)In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah)Just met her, act like I knew her'Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, Yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah)Almost didn't make it but I made it through (I made it, yeah)Gettin' to the money, if you snooze you loseWoah, you should see the way that they plot on youWhat? Wait, why they plot on me?'Cause they really know it ain't no stopping meLike, first I hit my dance then they flock to meWent and did it all night, girl I gotta leaveYeah, pat your weaveDamn, before you see your manOh no, now you're mad, everything gon' hit the fanI don't want that um again, I don't want want that againEven though that girl a ten, think we better off being friendsSike!, I'mma hit that again (Yuh)I'mma lick that again, I'mma split that againNow I do what I want, can't do what I canThink you're on, not at all, 'cause you know I ball (Yea, what?)Boy I heard you soft, I'mma cop it for the costSmoke the gas on my cloth
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What)Let me catch my breath (Yeah)Let me count these checks (What)Flex on my ex (Yeah)I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't)Break up in a text (What?)Pull up in a GT3, fly off in a jet (Vroom!)
