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Write me a song called Of Course We Ghetto Flowers with the following description: Uzi recruits up-and-coming Atlanta rappers Playboi Carti and Offset (of Migos) to prove that their skills shine through the ghetto. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(
That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw
)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (What?), yeah, yeah (What?)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What? (Yuh)
Yeah, neck on froze (What?)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what? Diamonds all on my teeth (My teeth, yeah)
Walk around Christian Lou's (What?)
Diamonds all on my sneaks
You a broke boy, got bad luck (Broke boy)
Don't even talk to me (Don't talk)
You know his girlfriend stalk on me (What?)
Drop the mic and don't walk to me (Yeah)
Foreign, foreign whip, yeah, what it's called?
Pull up in that shit lil' bitch, yeah, like a boss
Had a lil' bitch from down south, yeah (South)
Put that shit all in her mouth, ayy
Eatin' on veggies and salmon, ayy
No, I'm not eatin' no trout, ayy
Boy, you a bitch, boy, you a snitch
Heard you gon' bring them cops out, yeah
Talkin' that shit, you ain't on shit
Really you ain't gon' pop out, yeah
Gettin' money, that's why they hate on me (Yeah)
Still on that paper route (Yeah)
Hit so hard I pulled out (Out)
Ass so fat, called time-out (What?)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze [Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Fly to LA for a week
And I got Rick on my tee (Uh)
And I got Rick on my feet, chopper on me, saggin' my jeans
And I put that on big Bs, yuh
Ayy, shoutout G-Weed, yuh
I got your ho on the team runnin' them laps just like a meet, yuh
Hundreds bands on the Goyard, ooh
And I got goons in my yard, ooh
We can rock out like guitars, ooh
Ho, I got lean, I got bars, ooh
Ho, I got lean, I got bars, ooh
Ho, I fuck her 'cause I'm hard, ooh
She fuck with me, I go hard, ooh
Ho, I'm on lean, I'm on stars, uh, ayy
Now we on top of my car, uh
Lookin' at stars like I made it far (Ayy, look at that bih'), ayy
Look at my chain (Look), glow in the dark (Ayy, look at that bih'), what?
Ya thot give brain, she goin' hard (Yuh)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & 
Playboi Carti
]
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What? (
What?
)
Yeah, neck on froze (
Yeah
)
Woah, woah (
Hee
)
Woah, woah (
What?
)
Woah, woah (
What?
)
Woah, woah, yeah
Um, she shake it fast (
Hee
)
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze [Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert 
& Offset
]
Chopper, that's full-auto (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Kickflip, bitch, Otto (Yeah)
Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
Cut that bitch off, Zoro (
Offset
)
[Verse 3: Offset]
I took your bitch, yeah, you lost (Lost)
Told her come fuck with some bosses (Come on)
Invited that bitch to my loft (Hey)
Hold on bitch, take your shoes off (Hold on)
The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin' (Yeah)
No, I'm not trustin' these bitches (Uh-uh)
No, I don't fuck with these snitches, no (Uh-uh)
Uzi got choppers, extensions (Yeah)
How come I'm all in her mentions? Ayy
And my Rollie three-dimensional (Rollie)
Bitches dangerous like Mystikal (Danger)
These niggas clone you, get your chemicals (Clone)
Twin choppers, they identical (Baow)
My hands in everything, got tentacles (Tentacles)
Poppin' Perkies like the minerals (Perky)
Fuck you my hand on my genitals (Fuck you)
When on the stage I got adrenaline (Hey)
'Bout to flex up on my enemies (Flex)
I don't need negative energy (Uh-uh)
These niggas not who they pretend to be (Uh)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & 
Playboi Carti
]
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah), woah, yeah
Um, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What? (
What?
)
Yeah, neck on froze (
Yeah
)
Woah, woah (
Hee
)
Woah, woah (
What?
)
Woah, woah (
What?
)
Woah, woah, yeah
Um, she shake it fast (
Hee
)
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze