Next – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Next

Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be f*ckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m neeext
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (your b*tch)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.

I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five b*tches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh.

f*ck that lil’ b*tch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your b*tch, she on the jet too (your b*tch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
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Bust in her mouth, f*ck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Serve for breakfast (serve)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna f*ck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah).

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.
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Molly – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Molly

I got designer from my head to my toe
I’m on a Xan and my b*tch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X and I just poured a 4
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the mollyyy, I’m off the bean
I’m off the mollyyy, I’m off the bean
I’m off the mollyyy, I’m off the bean.

Lil Pump rich, he finna get richer
I pop a bean, and f*ck on your sister
Nut on her lip, and then you’ll kiss her
Ice on my neck, it lookin’ like glitter
I got designer from head to my feet
I pop a X, so you know I be geek
Rocking Balmains and they all on my jeans
I’m off the xans and I pour me some lean
I sell your mama some crack, she a fiend
I crash the Porsche and I just left the scene
Dripping designer, Burberry my sweater
Lil Pump pull up, he changing the weather
I pop a molly, I pop a bean
I f*ck your b*tch ’cause she down for the team
Jump in a car and hit you with the beam
I just got got pint and I just go to sleep.

I got designer from my head to my toe
I’m on a Xan and my b*tch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X and I just poured a 4
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the mollyyyyy, I’m off the bean
I’m off the mollyyy, I’m off the bean
I’m off the mollyyy, I’m off the bean
I got designer from my head to my toe
I’m on a Xan and my b*tch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X and I just poured a 4
I’m off the mollyyy, I’m off the bean
I’m off the mollyyy, I’m off the bean
I’m off the mollyyy, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the beannn.
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Fiji – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Fiji

Ay, pass me the water
Pass me the percs
Ay, Pass me the xans
Where the Fiji at?

I pour Fiji on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
Fiiiji! (What?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (Whaaat?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (Whaaat? Water)

I got Fijiii on my neck, I got Gucci on my chest
And my grandma sippin’ Tech
Off a Xan like Ron Artes
Slice your auntie in the neck
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Lil Pump I’m disrespect
Run up on you with that 40, grab your grandma by her neck.

I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
I pour Fijiii on her neck
Fijiii! (What?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (What?)
Fijiii! Fijiii! (What? Waterrr).
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Boss – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Boss

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, oohhh.

Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
f*ck a nigga b*tch don’t care, damn
Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
Told that b*tch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me s**t
Pop 4 xans then I f*cked a nigga’s b*tch
Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
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Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh.

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh.
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