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Lil Uzi Vert – Pardon Me* Lyrics

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March 30, 2023

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Lil Uzi Vert – Pardon Me* Lyrics

Pardon Me* Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert

“Pardon Me” is an unreleased song by Philadelphia’s Artist Lil Uzi Vert.

The song would be heard for the first time on July 24, 2022, through Lil Uzi Vert’s newest partner City Girl JT’s Instagram Live.

The freshly previewed snippet would catch buzz since fans found out that this track was produced by New York’s notorious producer Pi’erre Bourne.

Pi’erre Bourne and Lil Uzi Vert have collaborated in the past, on songs such as:

“wokeuplikethis*”, “Bean(Kobe)”, “Watch”, “X”, “Yessirskiii”, “Break The Bank”, “Thow It Up”.

The newly previewed snippet is expected to release as a SoundCloud exclusive since Lil Uzi Vert said

I got my SoundCloud I’m dropping everything

As of today July 24, 2022, for the last week, Lil Uzi Vert has been blessing his fans with SoundCloud releases of songs that have been highly anticipated by a large percentage of his fanbase, including:

“I Know”, “Believe Me”,

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, ha-ha
Whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (Yeah, yeah)
Uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh
Lil Uzi Vert (Woo)

[Verse 1]
Niggas wan’ play, but I’ll get what I’ll play it off
My niggas come, they gon’ spray it off
Ain’t sayin’ a word, she gon’ take it off (Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
I Fucked Your Bitch Day in my bed, uh
Y’all niggas broke, ain’t put in no work on the box, the trappers gotta [?]
[?] make you sing, choppa make you sing this song
That’s the reason this my A&R (A&R)
Lil Uzi, A.K.A. Vertical
Got a AK with a red dot
I know some niggas that rеally’ll murder you
I’m on the jet, ’bout to lift off (Yеah)
I got your bitch on this G5
She pulled on right with a bulldog
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, punto, four dogs (Uno, dos, tres)
I turned your bitch to a porn star
I fucked on the couch when I was on poor dog (Woah)
Now that my crib got the war dogs
I got five numbers saved to my car log (Yeah, yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
You not important, can’t store y’all
Pushin’ that gas, the opp be like [?]
Call the runway to the floor, dog
I got too fast like the daddy off Tekken
12 gotta pull me over then we start racin’
All black Triple S, got a lil’ basic (Yeah)
She got the sock Balenci’ with no laces (No cap)
I got a bitch, she thick like a Haitian
Shakin’ them hips, she move like Jamaican
She ate on my dick, that cannibalism
Karmal complexion, my opps like a Asian
Woadie collection, it hip like a Saiyan
My mom shop at Barney’s, your mom shop at AVON
Whip up, pancake batter with no bacon
We do not believe you, do not say nothin’
You are a pup, you ain’t never take nothin’
These are Cartier, these not no Raybands
[?], this not no Mitsubishi
Brand new Porsche, this not a Cayman
And I think your profession is fakin’
‘Cause these niggas really be hatin’ (Go, let’s go)

[Chorus]
Pardon me, pardon me
Pardon me, pardon me
Pardon me, ‘scuse me (Yeah)
Pardon me (Yeah), pardon me (Yeah), pardon me (Yeah)
‘Scuse me, pardon me, pardon me, pardon me (Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
‘Scuse me (Yeah), pardon me (Yeah), pardon me (Yeah), pardon me (Yeah)
Stop calling me, calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me
‘Scuse me (Yeah), calling me (Yeah), calling me (Yeah), calling me (Yeah)
‘Scuse me, calling me, calling me, calling me
‘Scuse me, get no [?] when I land (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pardon me
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me, ‘scuse me (Let’s go)
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me (Yeah), ‘scuse me
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me, ‘scuse me (Yeah)
Pardon me (Yeah), pardon me (Yeah)
Stop calling me, calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me (Hello?)
‘Scuse me, calling me, calling me (Brrt), calling me
‘Scuse me, pardon me, pardon me (Lil Uzi Vert), pardon me
‘Scuse me, girl, no, you cannot— uh

[Verse 2]
“I don’t wanna walk,” skrrt (Ooh)
She don’t wanna fuck, slurp (Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
She gettin’ on my nerve, irk (Irk)
She a reject, jerk (Jerk)
She wanna go to Caicos, Turk (Turk)
But she ain’t even put in no work (No work)
Got my call from F.C. Kerbeck
You got your whip from Hertz
This a gun holder, mama, this not a purse (Not a purse)
He not doin’ too good, his pocket hurt
His bitch came over to my crib, took a nerd
She ’bout the action, save her under “Verb”
I been a real nigga, fuck what you heard
She on my body, New York bitch say “Yerr”
Way too geeked up, but I’m staying alert
I don’t sell drugs but I steal me a ‘vert
I got a slut, got a thot, got a ‘burb
She suck my dick, say, “The deep throat don’t hurt”
Two-thirty bitches with my naming in it
Might [?] for one and do the other one on camera
Ain’t never called the one on camera, got no manners
Playing on my phone, you won’t get no answer
Like little bitch, you think I live in that crib?
You think you get money, you killin’ that kid (Let’s go)
I got six cars, unlimited bread
That nigga you fuck with from under the bridge
Bitches like niggas change my own location so that might go over your head