Timbaland – You Lied, You Cheated Lyrics
[Intro: Timbaland]
Yo yo yo
This is Timbaland thursday
Timbaland dot com
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
My baby girl is waiting in my bedroom at home for me
Another girl is waiting in the hotel alone for …
[Intro: Timbaland]
Yo yo yo
This is Timbaland thursday
Timbaland dot com
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
My baby girl is waiting in my bedroom at home for me
Another girl is waiting in the hotel alone for …
[Intro: Dominic Fike]
Ahaha, hahaha, shit, no
Oh, fuck
Aw, man, tell the label
Tell the label
[Verse 1: Remi Wolf]
New week, no sleep, no key, I lost ’em in the street
And no, I can’t …
[Intro: Flo Milli & Sasha Toro]
Backpack, backpack
Backpack, backpack
I’m the backpack loaded up with things and knickknacks too
Anything that you might need I’ve got inside for you
Flo Milli shit
[Verse 1: Flo …
[Intro]
You don’t wanna battle (Battle, battle)
With me, whoa
You don’t wanna battle (Battle)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Yo I can rock it on a slow tip
Don’t flip, ’cause I can do this
No shit, won’t …
[Verse 1: Ashe]
Out on our own
Dreamin’ in a world that we both know
It’s out of our control
But if shit hits the fan, we’re not alone
[Pre-Chorus: Ashe]
‘Cause you’ve got me and …
[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
I just told Mean, “Yeah, we gon’ be straight”
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money (Zaytoven) ’cause I know he keep it safe (Buddah Bless this beat)
They ain’t goin’ runnin’ out safe (Bop), we gon’ put it right in they face (Let’s go)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bop)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Booted up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
My niggas shoot shit, my niggas too cut
I’m in the cut gettin’ sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit, kill your favorite shooter
Then go on vacation, that’s the power of the mula
Elliot diamonds all on the cougar
I still owe Elliot a little mula
You don’t know Elliot? Bitch, that’s my jeweler
Elliante, Fante, diamond cooler (Let’s go)
I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France
My girl from Chicago, she said she don’t like rappers
I told her, “Give me a chance”
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb’
Usin’ a money counter, um, again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it came with hundred round
Yeah, and the inside, it came with a fan
Yeah (Brr), yeah (Brr)
Here I go again (Brr, hello)
If you try me, we gon’ have to hit your man
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Brr)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Booted up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah, yeah)
Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, go up
[Verse 2: Future]
You know I’m drinkin’ on sizzurp, yeah
You know I’m fuckin’ your good girl, yeah
You know my necklace a blizzard (Count up)
Niggas tried to go inside the safe, put the gun in they face
Shootin’ my shot just like I’m Dr. J, billion-dollar play
I won’t talk, yeah, I’m too stiff
I’m steppin’ in the club, got a Glock on my hip
Drinkin’ on oil, I’m downin’ my pill
Count it up, get delirious
What she gon’ do for the liberty
My money got her stiffer than the Statue of Liberty
Bitches on bitches, I’m literally, some of them come from the Middle East
Drippin’, I’m spending, yeah, I’m the epitome
Pluto my name and I’m bigger than Kennedy
Ridin’ ’round with two lil’ vibes and I got three Glocks on my side
Niggas better run, go hide
You know you gon’ die if you pop outside
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah, yeah)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Geeked up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Got my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
I just told Mean, “Yeah, we gon’ be straight”
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money ’cause I know he keep it safe (Yeah, that my boy)
They ain’t goin’ runnin’ out safe (Bop), we gon’ put it right in they face (Yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Brr, yeah)
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