"TWIN TRIM" lyrics
Lil Uzi Vert Lyrics
She can't suck my dick, I make this bitch just suck my nuts (Suck my nuts)
I told that girl can she please turn it up a notch (Turn it up)
Alright, alright on them drugs, the one that lean you over (Yeah)
This a double R, but she ain't even seen my chauffeur (No)
Bitch, I'm ballin', I can throw it up just like a floater (Yeah)
I don't want your bitch, don't save her number, just wan' hold her (Oh yeah)
One hundred and twenty five racks, I spent it all at Dover (Dover)
Y'all niggas really ain't vamps, I can tell that y'all posers (What?), yeah
I get younger, don't get older (Uh-huh, what? That's that)
All my bitches on your poster (Yeah)
Pockets got knots (Knots), move them pop rocks (Yeah)
I don't sell Par (Yeah), bitch, I sell rocks (I do)
Bro a demon with that 'K, don't got no shell tops (What?)
Pull off in a foreign, skrrt, swerve a frail cop (Yeah)
I told that girl can she please turn it up a notch (Turn it up)
Alright, alright on them drugs, the one that lean you over (Yeah)
This a double R, but she ain't even seen my chauffeur (No)
Bitch, I'm ballin', I can throw it up just like a floater (Yeah)
I don't want your bitch, don't save her number, just wan' hold her (Oh yeah)
One hundred and twenty five racks, I spent it all at Dover (Dover)
Y'all niggas really ain't vamps, I can tell that y'all posers (What?), yeah
I get younger, don't get older (Uh-huh, what? That's that)
All my bitches on your poster (Yeah)
Pockets got knots (Knots), move them pop rocks (Yeah)
I don't sell Par (Yeah), bitch, I sell rocks (I do)
Bro a demon with that 'K, don't got no shell tops (What?)
Pull off in a foreign, skrrt, swerve a frail cop (Yeah)
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Jordan Terrell Carter, Kenneth Pannu, Rok Curkovic
