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 who*e 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