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Lil Uzi Vert – Flooded The Face Lyrics

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“Flooded The Face” stands proudly as the opening track of Lil Uzi Vert’s highly anticipated album, Pink Tape.

Meticulously crafted over the years, this mesmerizing song originated in 2017 and underwent enhancements in 2022, showcasing Lil Uzi Vert’s unwavering commitment to perfection.

The production of “Flooded The Face” bears the undeniable imprint of Harold Harper, a trusted and proven collaborator of Lil Uzi Vert. Harper’s exceptional skills shine through, elevating the song to new heights of sonic brilliance.

Long before its official release, “Flooded The Face” was anticipated across social media platforms, capturing the hearts and minds of fans with its irresistible allure.

Flooded The Face Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro]
Pull up if you really with it
Pull up if you really with it
Pull up if you really with the shits
Pull up if you really with the shits
Uzi, Uzi
Wake up (If you really with the shits)
Haha, Uzi, not again
You’re never gonna change
Yeah

[Verse 1]
First of all, I fuck eight bitches a day (Yeah)
How could you ever say Lil Uzi gay? (How?)
Fuck four of ’em raw, fuck four of ’em safe
Think I’m splittin’ the odds before you to debate
Don’t want no pussy, want oral today
Pull out your tongue and just twirl it, baby
She lick on my backwood in Prada, baby
Diamonds so wet, like a swirly, baby
Got more than a .40, if I pulled out a TEC with my borin’ shit
If I’m pourin’, then you pourin’ and we pourin’ shit
I fuck you, bitch, on cam, like a porno flick
I put diamonds everywhere, that’s morterous
Outlet brokе, now I’m mornin’ rich
Brand new foreign, now I’m florin’ it (Yeah)
Don’t hеad broke, no ignorin’ it

[Interlude]
Yeah
I’ma let you know
I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
‘Cause I’ma keep gettin’ this guap
Mula, bands, money, whatever you call it, fetti
I tell you you got time to learn about me
Now I knew you was a fan, but you ain’t gettin’ no money

[Chorus]
Flooded the face, matted the Wraith (Woo, woo)
Got a new house, unlimited space (Woo, woo)
It was just hard, now my life great (Woo, woo)
Now that lil’ girl gonna do what I say
Diamond like lake, water like sink
Pocket on Brinks, pull up in tank
Pull up in coupe, who wanna race? (Skrrt)
Smokin’ that gas, don’t hit the brakes
Flooded the face, matted the Wraith (Woo, woo)
Got a new house, unlimited space (Woo, woo)
It was just hard, now my life great (Woo, woo)
Now that lil’ girl gonna do what I say
Diamond like lake, water like sink
Pocket on Brinks, pull up in tank
Pull up in coupe, who wanna race? (Skrrt)
Smokin’ that gas, don’t hit the brakes
[Verse 2]
Diamond my Rollie, diamond my Patek
This an AP and the hand automatic
Whippin’ that white in the kitchen, Bob Saget
Whippin’ it slow, need to whip a lil’ faster
I got the swag, won’t fashion, no more bastard
Rock up my jean, they tat’ leather, Mick Jagger
You think you fly, but your swag a track max
They want my sauce, because I’m a chick magnet
I don’t work in my hat and I pull out a rabbit
Bro made a lot as I trap out the caption
All on my web and them bitches automatic
Y’all do not fuck with no semi-automatic
Girl, don’t call my name, you know you call me daddy
I was off a xanny, walkin’ like “What happened?”
All these niggas, they be lyin’, they be cappin’
I just pulled up to the bank and started laughin’

[Bridge]
Started laughin’
And stayed laughin’, stayed at it
I paved at it, was brave at it
Stayed stackin’, new Aston (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Flooded the face, matted the Wraith (Woo, woo)
Got a new house, unlimited space (Woo, woo)
It was just hard, now my life great (Woo, woo)
Now that lil’ girl gonna do what I say
Diamond like lake, water like sink
Pocket on Brinks, pull up in tank
Pull up in coupe, who wanna race? (Skrrt)
Smokin’ that gas, don’t hit the brakes
Flooded the face, matted the Wraith (Woo, woo)
Got a new house, unlimited space (Woo, woo)
It was just hard, now my life great (Woo, woo)
Now that lil’ girl gonna do what I say
Diamond like lake, water like sink
Pocket on Brinks, pull up in tank
Pull up in coupe, who wanna race? (Skrrt)
Smokin’ that gas, don’t hit the brakes
[Outro]
Skrrt off, skrrt off
Skrrt off, skrrt off (Skrrt)
Skrrt off, skrrt off
Skrrt off, skrrt off
Uzi



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