Lil Uzi Vert – Celebration Station Lyrics

Celebration Station By Lil Uzi Vert

And I can’t do my dance ’cause my pants leather
They from France
I can’t slow this
(I’m working on dying)
Yeah, no, I can’t slow it
Fast paced all the time (Yeah, yeah)

Too much guap, bands, bands
Bad lil’ foreign tan, tan
She ignore that man
F—— with me, can’t stand
I can’t lie, she got that good
But that girl bad, bad
I stay with her back, back
Make that girl dance, dance (Let’s go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can’t hold my glam
Yes, I own my glance
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can’t be broke again
Talking that s— and that Glocky gon’ hit it up
Yeah, shot, soak his mans

My choppa get hot just like a pan
Got to hit lights just like a ramp
I got ten toes and I count with ten fingers
So I do not need the upper hand
I knock on the crib, I’m movin’ again
Got your b—- on me, she grooving again (Let’s go)
I’m again there, just give them a reason to hate
So my n—– shooting again
My goons, my roots, drop that s— again
She s— my d— then she mop up my friend
No, we do not wanna [?]
When she let me go I’m gon’ not lose again
She on the Molly, she trampled again
She ain’t be mine, this girl is aware
I pray every time when I [?]
I write in my mind, I don’t use a pen
She giving me time, I watch ’cause I am
She give me more time on the watch ’cause the bands
Look at Lil Uzi, he poppin’ again
Them n—– they switching, they hopping again
Look at them n—–, they opping again
She give me that top and she slopping again
Look at this album, it’s flopping again
I’m taking the brick, I’m not stopping again

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Too much guap, bands, bands
Bad lil’ foreign tan, tan
She ignore that man
F—— with me, can’t stand
I can’t lie, she got that good
But that girl bad, bad
I stay with her back, back
Make that girl dance, dance (Let’s go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can’t hold my glam
Yes, I own my glance
Stacking this paper, you know that I get it up
I can’t be broke again
Talking that s— and that Glocky gon’ hit it up
Headshot, soak his man

Woah, spent a hundred thousand on a brand new [?]
Automatic girls got a motor
Feel that s— on my shoulder
Brand new watch got colder

Too much guap, bands, bands
Bad lil’ foreign tan, tan
She ignore that man
F—— with me, can’t stand
I can’t lie, she got that good
But that girl bad, bad
I stay with her back, back
Make that girl dance, dance (Let’s go, yeah)
Yeah, what is mine? That is yours
You can’t hold my glam
Yes, I own my glance
Stacking this paper, you know that I hit it up
I can’t be broke again
Talking that s— and that Glocky gon’ hit it up
Headshot, soak his man (Lil Uzi)

Hello? Hello? Where am I?
I’ve never seen nothing like this, what’s all this?
Hello? Yo?