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conversations.value: Write me a song called Stripes Like Burberry with the following description: Lil Uzi and Future harmonize over a outerworld-trap beat to open Pluto x Baby Pluto. The two rap about wanting to make their mothers proud so they don’t have to worry about them.
  Uzi continues to rap about his life when he finally got money and his struggle to get attention, while Future raps about similar up-comings and having to commit some shootings due to people trying to get him. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Future & 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  DJ Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin' planet (
  Oh
  )
  Escomoe free (
  Oh
  )
  [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
  I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
  I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
  I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
  I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like a wheelie, yeah
  I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
  Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly
  I used to drink the color purple, my plug named Celie
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Takin' out two hundred at a time, stacked to the ceiling
  I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling
  These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building (Yeah)
  In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah, I ain't got no feelings
  In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah
  Big old bag like woah
  Get that cash like woah
  Snakes in the grass, got mowed
  Everything I say gon' go
  Platinum Rollie, no gold
  Fuck my girl fast and slow
  You know how life goes
  Man, I got the bands, I can't worry
  Yeah, I can end your whole history
  Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
  Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me
  See I got the foreign cars, my niggas got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' shit
  See me pullin' up, that boy got a foreign and you know that bitch got the ownership
  And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
  And look at these niggas, they actin' like gangsters, but they really just on some phony shit
  See, I been in the field for a long time
  Bad bitches try to fuck on me, I remember when they ain't pay me no mind
  I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
  I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'
  I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' frontin'
  I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it
  I remember I started runnin' this shit, you know I'm gonna keep runnin' it
  Niggas, they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & 
  Future
  ]
  I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
  I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
  I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
  I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
  I might pop a fuck nigga like a wheelie, yeah
  I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
  Money man, my money rubber bandin', shit get silly
  I used to drink the color purple, my plug named Celie
  I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
  I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
  I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
  I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
  I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
  I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
  All these bands I'm havin', bitch gettin' silly, yeah
  I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah
  [Verse 2: Future]
  Got on baguetties like I been surfing, yes, I made it out that dirt
  Friends or foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt
  Knockin' it straight out the park, yeah, shopping as soon as we land
  Sippin' on mud like a trap star, it's a gift, I count my blessings
  In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah
  Big old bag like woah
  Have a rack go attack like woah
  A whole lot of bitches on go
  A whole lot of bitches on go
  Platinum chain on glow
  How many niggas you drop this week?
  They'll never let that go
  Shit gettin' whacked, nigga tryna get bands
  Streets gettin' bloody for these bands
  Too corrupted, you can't be carin'
  Hit him in the public, topped him, and ran
  Floodin' the ice 'cause the pain it take
  Need a new safe to hide all this cake, yeah
  Due to the fact I hustle, I get litty
  Puttin' prices on your head like Frank Nitti, yeah
  Niggas get killed on camera in my city
  When I got them bands, I can't worry [Chorus: Future]
  I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
  I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
  I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
  I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
  I might nail a bad, bad bitch like a hammer, yeah
  I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
  All these bands I'm havin', bitch gettin' silly, yeah
  I just popped your bitch like a wheelie, yeah
  [Outro: Future]
  As long as I got these bands, ain't no worries
  Make your bitch my number one fan and rock my jersey
  And the way I shoot my shot, oh yes, I'm Curry
  I'm my mama oldest child, can't get buried
  And a nigga got more stripes in the streets than Burberry