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Lil Uzi Vert - Horse lyrics


[Pre-Chorus]
Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That b**h say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up b**h, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them b**hes both got the horse (giddy up!)

[Chorus]
Hit that b**h straight from the back
That b**h just look like a horse
That b**h she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that b**h s** on my dick
I leave her p**y so moist
You cannot fold this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce

[Verse 1]
Automobiles they so foreign
You worrying about a fart
n***a tell me how you whipping
I swear I'm using a fork
Boy I swear your money little
Like you related to stark
That b**h she lick on the tip
Ain't my baby somebody call the stork
Maxing the Mac-11 with the tripper service
Swear that you don't want war
Shotgun turn you to a smoothie, hit you with the uzi
Swear you don't want war
You a tough pit like a bar
Tell that b**h I got everything in the store
I remember back I was almost poor
Now that b**h p**y pinker than a sore
Tough a** raps they be switching they [?]
Gang members and they talking in code like its mars
I'm the type of n***a to handle sh** like a dog
You the type of n***a to fall in love with a whore
Back then that b**h said I was a nerd
Now that b**h s**ing on the dick of a God
All that got damn money laying on the floor
Pick it up put it away treat it like its yours



[Pre-Chorus]
Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That b**h say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up b**h, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them b**hes both got the horse (giddy up!)

[Chorus]
Hit that b**h straight from the back
That b**h just look like a horse
That b**h she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that b**h s** on my dick
I leave her p**y so moist
You cannot fold this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce

[Verse 2]
Margiela made out of cow
Them them make you feel like a goat
On my neck got fifty thou
Diamond wet just like a boat
Money is sitting in pile
You is upset because you in a hole
I'm spending the most
I swear that thick b**h is doing the most
Rolling with my brother like the master
Choking on her neck anaconda
Roll around with tina on my hip
Who the f** is that [?] oh that's just the llama
f** on that b**h on her pajamas
f** 12 skirt off Panamera
Choke on her tail ruin her mascara
Looking at a millionaire in the mirror
Running the game like a track
Swear you my son not your dad
VVS on my right wrist
VVS on my left wrist
I just f**ed on my right b**h
Then I f** on my left b**h
That p**y pop like a rari
That p**y yeah it got grip