Httin My Shoulder Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert is latest English song with music also given by Dun Deal. Httin My Shoulder song lyrics are written by Lil Uzi Vert.
Httin My Shoulder Song Detail
| Song Name: | Httin My Shoulder |
| Singer: | Lil Uzi Vert |
| Composer: | Dun Deal |
| Lyrics by: | Lil Uzi Vert |
| Music Label: | Generation Now, Atlantic Records |
Httin My Shoulder Lyrics
Boys hating, like
Here we go again
Like, “Here we go again”
Like, “Here we go again”
Like, “Here we go again”
Damn, these boys hating
Like, here we go again
Like, “Here we go again”
Like, “Here we go again”
Dun deal on the track!
Yeah, yeah
Here we go again (yeah)
That boy stole my style (what?)
Stole my flow again (yeah, yеah)
Damn, these boys hating (what?)
Like, “Hеre we go again” (here we—, yeah)
Got played by a five
Pulled up with a ten, yeah (yeah)
Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets are swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’
My shoulder (woah, woo)
Whip the pot, now add the soda
This a lamb’, how dare you say lotus? (woah)
Fu*k that b!Tch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (yeah)
N!Ggas be snakes like they are king cobra, mm-hm (yeah)
N!Ggas ain’t tough
They act like they soldiers, mm-hm (yeah)
Movin’ alone, I’m a vlone soldier
At your neck like bow tie, yeah, made it all mine
Turn it to a archive, all way ’til we all die
Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder
Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’ my shoulders
Fu*k that b!Tch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (yeah)
N!Ggas be snakes like they are king cobra
Roll up like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder
Roll up like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’ my shoulders
Fu*k that b!Tch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (yeah)
N!Ggas be snakes like they are king cobra
Ain’t ’bout money, don’t say sh!T to me (no)
That’s that money talk (yeah)
Hunnid thousand for my tab
I said, “Run it, dawg” (yeah, damn)
She ain’t wanna listen to me, had to cut her off (yeah)
Did I stutter? (huh? Yeah, woah)
Did I stutter? Nah (no)
First off, my new girl love her job, yeah (woah)
Day time, I still see stars, yeah (woah)
Pull up, the wraith don’t park, yeah (mm)
Watch how I release them doors, yeah
Had to release this whore (ooh), yeah
Had to relieve some stress (ooh), yeah
Count it up, get me strong, yeah
Count it up when I’m bored, yeah
Flip that girl like skateboard, yeah
You already got what’s mine, yeah
Now I want what’s yours, yeah
Act your neck like bow tie, yeah, made it all mine
Turn it to a archive, all way ’til we all die
Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder
Hold up, like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’ my shoulders
Fu*k that b!Tch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (yeah)
N!Ggas be snakes like they are king cobra
Roll up like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’ my shoulder
Roll up like, “Hold up, my pockets, they swoller”
Fu*kin’ yo’ b!Tch and I’m hittin’ my shoulders
Fu*k that b!Tch all the way from night to the mornin’
And she got work, in her hair, she got rollers (yeah)
Money got longer, my diamonds got colder (yeah)
N!Ggas be snakes like they are king cobra