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Juice WRLD

Lucid Dreams

Lucid Dreams by Juice WRLD

Enviyon on the mix No, no, no, no No-no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh Easier said than done, I thought you were the one Listenin' to my heart instead of my head You found another one, but I am the better one I won't let you forget me I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh Easier said than done, I thought you were the one Listenin' to my heart instead of my head You found another one, but I am the better one I won't let you forget me You left me falling and landing inside my grave I know that you want me dead I take prescriptions to make me feel a-okay I know it's all in my head I have these lucid dreams where I can't move a thing Thinking of you in my bed You were my everything Thoughts of a wedding ring Now I'm just better off dead (Uh, uh, uh) I'll do it over again I didn't want it to end I watch it blow in the wind I should've listened to my friends Leave this shit in the past, but I want it to last You were made outta plastic, fake I was tangled up in your drastic ways Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face? You gave me a heart that was full of mistakes I gave you my heart and you made heartbreak You might also like You made my heart break You made my heart ache (I still see your shadows in my room) You made my heart break You made my heart ache (Can't take back the love that I gave you) You made my heart break (Were made outta plastic, fake) You made my heart ache (I still see your shadows in my room) You made my heart break again (I was tangled up in your drastic ways) (Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face?) I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh Easier said than done, I thought you were the one Listenin' to my heart instead of my head You found another one, but I am the better one I won't let you forget me I still see your shadows in my room Can't take back the love that I gave you It's to the point where I love and I hate you And I cannot change you, so I must replace you, oh Easier said than done, I thought you were the one Listenin' to my heart instead of my head You found another one, but I am the better one I won't let you forget me Leave this shit in the past, but I want it to last You were made outta plastic, fake I was tangled up in your drastic ways Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face? Easier said than done, I thought you were— —instead of my head You found another— better one I won't let you forget me

Juice WRLD

All Girls Are the Same

All Girls Are the Same by Juice WRLD

Mhm, they're rotting my brain, love These hoes are the same I admit it, another ho got me finished Broke my heart, oh, no, you didn't Fuck sippin', I'ma down a whole bottle Hard liquor, hard truth, can't swallow Need a bartender, put me out my sorrow Wake up the next day in the Monte Carlo With a new woman, tell me she from Colorado And she love women, she'll be gone by tomorrow Who am I kiddin'? All this jealousy and agony that I sit in I'm a jealous boy, really feel like John Lennon I just want real love, guess it's been a minute Pissed off from the way that I don't fit in (I don't fit in) Tell me, what's the secret to love? I don't get it Feel like I be runnin' a race I'm not winnin' Ran into the devil today and she grinnin' Hey, these girls are insane, yeah, uh All girls are the same, they're rotting my brain, love Think I need a change before I go insane, love All girls are the same, they're rotting my brain, love Think I need a change before I go insane, love You might also like Ten minutes, she told me it would take ten minutes To break my heart, oh, no, she didn't Fuck livin', I'ma drown in my sorrow Fuck givin', I'ma take, not borrow And I'm still sinnin', I'm still losin' my mind I know I been trippin', I'm still wastin' my time All the time given, am I dyin'? Am I livin'? It's fuck feelings, my sorrow go up to the ceilin' Ah Now I am insane, demons in my brain, love Peace I can't attain 'cause all these girls the same, love Now I am insane, demons in my brain, love Peace I can't attain 'cause all these girls the same, love

Juice WRLD

Wishing Well

Wishing Well by Juice WRLD

Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, uh I can't breathe (Chopsquad), I can't breathe, 999 Waiting for the exhale I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail Stress on my shoulders like a anvil Perky got me itching like a anthill Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill Sometimes I don't know how to feel Ring-ring, phone call from depression You used my past and my memories as a weapon On the other line, I talk to addiction, huh Speaking of the devil, all the drugs, I miss them This can't be real, is it fiction? Somethin' feels broke, need to fix it I cry out for help, do they listen? I'ma be alone until it's finished You might also like This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lying I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail It's stress on my shoulders like a anvil Perky got me itching like a anthill Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill Sometimes I don't know how to feel Sometimes I don't know how to feel Let's be for real If it wasn't for the pills, I wouldn't be here But if I keep taking these pills, I won't be here, yeah I just told y'all my secret, yeah It's tearing me to pieces I really think I need them I stopped taking the drugs and now the drugs take me This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lying I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail It's stress on my shoulders like a anvil Perky got me itching like a anthill Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill Sometimes I don't know how to feel

Juice WRLD

Robbery

Robbery by Juice WRLD

Man, what? (Haha) This shit funny, one sec Oof, this Hennessy strong as fuck, boy She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag) And nobody gets hurt (No hurt) Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast) So I'm making it worse (I'm making it worse) Now I'm digging up a grave from my past I'm a whole different person (I'm a whole different person) It's a gift and a curse (It's a gift and a curse) But I cannot reverse it I can't reverse it It was a gift and a curse And now I'm drinkin' too much, so I'ma talk with a slur Last time I saw you, it ended in a blur I woke up in a hearse You said, "You loved me first" (First) One thing my dad told me was, "Never let your woman know when you're insecure" So I put Gucci on the fur And I put my wrist on iceberg One thing my heart tells me is "Flex on a ho every time they're insecure" I can't see it through, I'm running from you Is your love for real? (For real? For real?) Is your love really true? You might also like She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag) And nobody gets hurt (Hurt) Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast) So I'm making it worse (Worse) Now I'm digging up a grave from my past (Past) I'm a whole different person (Person) It's a gift and a curse (Curse) But I cannot reverse it You gave me the runaround I really hate the runaround You really got me paranoid I always keep a gun around You always give me butterflies When you come around When you come around When you come around You let me know love is not the answer Not the answer, not the answer I love to do drugs, so mind my manners I get high when you don't decide to answer Phone home, I need to phone home I'm throwing rocks at your window, I need to go home I don't wanna leave I just wanna be with you You, you, you She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag) And nobody gets hurt (No hurt) Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast) So I'm making it worse (I'm making it worse) Now I'm digging up a grave from my past I'm a whole different person (I'm a whole different person) It's a gift and a curse (It's a gift and a curse) But I cannot reverse it

Juice WRLD

Legends

Legends by Juice WRLD

I usually don't speak on shit like this, but Ain't nobody else saying shit Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) I usually have an answer to the question, but this time I'm gon' be quiet (This time) Ain't nothing like the feeling of uncertainty, the eeriness of silence This time, it was so unexpected Last time, it was the drugs he was lacing All legends fall in the making, yeah, sorry truth, uh Dying young, uh, demon youth What's the 27 Club? We ain't making it past 21 I been going through paranoia, so I always gotta keep a gun Damn, that's the world we live in now Yeah, hold on, just hear me out They tell me I'ma be a legend, I don't want that title now 'Cause all the legends seem to die out, what the fuck is this 'bout? I'm tryna make it out, I'm tryna change the world I'm tryna take her out, I'm tryna take your girl More importantly, I'm tryna change the world Maybe flex with some diamonds and pearls, yeah I usually have an answer to the question, but this time I'm gon' be quiet (This time) Ain't nothing like the feeling of uncertainty, the eeriness of silence This time, it was so unexpected Last time, it was the drugs he was lacing All legends fall in the making, yeah, sorry truth, uh Dying young, uh, demon youth You might also like My mind is foggy, I'm so confused We keep on losing our legends to The cruel cold world, what is it coming to? The end of the world, is it coming soon? Now, ooh, ooh, oh That hit's for you I usually have an answer to the question, but this time I'm gon' be quiet (This time) Ain't nothing like the feeling of uncertainty, the eeriness of silence This time, it was so unexpected Last time, it was the drugs he was lacing All legends fall in the making, yeah, sorry truth, uh Dying young, uh, demon youth Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

Juice WRLD

Righteous

Righteous by Juice WRLD

I will I will I will Yeah Uh All-white Gucci suit, I'm feeling righteous, yeah I know that the truth is hard to digest, yeah Five or six pills in my right hand, yeah Codeine runneth over on my nightstand Takin' medicine to fix all of the damage My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, oh) Holes in my skull, over time My heart's over ice (Woah) Over ice, I'm freezing Beautiful eyes, deceiving We may die this evening Coughing, wheezing, bleeding High, I'm a anxious soul Blood moons in my eyes, stay low Red and black, they glow Under attack, in my soul When it's my time, I'll know Never seen a hell so cold Yeah, we'll make it out, I know We'll run right through the flames, let's go You might also like All-white Gucci suit, I'm feeling righteous, yeah I know that the truth is hard to digest, yeah Five or six pills in my right hand, yeah Codeine runneth over on my nightstand Taking medicine to fix all of the damage My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, oh) Holes in my skull, over time My heart's over ice (Woah, uh) I'm in too deep Can't swim like me We're drowning, so I will sink My demons ten feets under me Inhale, exhale, but I can't breathe Too busy drinking codeine doin' high speeds Crash, pour a four, sip it slow, make the time pass Take a pill for the thrill, have a relapse Devil in my head tryna run gym laps I ain't tryna race, he don't even know me like that All-white Gucci suit, I'm feeling righteous I know that the truth is hard to digest Five or six pills in my right hand Codeine runneth over on my nightstand Taking medicine to fix all of the damage My anxiety the size of a planet (Yeah, oh) Holes in my skull, over time My heart's over ice (Woah) I will sink

Juice WRLD

Lean wit Me

Lean wit Me by Juice WRLD

Drugs got me sweatin', but the room gettin' colder Lookin' at the devil and the angel on my shoulder Will I die tonight? I don't know, is it over? Lookin' for my next high, I'm lookin' for closure Lean with me, pop with me Get high with me if you rock with me Smoke with me, drink with me Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys Lean with me, pop with me Get high with me if you rock with me Smoke with me, drink with me Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys Told her if I die, I'ma die young Every day I've been gettin' fucked up Finally know the difference between love and drugs Shawty tell me I should really sober up This shit ain't fiction, it's too real, too real Fuck one dose, I need two pills, two pills I'm lookin' for trouble so I know I'm gonna find it Ring, ring, plug hit my phone, perfect timin' I know I'm not right But I'm not wrong, no, I'm not wrong Girl, you hate it when I'm too high But that's where I belong, where I belong You might also like Lean with me, pop with me Get high with me if you rock with me Smoke with me, drink with me Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys Lean with me, pop with me Get high with me if you rock with me Smoke with me, drink with me Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys Eyes red, no Visine Crashed the Mustang, no Saleen Yeah, I love beans, yeah, I love lean I laugh when they ask if my piss clean Huh, smoke with me, huh, pop with me, huh Ayy, Gucci store, come and shop with me If I overdose, bae, are you gon' drop with me? I don't even wanna think about that right now Let's get too high, reach a new height Take the shrooms and the pills at the same time Went to Hollywood thrills from the street life Took too many drugs, now I don't feel right Lean with me, pop with me Get high with me if you rock with me Smoke with me, drink with me Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys Lean with me, pop with me Get high with me if you rock with me Smoke with me, drink with me Fucked up liver with some bad kidneys (Bad kidneys) Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh

Juice WRLD

Wasted

Wasted by Juice WRLD (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)

Yeah, no, no, no, no, no, uh What the fuck? Uh, Perc' CB on the beat, ho Perc', mmm, mmm Bitch, huh, huh Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted, wasted She do cocaine in my basement I'm a doctor, but I'm runnin' out of patience She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan She be talkin' to him when she in the matrix Damn, why is she so demonic? She Medusa with a little Pocahontas She been lacin' all my drugs or somethin' 'Cause every time that we're together, I'm unconscious Hold up, uh, let me be honest I know I saw her put the Percs in my chronic Smoke until my eyes roll back like The Omen Just another funeral for her, goddamn (Huh) You might also like Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted, wasted She do cocaine in my basement I'm a doctor, but I'm runnin' out of patience She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan She be talkin' to him when she in the matrix Rockstar, that's our style, these boys can't take it (Yeah) Hatin', but they're still tryna take our cadence (Woah) No basic, brand new 'Rari when I'm racin' (Yeah) Take it, let you roll my weed, please don't lace it, yeah (Yeah) That's a bum bitch that you chasin', ayy (Yeah) Foreign with me, she a dominatrix (Woah) I love that girl and I do like her body "I don't want the money, I just want the molly" That's what she say when she lived in the Valley Lil' boy, I'm your father, hakuna matata I made that girl give all of that top up Got drugs in my hair, used the Perc' for the lock up I hit from the back and my legs start to lock up Jacuzzi that booty, I gave that girl flakka I'm takin' blue caps that keep tweakin' my chakra Rose on my chain, there's no hint like no copper Tats in the middle my head like I'm Avatar That's the reason that I ride on my Appas Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted (Yeah) Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted, wasted She do cocaine in my basement (In my basement) I'm a doctor, but I'm runnin' out of patience (Out of patience) She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan (Satan) She be talkin' to him when she in the matrix (Yeah) My eyes closed, hopin' this ain't make-believe (Woah) And she don't know that all her demons live in me, yeah (Woah) I don't know, I don't know Don't know what she been on (Don't know), I don't know All that lean I sip on (Oh), now watch me pour it One cup on me, don't got no friends (No friends) I'm an open door, I ain't have to let her in (Let her in) She ain't take my heart, but she took my medicine (My heart), uh Least somebody gon' take it, hate to waste it (Huh) Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted (Yeah) Wasted, GTA love, bitches wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted, wasted

Juice WRLD

Empty

Empty by Juice WRLD

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem-solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh Empty, I feel so goddamn empty I may go rogue Don't tempt me, big bullet holes Tote semi-autos Huh, yeah I'm keepin' it real, real I'm keepin' it real, uh, yeah Life gets tough, shit is getting real (Yeah) I don't know how to feel Swallowing all these pills Numb my real feels, uh Devil standing here Tryna' make a deal, uh It ain't no deals Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me here Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still, uh Bein' me, I rock, PnB These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ These drugs acting like Mosh pits squishing me Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly Lonely, I been gettin' no peace OD, feel like overdosing Low key I been looking for the signs But all I can find is a sign of the times You might also like From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem-solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh Empty, I feel so goddamn empty I may go rogue Don't tempt me, big bullet holes Tote semi-autos I ain't suicidal Only thing suicide is suicide doors Fight for survival Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up (Uh) Hold my hand, through hell we go Don't look back, it ain't the past no more Gonna get to the racks, all them niggas want war Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls Exhale depression as the wind blows These are the laws of livin' in vogue We're perfectly imperfect children Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission Never gave a fuck, really came from rags to riches Now we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin' I don't give a fuck, really came from rags to riches Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin' From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem-solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh Empty, I feel so goddamn empty I may go rogue Don't tempt me, big bullet holes Tote semi-autos

Juice WRLD

Armed and Dangerous

Armed and Dangerous by Juice WRLD

Gun 'em down (Gun 'em down, bih, yeah) With a .50 (With a .50, brr, bih', brr) Gun 'em down (Gun 'em down, uh) Oh my God, huh (Oh my God, uh) Ya dig? (Ya dig? Uh, hoo) When I'm in town (Yeah, uh) Party's goin' down (You dig? It's goin' down, hoo) Shoot 'em down (Baow) With a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy) Run the town (What?) Ballin' hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish, ayy) So much money, damn it, I forgot the count (Cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo) Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig? Hoo) Look at the cash amount (Hoo, ooh, you dig?) I get the cash, I'm out (You dig? Yeah, hoo) I do the dash, I'm out (You dig? Yeah, hoo, ooh) Look at my bank account (You dig? Ooh) Look at the cash amount (You dig? Skrrt, uh) I get the cash, I'm out (Look, uh) I just be cashin' out (You dig? Skrr) You might also like Walk in that bitch and I'm faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I'm faded I got the M&M's (Millions), I called my mom, told her I made it Yeah, mama, your son too famous (Yeah), he on everybody playlist But he's still armed and dangerous, he'll pop at a stranger Sippin' lean, cliché, I still do it anyway Red or purple in a cup, which one shall I pick today? Ayy, ayy Sippin' hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah I'm swingin' when I'm off the ecstasy (Uh), that's a Molly park, yeah Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that's a Tony Stark, yeah Pourin' fours in a twenty ounce soda pop, yeah I'm O.C, three-gram Wood full of OG (Huh) Give BM dick like Moby (Uh), gun make him flash, Adobe (Uh) Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh, bitch, I need it Matter fact, fuck that shit, I'm rich, uh, you can keep it Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn Rich niggas over here (They over, huh, here), yeah Broke niggas over there (They over, uh, there, hoo) Why is you over here? (Why?) Go over there (Go over, uh, go over, hoo) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Go over there) When I'm in town (Yeah, uh) Party's goin' down (You dig? It's goin' down, hoo) Shoot 'em down (Baow) With a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy) Run the town (What?) Ballin' hard, you out of bounds (You dig? Swish, ayy) So much money, damn it I forgot the count (Cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo) Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig? Hoo) Look at the cash amount (Hoo, ooh, you dig?) I get the cash, I'm out (Yeah, hoo) I do the dash, I'm out (You dig? Yeah, hoo, ooh) Look at my bank account (You dig? Ooh) Look at the cash amount (You dig? Skrrt, uh) I get the cash, I'm out (Look, uh) I just be cashin' out (You dig? Skrr)

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Blood On My Jeans

Blood On My Jeans by Juice WRLD

Ah Damn, I tried to stop, oh Baby (808 Mafia), baby (Baby), baby (Baby), babe You literally are my everything (Baby, Gezin) Hah (Baby) Baby, I been on the run (Yeah) But I would never run from your love (Yeah, uh-uh) If you feel on my dick, there's a gun (Yeah, uh-huh) Not right there, just a little above I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah) Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah) Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah, uh-huh) Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (Ba-ba-bow) Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah) I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh) Close range, so I got blood on my jeans (Uh) Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean (Uh-uh) Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh-huh) Still the blue face king (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean (Let's go) I know my haters hate to see me succeed If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-huh) That shit got me laughin', haha Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah (Bow) Fuck nigga, I'm your father Don't matter if you older They say age is just a number If that's the case, I'm way older Than who? These niggas (Uh-huh) And these bitches that think that they get it (Uh-huh) For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick (Uh-huh) Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket (Uh-huh) Walk through the night with my gun like a creep On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery You might also like Baby, I been on the run But I would never run from your love If you feel on my dick, there's a gun Not right there, just a little above I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah) Broke up with codeine, need a new plug (Yeah) Hit up Hot Rod, pints, I need two of 'em (Yeah) Huh, (Drinkin') lean, huh Put Biscotti in my lungs, I'm smokin' green, huh Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave (Yeah) I ain't leave a clue on the scene Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

Juice WRLD

Cigarettes

Cigarettes by Juice WRLD

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, oh, oh Smoke cigarettes, cancer in the chest like cardiac arrest I've been feelin' stressed tryna find ways to impress her Showin' her that I love her, tryna show her a effort Gotta keep it together, 'er I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh She picks my heart off of the floor, 'or I'm addicted, yeah, I need me some more, 'ore I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh She picks my heart off of the floor, 'or I'm addicted, yeah, I need me some more, 'ore Oh, oh, this a love letter that I wrote She keep me up when I'm feelin' low She's my overdose, 'dose, 'dose Being heartbroken is so last year Havin' breakdowns and she wipin' my tears I've been feelin' fine ever since she been mine In other words, yeah, she changed my life Open up like a book, let her read me One call away if she ever needs me If I ever fall apart, I know she gon' keep me together Treat me like a promise, baby, keep me forever You might also like I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I'ma meet you back at the chorus P.S., babygirl, you're so gorgeous Smoke cigarettes, cancer in the chest like cardiac arrest I've been feelin' stressed tryna find ways to impress her Showin' her that I love her, tryna show her a effort Gotta keep it together, 'er I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh She picks my heart off of the floor, 'or I'm addicted, yeah, I need me some more, 'ore I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh She picks my heart off of the floor, 'or I'm addicted, yeah, I need me some more, 'ore As I find my way to the bottom of this bottle She's in my head, please don't get me started I could talk about her all-day She's on my mind always As I find my way to the bottom of this bottle She's in my head, please don't get me started Thinkin' 'bout her all-day She's on my mind always I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I'ma meet you back at the chorus P.S., babygirl, you're so gorgeous Smoke cigarettes, cancer in the chest like cardiac arrest I've been feelin' stressed tryna find ways to impress her Showin' her that I love her, tryna show her a effort Gotta keep it together, 'er I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh She picks my heart off of the floor, 'or I'm addicted, yeah, I need me some more, 'ore I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh She picks my heart off of the floor, 'or I'm addicted, yeah, I need me some more, 'or I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh I don't wan' be lonely no more, oh

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Conversations

Conversations by Juice WRLD

Oh my God, Ronny The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk But I'm not really up for conversations I can have my cake and eat it, too I just gotta make a reservation Chillin' in my head, but it's hot Flames everywhere, I see Satan Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot Really, really runnin' out of patience T— Timing, timing, timing All about timing, timing, timing Sit back in my chair, relaxing and reclining He has not a care in the world, no, I'm lying Takin' all these meds to the face got me flying Takin' all these meds to the face got me dying Smoke 'til my mind frying, eyes red, high and crying Numb the pain with Oxy and Dior, yeah, pricey Juice like 2Pac Shakur, no ice tea Givenchy, Louis V, Double V, icy Wedding ring, better things, better half, wifey Only things numbing me from this hard life thing, uh, alright You might also like The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk But I'm not really up for conversations I can have my cake and eat it, too I just gotta make a reservation Chillin' in my head, but it's hot Flames everywhere, I see Satan Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot Really, really runnin' out of patience I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, sittin' up Waiting, waiting, waiting, contemplating My heart racing Feels like I'ma die every second of the day So I gotta get high Ain't no coming down, ain't no coming down, why? My anxiety bring me down, that's the fucking downside It's like every time I ball, I just end up off-sides This light of mine goes dim tonight Will I be alright? Let me guess, no answer, right? The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk But I'm not really up for conversations I can have my cake and eat it, too I just gotta make a reservation Chillin' in my head, but it's hot Flames everywhere, I see Satan Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot Really, really runnin' out of patience

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Let Me Know (I Wonder Why Freestyle)

Let Me Know (I Wonder Why Freestyle) by Juice WRLD

Enviyon on the mix Let me know, let me know, let me know Let me know what's up with you, ooh (What's up with you?) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know if you comfortable, ooh (If you're comfortable) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know what's up with you, ooh (What's up with you?) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know if you comfortable, ooh (If you're comfortable) I found your vibe (Vibe), and I, and I found my high (My high), yeah Let's touch the sky (Sky), I'ma, I'ma change your life, yeah Do you realize I love the way you look me in my eyes? Yeah Don't kill my vibe (Vibe), nigga, don't kill my vibe, yeah On top of my game, nigga, we aren't the same, ayy (Ayy) I wonder why lame niggas think that they run things? (Things) I wonder why? (Why?) I, I wonder why? Yeah Just feel the vibes (Vibes), just, just feel the vibes, yeah Let me know, let me know, let me know Let me know what's up with you, ooh (What's up with you?) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know if you comfortable, ooh (If you're comfortable) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know what's up with you, ooh (What's up with you?) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know if you comfortable, ooh (If you're comfortable) You might also like Now when you left, left, it wasn't right, yeah I took a left, swerve, then I took a right, yeah I was feeling right, yeah, see it in the night air They talking dumb, well, frankly, I don't care You realize I'm the man and I'm in my prime, yeah And it's my time, I swear to God I won't waste no time, yeah You ain't worth a dime, no, you ain't worth a dime, yeah Still on my mind, woah, you're still on my mind, yeah Let me know, let me know, let me know Let me know what's up with you, ooh (What's up with you?) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know if you comfortable, ooh (If you're comfortable) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know what's up with you, ooh (What's up with you?) Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know if you comfortable, ooh (If you're comfortable) I wonder why, I, I wonder why, yeah Just feel the vibes, just, just feel the vibes (Vibes) I wonder why, I, I wonder why, yeah Just feel the vibes, just, just feel the vibes (Vibes) I wonder why, I, I wonder why, yeah Just feel the vibes, just, just feel the vibes (Vibes) Just feel the vibes, just, just feel the vibes (Vibes)

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​moonlight

​moonlight by Juice WRLD

82 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañol​moonlight Lyrics Yeah, mhm-mm Mhm Enviyon on the mix Yeah Girl, you know I'm far from perfect, I won't lead you on But tonight is feelin' perfect, this your favorite song I know that mood right I know that mood right, oh Dance in the moonlight Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh, oh, oh, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Don't know when I met you, but I met you Don't know why I love you, but I love you, oh It's something 'bout that dress, the way it fits you I don't even wanna tell you to take it off, but baby, take it off We in this party on molly, no time for monologue She say I'm Kevin Hart funny, so she gon' ride along She say she came in with endurance, so she gon' do me all night long (Take it off) We could dance in the moonlight, oh She got a man, I told him, "Come to the moonlight brawl" Don't stand a chance, don't stand a chance in the moonlight, oh We throw them hands, we throw them hands in the moonlight, oh You might also like I'm in love with the moonlight, ah Make love in the moonlight, oh I've been myself since birth, nigga Ain't nothin' like y'all I'm in love with the moonlight Make love in the moonlight, oh I've been myself since birth, nigga Ain't nothin' like y'all, y’all, y'all Girl, you know I'm far from perfect, I won't lead you on But tonight is feelin' perfect, this your favorite song I know that mood right I know that mood right, oh Dance in the moonlight (I'm cuttin' too deep, I'm feelin' like a surgeon) Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh, oh, oh, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Girl, you know I'm far from perfect, but I'm really worth it She say that I'm pretty, I'm prettier in person I'm drivin' her crazy, you know I'm really swervin' I'm cuttin' too deep, I'm feelin' like a surgeon Girl, you know I'm far from perfect, I won't lead you on But tonight is feelin' perfect, this your favorite song I know that mood right I know that mood right, oh Dance in the moonlight Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh Dance in the moonlight, oh, oh, oh, oh (Like a surgeon) Dance in the moonlight, oh Chance, don't stand a chance In the moonlight, no We throw them hands, we throw them hands In the moonlight, no, oh

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Sometimes

Sometimes by Juice WRLD

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, uh I wanna be by my lonely I pop these Perc' by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know it’s my homie I wanna be by my lonely I take these Perc' by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie My mind sometimes gets dark and wild My mind sometimes I don’t wan' be bothered Inhale, exhale, breathin' just got a lil' harder I mean well, I mean well All's well, it ends well Inhale, exhale Losin' my sanity, prolly I'll see you in hell Yeah, I'ma meet you there As of lately, my demons, they bother me When I’m sleepin’, they sittin' on top of me And wherever I go, they’ll follow me I fell into the pit and it's bottomless They want my soul but it isn't my property Try to take it from me, demonic robbery Crazy the way that the devil'll lie to me Just leave me alone, I could do bad on my own I get high off my ass on my own Paranoia is strong What if she don’t love me no more? I hope I'm wrong You might also like Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I wanna be by my lonely I pop these Perc' by my lonely I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know it's my homie, uh I wanna be by my lonely, uh I take these Perc' by my lonely, uh I put in work by my lonely .40 on me, you know that's my homie Oh-oh-oh, there ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know Mind fumblin', fumblin', fumblin', fumblin' I wonder if, wonder if, wonder if, wonder if I'm gonna live, gonna live All these threats that I get from my enemies Wonder why I keep a .40 right next to me Scared of niggas runnin' in my vicinity I'ma be the killer, ain't no one killin' me That's a better choice like votin' for Hillary Where I'm from, niggas don't give a fuck So we loadin' up and shootin' like documentary Numb to the core I don't wanna feel shit anymore I don't wanna feel rich anymore Know that they want me dead So I'm takin' meds until I fall on the floor I don't know who to call anymore I don't know what to call it anymore Tears fall like raindrops, but nah, I don't wanna ball anymore Pick up the rock, score I pill pop some more Why? It numbs me inside I know it ain't right, but it's part of the ride There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know

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Fast

Fast by Juice WRLD

(Play it one more time) I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I’ma die with respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah I took too many pills, countin' up the bills, uh Molly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uh Oh, last call Oh-oh, it’s gnarly Every day I be counting up, counting up the blues Gotta win sometimes when you always lose I get high as a bitch, still the same dude I was back then, but now I'm lost and confused I ain't see it comin' I ain't see it comin' But it still came I'm talkin' ’bout life, ayy (Talkin’ 'bout life, ayy) You might also like I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan I know all these niggas gettin’ mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah I go through so much, I'm 19 years old It's been months since I felt at home But it’s okay 'cause I'm rich, sike I'm still sad as a bitch, right I don't want nobody to think that I'm a asshole I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise My mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest I'll blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in I ain't see it comin' (I ain't see it) I ain't see it comin' (I ain't see it) But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came) I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life) I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah Elevate, elevate, elevate myself Now I'm on the ground, on the ground, haven't been myself But it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue What happens next? A story to be continued, yeah I been living fast, fast, fast, fast Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast Better hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah Fucking with my money, you get gone like that, yeah This is fire, hahaha, yeah This is fire

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Burn

Burn by Juice WRLD

(If young Metro don't trust you— trust you) I can't take one Percocet, start tonight off, I just took a 60 Burberry on me, shoot you in your back, you just got Pretty Ricky I tie the Chanel runners, then I get back to running the city And I know that it's hell coming, I ain't worried, my niggas, they with me Gotta put the narcotics down, I can feel 'em fucking up my kidney And punching my liver If I let it kill me, my mama'll never forgive me Ain't numbing my feelings, if I let it kill 'em, my baby will never forgive me This remind me of hell, sometimes I wonder if that's where God really sent me Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn The truth hurts, let it bleed out, if they hurt you, let 'em leave My heart hurtin', let me bleed out, only way I'll find peace I'm tryna get set free, but these chains on me Choke me, I can't breathe, what's reality? Uh, detached from myself Uh-huh, numb the pain with my wealth Uh, a bag from Chanel match the double C on my belt, uh Bands in my pants, I barely be holdin' my pants up But the money ain't the answer I'm just tryna reach some new highs Mix this with that, bet it feel nice Codeine, only sip if I got ice Look my girl in her eyes, tell her I won't die I fell asleep too deep that one time Woke up to your cry, girl, I'm fine But I lied Had a dream, I wasn't gon' wake up this time You might also like Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

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Rich and Blind

Rich and Blind by Juice WRLD

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!) Fine, fine Say they wanna read my mind They really wanna read my mind Telling you right now, all you'll find Is a lost soul, rich and blind They say they wanna read my mind Do you really wanna read my mind? I promise, all that you will find Is a lost soul, rich and blind I know I have a purpose, but I don't see the purpose They tell me the death of me gon' be the Perkys I know they laced pills, I bought them on purpose Life's unreal when death's uncertain It's funny how the blessed ones had the most curses Heart falling to the floor if we lose another person Take three more, I swear it's worth it But it ain't no world tour if I'm laying in a hearse I remember losing lil' bro, he laying in the dirt Now I'm bound to drop a tear or two on every single verse Good terms, bad terms, when they die, it's the worst Sometimes when I'm high, I feel high in reverse I ain't going out like that, you fuck with me, you get the work You ain't gon' see me in no wooden box, I'm gonna shoot 'em first I promise y'all I'm finna touch the world, yeah, I'ma touch the Earth But hold on, your girl on my line, I think I may just fuck her first Yeah, gotta have some crude humor Just to keep a good vibe going, keep the song grooving So all my money longer, shout out bro Uzi Keep my eyes in the sky 'cause that's where I'm moving You might also like Say they wanna read my mind They really wanna read my mind Telling you right now, all you'll find Is a lost soul, rich and blind They say they wanna read my mind Do you really wanna read my mind? I promise, all that you will find Is a lost soul, rich and blind (Blind) Is a lost soul, rich and blind Blind, blind, blind This is dedicated to you if you felt the lowest of the low I know how it feels, you don't wanna struggle anymore Used to ball hard, ain't no triple-doubles anymore Bitch, I'm talking 'bout my tears Turned around and faced my fears I haven't felt this low in years We die in three like musketeers Ain't too many real niggas left in here R.I.P. to all my peers Smoking loud pack, what you say? I can't hear But I still hear the fallen ones in my ears Why, why do we live to die, die? When it's my time, time, time I'll leave behind my end, my thirteen reasons why Say they wanna read my mind They really wanna read my mind Telling you right now, all you'll find Is a lost soul, rich and blind They say they wanna read my mind Do you really wanna read my mind? I promise, all that you will find Is a lost soul, rich and blind (Blind) Is a lost soul, rich and blind Blind, blind, blind Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!)

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Black & White

Black & White by Juice WRLD

I'm in my black Benz, uh Doing cocaine with my black friends, uh We'll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah Oh, we'll be high before the night ends Before the night ends Switch up to the white Benz (Okay) Doing codeine with my white friends, uh (Friends) We'll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah, uh Before the night ends (Woah) Before the night begins (Woah) Lord have mercy, uh (Hey) I know that these Perkys finna hurt me, ayy (Hey) Sometimes I feel like they doing surgery, ayy, ayy (Hey) Tell me, are they working? (Are they working?) Are they working? (Are they working?) Tell me, are they working? Uh, ayy (Working) I party too damn much, Uh (Too much) Ayy, and you niggas can't keep up (Huh) I'm getting too fucked up (Yeah) Too fucked up, yeah, I'm too fucked up (Yeah) Won't look up 'til the sun come up (Okay) Pills with the Hennessy, I might throw up (Said, "I might throw up") I might throw up (Said, "I might throw up") I'll be okay You might also like In my black Benz, uh Doing cocaine with my black friends, uh We'll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah Oh, we'll be high before the night ends Before the night ends (Ends) Switch up to the white Benz, uh (Okay) Doing codeine with my white friends, uh (Friends) We'll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah, uh Before the night ends (Woah) Before the night begins (Woah) Everyday's a party, don't let no one tell you different (Different) No lames allowed, you should really keep your distance (Yeah) Smoking on loud, and that codeine, I sip (Yeah) Pouring up this purple shit until it's in my piss (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) R.I.P. to Prince, we got purple rain on deck (Lean) She love Bobby Brown so we keep the 'caine on deck (Lean) There be haters 'round, keep an AK on deck (Lean) Man down, man down on, ooh, ooh (Yeah) Party animals, I'm a lion in the zoo (Yeah) Party animals, I'm a lion at the zoo (Yeah, yeah) Party animals, I'm a party animal I'm a party animal In my black Benz, uh Doing cocaine with my black friends, uh We'll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah Oh, we'll be high before the night ends (Ends) Before the night ends (Before the night ends, yeah) Switch up to the white Benz, uh (Okay) Doing codeine with my white friends, uh (Friends) We'll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah, uh Before the night ends (Woah) Before the night begins (Woah) Before the night begins Before the night begins

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Stay High

Stay High by Juice WRLD

Man, I been asleep off the lean all day, it's like fuckin' mornin' It already feel like it's nine in the mornin' Hate it when they play both sides Too low in my life Gotta stay high, gotta stay high Too low in my life, yeah, I gotta stay Hate it when they play both sides Too low in my life, so I gotta stay high Yeah, I gotta stay high Too low in my, too low in my Count the racks up (Huh), I got my stacks up (Ya' dig?) Bad lil' bitch, tell her back up (Ya' dig?) In the cut with the MAC tucked Run up on me, get hit up Ambulance needs to pick him up, uh Six shots to the head like, woah Run through the six, no woes Throw money, throw hands, throw bows Up, down, left, right, A, B, cheat codes Pull up, my gun sing like Glee show Rick Owen on my coat, no superhero VVS my wrist like Sub-Zero Play a bitch like guitar, no hero Run the money up, stack it like Legos Bad bitch wanna fuck, I say let's go, uh R.I.P to my niggas gone Sometimes I wish I could hit your phone I don't really wanna walk through life alone Ain't too many real niggas here no more I lost my woadie, my heart cold Now, I gotta walk through life alone Now, I gotta walk through life alone Now, I gotta live this life alone You might also like Hate it when they play both sides Too low in my life Gotta stay high, gotta stay high Too low in my life, yeah, I gotta stay Hate it when they play both sides Too low in my life, so I gotta stay high Yeah, I gotta stay high Too low in my, too low in my (Ayy, huh) Wockhardt in my body, I can't help myself, uh I get so damn high that I can't feel myself My girlfriend worried about me, think I'm gon' kill myself Sorry, baby, I'm just really tryna feel myself Keep my head above the water while I drown in wealth I got that drip like Gunna, I may drip or drown myself You know I love choppers, I had to surround myself Takin' Gelato to the head, smoked the pound myself Hate it when they play both sides Too low in my life Gotta stay high, gotta stay high Too low in my life, yeah, I gotta stay Hate it when they play both sides Too low in my life, so I gotta stay high Yeah, I gotta stay high Too low in my, too low in my

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Already Dead

Already Dead by Juice WRLD

You can see the pain in my laugh (Yeah, yeah) Demons comin' back from the past (Yeah, yeah) Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (Yeah, yeah) Voices in my head (Yeah, yeah) All I can hear them say (Yeah, yeah) Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (Yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm already dead (Yeah, yeah) I've been dead for years I've been taking medicine again (Yeah, yeah) Henny, mix it with the Vicodin (Yeah, yeah) All my sufferin' (Yeah) Is really gettin' under my skin (Yeah) Maybe I should try to pray again (Yeah, yeah) Try to wash away my sins (Yeah, yeah) I know that they not my friends (Yeah, yeah) But I'm friends with the drugs again (Yeah) Lost my heart, lost it all So much drama, hold the applause Shit's like a soap opera, straight downfalls Nightmares on the cellphone, late-night calls Lost my heart, lost it all So much drama, hold the applause No soap opera, straight downfalls Listen to the nightmares call You might also like You can see the pain in my laugh (Yeah, yeah) Demons comin' back from the past (Yeah, yeah) Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (Yeah, yeah) Voices in my head (Yeah, yeah) All I can hear them say (Yeah, yeah) Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (Yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm already dead (Yeah, yeah) I've been dead for years You can see the pain in my laugh (Yeah, yeah) Demons comin' back from the past (Yeah, yeah) Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (Yeah, yeah) Voices in my head (Yeah, yeah) All I can hear them say (Yeah, yeah) Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (Yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm already dead (Yeah, yeah) I've been dead for years (Yeah) Have you ever been so alone (Yeah, yeah) That nobody's house feels like home? (Yeah, yeah) I've been runnin' out of drugs and hope (Yeah, yeah) I don't even got a plug no more (Yeah, yeah) Have you ever been so alone? (Yeah, yeah) That you don't know what to feel no more? (Yeah, yeah) Ain't no reachin' for the pills no more (Yeah, yeah) One more and you're on the floor (Yeah, yeah) I know that I didn't stand a chance (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't think I'll ever live again (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm only here by popular demand (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm stayin' alive for the fans (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Lost my heart, lost it all So much drama, hold the applause No soap opera, straight downfalls Listen to the nightmares call You can see the pain in my laugh (Yeah, yeah) Demons comin' back from the past (Yeah, yeah) Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (Yeah, yeah) Voices in my head (Yeah, yeah) All I can hear them say (Yeah, yeah) Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (Yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm already dead (Yeah, yeah) I've been dead for years (Yeah, yeah) You can see the pain in my laugh (In my laugh) Demons comin' back from the past (From the past) Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (Relapse) Voices in my head (In my head) All I can hear them say (All I can hear them say) Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (Is, "Everyone wants me dead") Bitch, I'm already dead (Bitch, I'm already dead) I've been dead for years (I've been dead for years)

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​autograph (on my line)

​autograph (on my line) by Juice WRLD

79 ContributorsTranslationsDeutsch​autograph (on my line) Lyrics Why you mad, why you mad? Why you mad, why you mad? That's all I wanna know You're lookin' like a joke, dry humor at the most Steady chokin' on your shade, like a dick in your throat Well, if you're gonna throw shade in my way Maybe you should throw with a little more aim It's a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name They don't got no business talkin' in the first place, I'm freezin' (Freezin', bitch, I'm freezin') All these fuck niggas on my line Damn, nigga, you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn, bitch, you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You wanted an autograph All you had to do was ask, woah Uh, but you lookin' like a asshole Up on Twitter and you lookin' mad, woah Talkin' 'bout me, but you lookin' bad, woah Like the ugly daughter that I never had, woah And what's up with these nigs? Got my name in they mouth like they swallowin' my children I never got why niggas hate It's probably 'cause I'm doin' better than them, anyway It's probably 'cause I get they bitches wetter, anyway It's probably 'cause I'm livin', and they're in a lower place They're walkin' in their sorrows, while I'm vibin' out in space Crash-land just to take they girl on a dinner date You might also like When haters see me winnin' they just hyperventilate They always try to stop me, but I never hesitate Just follow all your dreams and when you reach them, celebrate That's the only way to truly make a hater suffocate All these fuck niggas on my line Damn, nigga, you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn, bitch, you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You wanted an autograph All you had to do was ask, woah Why you mad, why you mad? Why you mad, why you mad? That's all I wanna know You're lookin' like a joke, dry humor at the most Steady chokin' on your shade like a dick in your throat Well, if you're gonna throw shade in my way Maybe you should throw with a little more aim It's a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name They don't got no business talkin' in the first place, I'm freezin' But these haters not breathin' (Uh) Stevie Wonder to these haters, no seein' (Uh) And I don't believe it They hate me, hate me for no reason They hate me for no reason, woah Oh-oh-oh All these fuck niggas on my line Damn, nigga, you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn, bitch, you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You wanted an autograph All you had to do was ask, woah

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Hear Me Calling

Hear Me Calling by Juice WRLD

Ring, do you hear me calling? Purps On The Beat Me no want no drama Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Not a fighter, a lover Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama I just want you, my darling Break away and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a blunt of OG Roll it up, I kissed it and I smoke it Gots to be joking Where in the fuck did you think you were going? Foldin' and packin' your clothes like you ain't know I was gon' unfold it Wine glass full of your emotions Oh, Pinot Grigio, sippin', beautiful, heaven-soul woman Me don't know, let me know, let me In your heart, don't you dare forget me I'm your fan, your posters on my walls inside my head, yeah, yeah I'm your fan, your posters on my walls inside my head, yeah You might also like Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Not a fighter, a lover Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama I just want you, my darling You drive me insane, no girl make me feel this way Wait girl, you got your ways, girl you are my getaway Wait, let me keep you safe In exchange, give me brain, brain You my main thing, turn around, bang bang Hit the beach in LA like you a beach ball Me and you in the Lambo truck, you start it up and skrrt off We park after dark at the park by the mansion, take your skirt off Oh, me can't wait to get all up inside of it My heart is racing, every time I'm tastin' it Wait until the drugs fade out Hate making love when I'm faded That's because I wanna feel it Girl, you give me the best feelin' Yes, girl you're the best, take away stress, love me to death Even when I'm a mess Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Not a fighter, a lover Do you hear me calling? Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama I just want you, my darling (Darling) Ring, do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama

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Flaws and Sins

Flaws and Sins by Juice WRLD

Vibe on this bitch, though A lighter? Nah, in the room Oh Uh-huh You work numbers, work wonders You done woke me up from my eternal slumber I'm the lightning, you’re the thunder There's a difference 'tween, "I need you," and, "I want you" Girl, I need you Good sex led to conversations getting a little deeper, uh Tell me your darkest secrets, shit you wouldn’t even tell Jesus, uh My karma been tweaking so much, I don't even believe in karma But you give me a reason to thank God for all these recent falls Percocet 30, E 8, I've been gettin' off I done chilled out on the drugs since you've been involved Suck it like it's love (Uh), fuck me like it's love (Uh-huh) No protection on my heart, goddamnit, I'm gon’ hit it raw Traumatized from my past, yeah, I keep a log In my mind, in my head, where that shit belong They say you after my bread, shit, I hope they wrong You already ran up the bands, we could have a ball Hit it from the back, humina, call a play, huddle up This that good love in the bedroom Fuck you in the Prada, poke her face like Lady Gaga Ride it like a Mazda, zoom, zoom, zoom You might also like I’m all, I'm really all in In love with all your flaws and sins Your scars are really gorgeous Ain’t that a weird way to give compliments? I'm all, I'm really all in I fell in love with all your flaws and sins Your scars are really gorgeous I see your light in all the darkness Woah 'Atta boy, I done turned to a man Hot chills when my skin is on your skin Hope you know that if you ever try to end You gon’ catch a couple out the F&N That mean Cupid ain't give you a headshot So I ain't got no choice but to leave you with a headshot Look at the way I make that fucking bed rock, uh Where your ring finger at? I need wedlock Got my sights on your ass, ooh, red dot We some bats that made it out of Hell, ooh, red hot Don't, ayy, go all night, bitch, don't stop We ain't even gon' be finished 'til the sun's up I'm all, I'm really all in In love with all your flaws and sins Your scars are really gorgeous Ain't that a weird way of giving compliments? I'm all, I'm really all in In love with all your flaws and sins Your scars are really gorgeous That's my way of giving compliments I'm all, I'm really all in In love with all your flaws and sins Your scars are really gorgeous Ain't that a weird way to give compliments? I'm all, I'm really all in I fell in love with all your flaws and sins Your scars are really gorgeous I see light in all the darkness

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Man of the Year

Man of the Year by Juice WRLD

Cheers (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Sippin' codeine like it's beer (Oh-oh, oh-oh) I'm in London, so I'm screaming, "Cheers" (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Man of the year, still got problems Lookin' in the mirror, you look awful Talkin' to myself, do it too often JK, Juice WRLD, you're so awesome Um, I'm running up funds Bottle full of pills, let's have fun No cheap thrills, only rich ones Fire drills, hotter than the sun My ups and downs I'll jot them down In London town Cheers to the golden years Let's raise our hands, let's sing and dance I know I'm here to save you, I know I'm here to save you Let's raise our hands and sing and dance I know my lyrics saved you, I know I helped your breakthrough You might also like They say life's a puzzle, well, I'ma piece it together But from the way I'm movin', I'll probably be piecing forever I date a bad bitch, she'll be over decent forever Even with fake tits, these other hoes just decent forever My lady said she saw a baddie in the hotel lobby Well, love, let's fuck her together We got the world to our backs, give a fuck, never have Middle fingers up, we're screamin' "fuck 'em" forever My ups and downs I'll jot them down In London town Cheers to the golden years My ups and downs I'll jot them down In London town Cheers to the golden years Let's raise our hands, let's sing and dance I know I'm here to save you, I know I'm here to save you Let's raise our hands and sing and dance I know my lyrics saved you, I know I helped your breakthrough

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RUN

RUN by Juice WRLD

71 ContributorsRUN Lyrics Father forgive me, for you know that I'm always sinning And I (And I), and I (And I), mhm (Mhm), mhm I take no interest partying with liquor, fucking up my system Excuse my language that's a hang up on how shitty I been feeling And I (And I) told (Told), uh I'm sorry I feel no attraction, I know that it's been a minute And I, and I, and I, and I, survived the night Father forgive me, for you know that I'm always sinning I take no interest partying with liquor, fucking up my system Why'd you lie? Excuse my language that's a hang up on how shitty I been feeling Realize, realize, realize, this life (This life, this life, this life) I'm sorry I feel no attraction, I know that it's been a minute Realize your dark side collides inside You run as fast as you can but you can't hide Realize your dark side collides inside You run as fast as you can In her soul, dark and light fight for the control Nobody knows In her soul, dark and light fight for the control Don't anyone know, don't anyone know You might also like Money is happiness, cap Bitches got faithfulness, cap And drugs only make it worse, cap I take a perc, then I take me a nap Take a sip of the syrup so I could go relax Bitch, I'm ready for war when the demons attack Hell yeah, believe that One to the face, don't fuckin' hesitate I'm high as Heaven gates Ain't no comin' down, comin' down One to the face, don't fuckin' hesitate Bitch, I'm high as Heaven gates Ain't no comin' down, comin' down (Down, down, down) Bitch, I'm high as Heaven gates Ain't no comin' down, comin' down (Realize) Bitch, I'm high as Heaven gates Ain't no comin' down, comin' down Realize your dark side collides inside You run as fast as you can but you can't hide Realize your dark side collides inside You run as fast as you can Realize your dark side collides inside You run as fast as you can but you can't hide Realize your dark side collides inside You run as fast as you can Father forgive me, for you know that I'm always sinning I take no interest partying with liquor, fucking up my system Excuse my language that's a hang up on how shitty I been feeling I'm sorry I feel no attraction, I know that it's been a minute Father forgive me, for you know that I'm always sinning I take no interest partying with liquor, fucking up my system Excuse my language that's a hang up on how shitty I been feeling I'm sorry I feel no attraction, I know that it's been a minute

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Hide

Hide by Juice WRLD (Ft. Seezyn)

Need a drink? (Hoo, ayy, ayy) Found my home (Hoo, ooh, hoo, oh) She make me leave the thrills at home and I'm fine... Really think I found my home, shorty made me feel at home She made me leave the thrills at home and I'm fine with it She really made me lose control, I'ma let my love unfold We're just two lost souls, but we're fine with it There's love at my front door, short notice She not like the sane girls, I noticed Think I met my soulmate, yeah, I know it When it gets dark outside, in you I confide You help me face my demons, I won't hide, hide Girls like you are hard to find I hope you don't mind, if I give you the time of your life, life, life Really think I found my home, shorty made me feel at home She made me leave the thrills at home and I'm fine with it She really made me lose control, I'ma let my love unfold We're just two lost souls, but we're fine with it You might also like Life is not the same with your pictures in my frame Now that you're here, I want nothing to change You pick me up when I'm down, I need you around You seen me through my darkest times Girl, is there something that you try to find? You brought meaning to my life All because of you, I do right Because of you, I have a purpose Fight for the world because you're worth it Really think I found my home, shorty made me feel at home She made me leave the thrills at home and I'm fine with it She really made me lose control, I'ma let my love unfold We're just two lost souls, but we're fine with it

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Scared Of Love

Scared Of Love by Juice WRLD

94 ContributorsTranslationsItalianoEspañolTürkçeFrançaisNederlandsРусскийScared Of Love Lyrics Ooh, ooh, woah I never been scared I tell you that I don't care Really I do care I hope that you care (Yuh hear mi now, Mitch Mula?) I never been scared to love (Drop dat bomboclaat!) I never been scared of love, scared to love I'm on the drugs way too much I'm not enough, not enough You're way too much, way too much Not scared to love, just scared of love Not enough, I'm not enough You're way too much and I'm not getting enough You're way too much, still not getting enough You're way too much, too, too much The weight is heavy on my shoulders, girl, you're too much You put my heart in a grave, I get no love So I need more drugs, way too much All I ever do is get fucked up All I ever wanted was a real love Got a pint of the lean, I done lucked up Bros said that it wasn't real mud Every day I wonder if I can pick my heart out my chest (Out my chest) Lately I been feelin' the worst (Feelin' the worst) So I gotta dress like the best (So I gotta dress like the best) Moncler all on my chest (Moncler all on my chest) VVS all on my neck (All on my neck) Ballin' like a fucking upset (Ballin' like a fucking upset) They're beyond stressed I been hurt but I'm beyond that You might also like I never been scared of love, scared to love I'm on the drugs way too much I'm not enough, not enough You're way too much, way too much Not scared to love, just scared of love Not enough, I'm not enough You're way too much and I'm not getting enough You're way too much, still not getting enough We woke up in hell, baby, can't you tell? (Tell) As far as I can tell, you're the only heaven here I'm running out of Xans, running out of options I really need to chill 'fore I'm in a coffin Way too late, Russian roulette, okay I know I been dead for a minute now Ain't wanna be alive, no way (Mula tell 'em fall through) I never been scared of love, scared to love I'm on the drugs way too much I'm not enough, not enough You're way too much, way too much Not scared to love, just scared of love Not enough, I'm not enough You're way too much and I'm not getting enough You're way too much, still not getting enough (No, I'm not getting enough)

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Candles

Candles by Juice WRLD

95 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolTürkçeРусскийItalianoDeutschFrançaisNederlandsCandles Lyrics I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure I'm not sure (Yeah, I like that) Uh Yeah, I'm not sure I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up, it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've come to the conclusion you can't kill me if I kill you first I've been through the wringer Tryna put a diamond ring on her finger She love drama, she be watching Jerry Springer Next thing you know, we all on Jerry Springer I play love games, but no, I'm not a cheater She hate it when I sip codeine, I'm a leaner The devil on my shoulder keep on telling me to keep her Should I take her out or should I take her to the cleaner? Love don't end good for me, no good for me She's good for me, too good These hoes love playing me, heartbreaking me Don't pray for me, just give me drugs (Bring me drugs) You might also like Just give me drugs Just bring me drugs Just give me drugs Yeah, I'm not sure I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up, it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've come to the conclusion you can't kill me if I kill you first I told her, "Run around and get away" I think I need a getaway I need to call a timeout, I need to set another play I need a umbrella 'cause every day feel like a rainy day I need something other than Xannies to take the pain away I ran away to California, I'm tryna cut corners Satan bossin' me around, but you know I don't take orders Yeah, I had to move around, I was startin' to feel cornered Startin' to feel cornered, I can't see the front door Startin' to feel cornered, startin' to feel slaughtered Started to not give a fuck, screamin' out, "Why bother?" My ex-bitch too bad, my next bitch way hotter We met in a car crash, she ride it like full throttle Yeah, I'm not sure I don't know if it's because my heart hurts or if I'm insecure Baby, you're not her My last girl had me so fucked up, it was a blacked out blur Baby, you jump first It's a long way to hell, I ain't really tryna leave this Earth Baby, do your worst I've come to the conclusion you can't kill me if I kill you first

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Bad Energy

Bad Energy by Juice WRLD

Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh (Daytrip took it to ten, hey) Swallow all these pills with my pride (Uh) Married to my highs, you may kiss the bride Trouble in my brain, see it in my eyes I got voices in my head, they keep me up at night Said I was okay, but I'm lying, feel like that I'm dying Soul screaming and crying, feel my brain frying Try to numb the pain, all the drugs I've been buying This oxy gettin' pricey, pour the codeine in the Hi-C Blood red blend in the Hi-C I've been doing so much wrong, even though ma told me to do the right thing Poppin' pills all night long, in the studio pourin' out my feelings Can't explain this feeling Kinda feels like I'm losing even though I'm winning Drain out bad energy (Drain out bad energy) Forget the bad memories (Forget the bad memories) Drain out bad energy (Drain out bad energy) Forget the bad memories (Forget the bad memories, ayy, ayy) Multi-million dollars All mine from the start Codeine kills the drama And the trauma in my heart Just got a call from the dark side Stab wounds in my chest, but I'm alright I miss my friends, I hate this spotlight I love my girl, I hate the thot life Yellow diamonds, shiny pearls I'm tryna give her the world I'm tryna show her the world She ain't no ordinary girl I know she know, I know she know I'm down and out Life is a ocean, demons I've been drownin' out I watch the crowd and crack a smile I have a job to lead them out You might also like Drain out bad energy (Drain out bad energy) Forget the bad memories (Forget the bad memories) Drain out bad energy (Drain out bad energy) Forget the bad memories (Forget the bad memories, drain, ayy) Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Daytrip took it to ten, hey) Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

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Cha-Ching (Rental)

Cha-Ching (Rental) by Juice WRLD

I told her ride it like a rental, it’s just a rental I'm not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple I'm not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple Uh, I told her ride it like a rental Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt After this song, I'm finna ride some dirt bikes Lit, uh-huh In the hills, fuckin' up all the happy houses I told her ride it like a rental, it’s just a rental I'm not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple You wanna know what I'm into, so you can get into it I ain't tryna get into it, I done been through it A lot shit been on my mental, I done been through it Niggas say they gon' kill me, Nike, just do it Bitches say they want the real me, they sound real stupid I already told you my relationship with Cupid This shit don't ever work, my heart cold It's been cold since I threw it to the South Pole (Uh) AP two-tone, yeah, my wrist cold (Uh) Straight flawless, the brightest of crystals (Uh) I'm a diamond in the rough, that's a gem, ho (Uh) Got a thing for Gemini's with a bad soul (Uh) I was taught to let live and to let 'em go (Uh) But instead, I just love them and hold 'em close (Uh) Opiate addict, it's fucking Narcos (Uh) Heartbreak addict too, I been done wrong (Uh) Got a thing for the freaks and the snake hoes (Uh) Love sex so much, need a porno (Uh) Love head so much, need a deep throat (Uh) I can't fuck with her if she don't got a deep throat (Uh) Hunnid fifty for the watch, not a cheap ho (Uh) Cubic zirconias, you can keep those (Uh) See a whole different side of me (Uh-huh) Need a girl that'll die for me (Uh-huh) Her boyfriend want a rivalry (Uh-huh) Her nigga better come right for me (Uh-huh) I remember when I couldn't get they time of day Now these hoes wanna spend they time with me (Uh-huh) I remember being little playin' board games Now I'm playing real-life Monopoly (Uh-huh) You might also like Cha-ching Cha-ching Cha-ching I wake up in the morning With an alarm clock in my head It's a coach whistle Ayy, somethin' like a cash register (Ayy, uh) Cha-ching (Yeah, uh) I don't got to come back 'cause I never left I could only imagine how that feels, no disrespect On the right track, I don't ever go left Need my millions upfront, yeah, plus a bonus Had a big heart, uh, 'til a nigga sold it Had a good soul, uh, 'til a nigga sold it We came from the same place, I made it, you stayed They wasn't gon' hear our story 'less a real nigga told it Took his bitch, yeah, I stole her, I'm gettin' bolder I'm sick, nigga, no Ebola, need a Ricola She took my heart, yeah, she stole it and now she own it My heartbreak on the way, I'm good for the moment I'm Tom Hanks with the play, Forrest Gump runnin' I get bad news every day, gettin' high, just in case Fake boobs to the face, good nudes, masturbate How rude, baddie with an attitude, give me face Attitude, I don't like her attitude, let her swallow She should have an attitude of gratitude, bullets hollow Give 'em to a nigga like an attitude .50 shot clip for a nigga with an attitude Rolls-Royce truck, catch me cruisin' on the avenue Good nut bust from some head, yeah, that'll do I ain't Mr. T, nah, I never pity fools I see how you livin', to be honest, it's pitiful I don't like much, I'm a chill dude-dude Complicated but it's kinda simple Call my gun Proactiv, you a pimple Catch me interactin' with your bitch, ooh-ooh Walk in the room, I'm too smoo-ooth That's not me, that's the percs, ooh-ooh, ooh 'Til I die, I'ma work, ooh-ooh, ooh Had to cut down on the syrup, ooh-ooh, ooh I was sleeping away money, couldn't wake up and get money Now I'm up tryna get money, give a fuck what they want from me I was too heart-broke to get money, yeah, I'm sad, but I'm no dummy If there's anything you should take from me It's that I'm a confused, young, rich junkie (Young, rich junkie)

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I’m Still

I'm Still by Juice WRLD

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh Like, oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-ooh I'm holding my breath and watching my step I'm listing regrets and you made that list You're my depression Your first impression wasn't deception, you were lyin' Bitch, I'm still flexin' with my heart broken Got my heart open, I'm not high yet Bitch, I'm still moving, I'm in slow motion I rolled my dosage, I'm getting higher Bitch, I still, I still love my pills, Advils You can't feel, I feel, you can't feel, I feel Bitch, I still, I still love my pills, Advils You can't feel, I feel, you can't feel, I feel Oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ah Uh, fell in love with your face off the shrooms The way it animates your eyes in the room I can see the stars when I'm gazing at you Now I need the car with the stars in the roof, ooh Elephant all in the room, she buried me in a tomb I'm feeling overconsumed She walking me to my doom, I see her face in my room When I'm alone in the room, I'ma blame that on the shrooms (Blame that on the shrooms) You might also like Oh, feeling ridiculed, feeling like a fool, don't know what to do Lost my heart, don't got shit to lose I'm holding my breath and watching my step I'm listing regrets and you made that list You're my depression Your first impression was in deception, you were lyin' Bitch, I'm still flexin' with my heart broken Got my heart open, I'm not high yet Bitch, I'm still moving, I'm in slow motion I rolled my dosage, I'm getting higher Bitch, I still, I still love my pills, Advils You can't feel, I feel, you can't feel, I feel Bitch, I still, I still love my pills, Advils You can't feel, I feel, you can't feel, I feel Oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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I’ll Be Fine

I'll Be Fine by Juice WRLD

Ooh And we live And we recording And there's lean on deck, you know? Purple Rain Okay, so, yeah I just popped a bean yesterday, it was a long night I done did the right drugs, only on the wrong night I was rocking Off-White, tryna have a fun time She gon' eat like lunch time, molly got her on time Fuck niggas don't get respect, but I'ma die about mine Swervo told me stop popping them Xannies 'fore I flatline I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I'ma be fine (Uh), I'ma be fine But in the meantime, bitch, it's lean time Pop a bean time 'cause it ain't killing me My lil' bro keep a .40, they thought his ass was security Too busy making money to worry 'bout making memories But in the meantime, bitch, it's green time Maybe lean time, outta energy My momma told me, "Stop the painkillers" Them shits is killing me (Killing me, killing me), I'ma be fine (Huh) You might also like I just popped a bean yesterday, it was a long night I done did the right drugs, only on the wrong night I was rocking Off-White, tryna have a fun time She gon' eat like lunchtime, molly got her on time Fuck niggas don't get respect, but I'ma die about mine Swervo told me stop popping them Xannies 'fore I flatline I said hold on, bro wait (Uh) I'ma be fine, I'ma be fine (Uh), I'ma be fine They know my name hold weight (Uh) Put it in her mouth just like Colgate (Uh) Get outta line and you get punched in your face Shouldn't have been around here in the first place Now you got a black eye I got mob ties, I got gang ties Make you drown in your blood, just like high tide Now I'm up, everybody wanna high five Remember when they used to diss me in the lunch line Now I'm eating steak and eggs when it's lunchtime I remember eating Ramen with a Glock .9 I remember when she left me for the next guy Now she calling me her next guy (Huh) I just popped a bean yesterday, it was a long night I done did the right drugs, only on the wrong night I was rocking Off-White, tryna have a fun time She gon' eat like lunch time, molly got her on time Fuck niggas don't get respect, but I'ma die about mine Swervo told me stop popping them Xannies 'fore I flatline I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I said hold on, bro wait (Uh), I'ma be fine I'ma be fine (Uh), I'ma be fine I woke up Xanning I sit down, I can't stand it anymore (Anymore) Can't stand it anymore (Anymore, anymore, ooh, ooh) I woke up leaning, so I woke up dreaming (Dreaming) And fiending for more, for more, for more One cup, I need four more, hey I woke up leaning, so I woke up dreaming (Dreaming) And fiending for more, for more, for more One cup, I need four more, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

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Used To

Used To by Juice WRLD

83 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolTürkçeРусскийItalianoFrançaisNederlandsUsed To Lyrics Oh, oh, oh It don't hurt as bad as it used to Yeah, I like that Freestyling to it It don't hurt as bad as it used to I admit girl, yeah, I just use you I admit this not what I'm used to Ike Turner, but I'd never abuse you Woah, my last girl left me cold Like frozen in the snow She already knows It's hard for me to let go I been drinkin' and drivin' and survivin' Take my sorrow and bury me alive in it Wear your best dress, girl, 'cause you gon' die in it Bet you regret the day that you lied in it Crashed the car again, goddamn Break my heart again, goddamn I don't have no friends, goddamn I'm alone until the end, goddamn Crashed the car again, goddamn Break my heart again, goddamn I don't have no friends, goddamn I'm alone until the end, goddamn You might also like It don't hurt as bad as it used to I admit girl, yeah, I just use you I admit this not what I'm used to Ike Turner, but I'd never abuse you Woah, my last girl left me cold Like frozen in the snow She already knows It's hard for me to let go I been drinkin' and drivin' and survivin' Take my sorrow and bury me alive in it Wear your best dress, girl, 'cause you gon' die in it Bet you regret the day that you lied in it Crashed the car again, goddamn Break my heart again, goddamn I don't have no friends, goddamn I'm alone until the end, goddamn Crashed the car again, goddamn Break my heart again, goddamn I don't have no friends, goddamn I'm alone until the end, goddamn It don't hurt as bad as it used to I admit girl, yeah, I just use you I admit this not what I'm used to Ike Turner, but I'd never abuse you Woah, my last girl left me cold Like frozen in the snow She already knows It's hard for me to let go

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Fighting Demons

Fighting Demons by Juice WRLD

91 ContributorsTranslationsItalianoРусскийTürkçeFrançaisNederlandsDeutschEspañolFighting Demons Lyrics Run away In fear of me dying today Yeah, I run away In fear of me dying today, ah And I'm not the same Who said I was subject to change? My demons are breakin' out of their cage I'm praying that I see another day (Chill, chill) I said my demons are breakin' out of their cage On my knees, I pray for better days Chip, chip, cheerio, everything's all good, right? I got rich, I got rich, I'm livin' that fast life Couple M's in my bank account, I got cash, right? And that's supposed to make me happy I got a couple questions How come that shit don't ever make me happy? Money give me an erection But that don't mean it's gon' be everlasting Yeah, I know it's a blessing But how come it always feel like the devil plottin' And the devil watchin'? He see me buyin' all these watches Benjamin Franklin in my pockets Ooh, been a year of the glitz and the glam And the TV channels, brain's going scramble Scrambling sometimes 'cause this shit is hard to handle Demons in my heart (Yeah), they destroy me like a vandal (Ah) You might also like Take my hand Don't give up Take my hand Don't give up Yeah, I run away In fear of me dying today, ah And I'm not the same Who said I was subject to change? My demons are breakin' out of their cage I'm praying that I see another day (Chill, chill) I said my demons are breakin' out of their cage On my knees, I pray for better days Karma ain't what you think it is Super stressed, still handle all of my business Do the best I can, yes, I can Yes, I am, misfortune I know in the dark, they be lurking (Why?) Same way they lurk in your head when they get in your mind You don't wanna know what they're tryin' to find I'll protect your soul (Ah) Take my hand Don't give up Take my hand Don't give up Yeah, I run away In fear of me dying today, ah And I'm not the same Who said I was subject to change? My demons are breakin' out of their cage I'm praying that I see another day (Chill, chill) I said my demons are breakin' out of their cage On my knees, I pray for better days

Juice WRLD

Feeling

Feeling by Juice WRLD

This a one-take gang, isn't it, Max Lord? This is a one-take-ass song (Yeah, uh-huh) (999, Juice) Perc' give me a feelin' (Sheesh) My girl just walked into the building (Hi bae, hey) Huh, uh Percs give me a feeling, I feel it (Do you feel it? Ayy) Percs give me a feeling, I feel it (Man, goddamn) Like Black Eyed Peas I got a feeling, uh Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh Problems, I numb and conceal them It's kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them I just walked in the building Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions Disregard civilians Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion (Let's go, let's go, let's go) I reek of good vibes Smokin' on reefer, I'm high Percocet fever The type of pill to make you scratch until your nails gone (Yeah, yeah) Drugs in my head, you heard what I said No five, no ten, no fifteen, twenty, just Perc-30s in my meds I told my mama I'm here to stay, no, she won't catch me dead I'm too much of an idol, nigga, no Ryan Seacrest (Oh yeah) Do it by my V-lone, 'lone (This is about you, not me) Alone, alone, alone (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) You might also like I got a feeling Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh Problems, I numb and conceal them It's kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them I just walked in the building Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions Disregard civilians Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion 'Til I get a house with a moat and a pavilion Walked into your building, nigga, I'm a villain Feel like Dragon Ball, bitch, I'm Goku and you Krillin Bickin' back, I'm boolin', these niggas be chillin' All up in they feelings, me, I'm just winning W-I-N-N-I-N-G (Spell it) Boy, it's ain't no "I" in team but it's an "M-E" in team (Fuck) I meant it's a "me" in team (Yeah) I know I just fucked up, but bitch, I'm still the freestyle king, whoa (On God, on God) Her pussy wetter than olive oil, my watch cost a hundred more My new girl a Lamborghin', your girl a Honda Accord Mama told me I gotta stay focused, told her I am not a Ford Focused, you notice when it disappear like hocus pocus I got a feeling Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh Problems, I numb and conceal them It's kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them I just walked in the building Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions Disregard civilians Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Juice WRLD

Tim Westwood Freestyle

Tim Westwood Freestyle by Juice WRLD

Yeah, uh, uh Uh-huh, huh, hahaha Some of y'all be sayin' y'all freestylin' But y'all be like... spittin' writtens and shit Haha, that's BS Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh Uh, I don't even write my wrongs, haha Ayy, yuh Off the top, kickin' it, no karate class Janitor, I'll mop his ass up, chop his ass up I'm the best at what I do, can't nobody do it better Your girl a sprinkler system from the way I get her wetter Uh, I'm out the jam like jelly I'ma go hard, catch a shot like Belly I'm the best to ever do it, have 'em leakin' body fluids Feel like Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It" when I'm on this music Off the dome when I'm kickin' it Kinda like I got a impediment when I'm spittin' it I been rippin' writtens without writin' a damn thing I'm doin' my damn thing, I rap and I sing I ring like bells, king That's me, you better king me I'm married to the money, fuck it, need to buy a ring, b I pull up on the scene, choppa get to fuckin' ringing Like a joke or something, choppa get to zinging, aha Man this shit look easy, on my grind like Trukfit, no Lil Weezy Your bitch too sleazy, .40 bless you, sneezin', uh I'm the best to ever do it, take yo' breath away, you not breathin', uh Breaking Bad method how I sell this meth Retrospect, put that shit back in retrospect Take your specs, take your bitch, grab her breast, tat her chest I'm the best to ever do it, I'ma say that again Lord forgive me on this mic, 'cause I know I'm finna sin Killin' him, him, and him, referencin' Eminem All these other rappers ain't shit but feminine, and I don't really got time for it They can have a penny 'cause I don't really got a dime for it Catch me rockin' Tom Ford and some Air Forces With a passport and a black torch Comin' up the full court, pressed like Kobe or somethin' Super clutch in the fourth like Ginobili or somethin' You say you ballin' like you Jordan, nigga, nah, you frontin' Run up on me, that's okay, that choppa on me get to jumpin' like Jumpman .23 in that glizzy, come and get it I been defyin' niggas like science and physics You run up on me, I hit 'em That choppa on me like a tongue, I pull it out and it lick 'em I'ma shoot him 'til he done, uh I got all the girls sprung, pull up on the scene like a "he hung" I'm of the best to ever do it, say that again Off the dome, kickin' it, that's just how it is I don't got to write shit, I see it like a psychic Your girl like a Huffy commercial, she ride like bikes, kid I'm the best to ever do it, yeah, I said it, huh, and I meant it Listen to my lyrics, man, I vibe on this bitch Roll a blunt up, a OG, and get high on this bitch Mix it with the pills and liquor, I may die on this bitch Did I do that shit on purpose? Suicide in that bitch, huh Suicide doors with a suicide whore Drivin' off a bridge, I call that a suicide Porsche, haha Ooh, we kickin' it, man, look I pull up in a four-door flippin' like parkour Fuck your bitch on camera and call that shit a hardcore Hard porn, sharper than harpoons I come through with three bullets in my face, that's a war room Animated like cartoons when I'm off the shrooms Niggas dirty so that choppa actin' like brooms, uh Niggas salty like Spongebob and spittoon, uh Pull up on the scene, huh, that's just me, uh Hey, switch that shit up real quick, uh-huh I may come back to that, I don't know You might also like Uh-huh, I was just talkin' about how I like Tyler and that nigga Cole Uh, I'ma, uh I'ma fuckin' Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks Run up on me, you get popped Catch the shot out the Glock, I'm the Juice, word to Pac Run up on me, pop your top, matter of fact, better back up 'Cause I'm in the back of the truck, with the MAC tucked Tell that nigga condiment or somethin', he need to catch up He can't catch us, them niggas can't back us, huh Man, them niggas need some backup I'm on the scene, boolin' with my bros Like I'm Drake with the 6, runnin' through it with my woes Run up on me like Shaquille, in the paint I'm throwin' bows You a ballerina 'cause I keep you on your toes Shout out to them Florida niggas, I know some zoes Run up, that's okay, I'm finna let the choppa blow I'm on Westwood, ridin' through your hood Like Red Ridin', strikin' like bright lightnin', my flow is too excitin' I'll end your world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin' it Try me if you think I'm lyin', man, listen how I do it I get brain from a smart bitch but she stupid Put an arrow through your heart, but no, I'm not Cupid Make you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it's not Cupid The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone Yo bitch is so sprung, yeah, I put the team on She gon' give the whole team head, call that a crew neck But I'm wearin' a sweater, I'ma get her wetter, uh I'm the best to ever do it, I'll say that shit forever No matter the weather, knock 'em out like Floyd Mayweather I'm off the dome kickin' it, that's just how it is I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids Hell nah, 'cause you will get popped off like a zit If you fuckin' with my money cuz, I'm all about a grip Tell your bitch to swallow kids and I'll tell you to swallow clips Rest in piss, rest in this, matter of fact, I'ma go hard Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill 'em like Bogarts Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie I'm hotter than white bitches chillin' in a jacuzzi My money got longer, shout out to Uzi I'm in the scene with a nina, you run up, I'm shootin' I swear that you don't want no problems with me, it's over with Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober shit It's a union with my gang, come around like a Soviet Matter of fact, I'm finna gamble for this shit, where your poker chips? If you run up, you'll, you'll get cranked like Soulja did I'ma drop bars same way I drop bombs You ain't on shit, ww-dot-com I forgot a W, I took that out, 'cause that W stand for "Win" I never took the losin' route, I always took the losers out Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out Run up on me, that's okay, they beefin' on computers now? I'm not worried about these niggas, keep a .30 on my hip I Steph Curry about these niggas These niggas hella soft, man I worry about these niggas I never run away, I don't flurry away from niggas That nigga lil' pussy, he furry, ain't he, lil' nigga? Pull up on the scene, you know I'm with it My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a "Stop, you're finished" You know we dig it I'm ballin' like Dennis Rodman, I'm fuckin' awesome I'm bombin' like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic I'm faster than Sonic, I'm faster, withdrawals got me fastin' My stomach movin' slow like molasses I got it, run up on me, I'm poppin' Feel like Drake when I'm rappin' 'cause I start from the bottom All this shit that I'm talkin', I could probably back it up I slide into your bitch DM like a sled and toboggan For your brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin' at Target I'll turn your ass to a target then threw your ass in the garbage Run up on me, it's nothing, I swear to God that I'm bussin' Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin', haha These niggas makin' assumptions, me, I'm just makin' this money, huh I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference? Broke niggas and rich niggas, showin' the distance This is a business relationship, fuck a friendship All these other niggas fake like, "What you got over there? Let me get something off your plate," nah I did this by myself so I don't need nobody help Shit, I'm a giant, you an elf, I put your brains up on a shelf after I collect it Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon Slide through your block again and catch some sloppy seconds That's a preference, I heard you like talkin' about Heaven Well I send your ass to hell, right next to Jezebel, uh, huh You can catch twenty shells, you a fat pussy, you get shot, Garfield I got bars like jail barbells, these niggas not funny, huh, Seinfeld, aha But my flow is so unpredictable Fuckin' with me is like steppin' in a minefield Man, I could never mess up, I gotta 'fess up, this is a confession I pull up on the scene with my .40, it came from my plaster That shit's a blessin', huh, I leave you in the past tense I wrap the rap in plastics, that's just some plaster rap But I'm still the realest rapper after the fact, huh, can you imagine that? Man, these niggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn't magic that Man, this rappin' shit is such a passion Not a father when I did it so I'm callin' me a bastard And these niggas talkin' dumb to me But that shit doesn't matter, 'cause my pockets gettin' fatter And I'm climbin' like a ladder, outer space, I'm up on Saturn With some niggas that came from my hometown They really rowdy, you run up, that's okay I swear to God we get to growlin' and bouncin' and pouncin' You gon' need a bouncer, we robbin' your accountant for everything So much money that I ain't even count yet Life's a bitch, why is mine keep playin' farfetched? These niggas ain't locked up, haven't seen bars yet My gun singin' like Barbra, guess, Streisand I got a knife in my right hand, your bitch in my left hand Her meth in my back pocket, I'll give it to her in a second If she keep jockin', I'll rip your eyes out of your head If you keep watchin', I am the best rapper in here The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere I can say what I want and it come out how I want it Run up if you want, that's okay 'cause it's over I really do not condone it, I don't fuck with opponents It's commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three And they be singin' like Jonas, I don't really got no smoke But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin' Robins Back at the bottom, now it's Givenchy and Gucci All over my pair of pockets, man, maybe I should stop it Let's keep goin' man, I'm just feelin' nauseous Off the Henny, that's the remedy A hundred in these clips, so if I shoot it that's a centipede I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin' like a century It's twenty-one inside this clip, huh, like the century, I'm schoolin' niggas Ruler in the Glock, elementary, I'm in her mouth like a dentist She made me replenish, I'm ballin' like I'm Dennis Rodman, rotten, plottin', freestyle, no jottin', I got it Man, I could rap forever If I go broke, Westwood, I'ma prolly trap forever So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes My gun with me 'cause let's go, ooh Next beat, next beat, I may come back, ahahaha Next part, Earl Sweatshirt Kill? Cool, uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh Catch me spittin' on this Kill beat Hopin' that these niggas would just feel me, the real me My weapon is concealed and You know I'm a suspect when I walk into the building I came to London just to make some noise The shit I say is for grown men, these bars are not for lil' boys I'm Andy with these toys You run up on me, you get flexed on like Terry Crews and steroids Listen, I been ballin' like a Piston I been marchin' on niggas like I am army enlisted You run up on me, you get it My choppa retarded and spittin' on these goofy ass niggas Pop a roofie, I'm gone, in a whole 'nother zone Put my dick in yo mom, that's the shit that I'm on Yeah, that's the shit that I'm on, you ain't on shit 'cause you dumb You run up on me, you gone, that choppa on me, it's rung You get hung like a noose I'm about the war, give a fuck about the truce All about myself, I give a fuck about you Matter of fact, I may just shoot the fuck up out you Put an X next to your name like Malcolm I guess you didn't weigh your options out, your outcomes You did the wrong shit on the right day We turn a white day into a red day Fuck what yo mom say, fuck what yo dad say I keep it 3K like my first name Andre If I go broke, I'm probably servin' like an entree In Bombay with yo girl suckin' all on me Off the Xannies, I'm a zombie Don't believe me, try me, fuck around, stomp you I'm kinda hungry off the weed, I may chomp you And that shorty, she a eater, she a muncher Man I'm feeling like a monster Straight Jeffrey Dahmer when I'm grippin' the Llama You don't want problems, no smoke at all I take your whole pound and smoke it all I take yo bitches then fuck 'em all They on my D, I'm hatin', I duck 'em all And she look at my whole team then suck 'em all Macaroni on me, it'll buck-buck 'em all Man somebody tell me to stop, nah, I'ma keep goin', just watch I take yo Rollie, yo watch, yo bitches all on my cock You run up on me, get popped, they judge a nigga like Cochran They forgot to stop it, run up on me here I got a rocket on me, no launcher I feel like I am the best-est, I'm deadlier than asbestos My word is really my weapon, I'm coming back for some seconds Freestylin's a preference, send you to stairway to heaven Man, these niggas writin' the shit that I say The beats beat when I'm beatin' like Doctor the Dre I pull up on them with the choppa, and screamin' out, "Hey! Fuck you, pow pow, have a nice day" And my wrist is like an ice tray, and yo bitch she do what I say Yeah, she put her hands in the air when my song come on Like single ladies and Beyoncé, yeah And the way that I spit shit I burn niggas like Jamaicans with the incense Been the realest with the shit ever since I was an infant I'm a misfit, Tony Hawk on my grind like a trip tip, you could get hit Choppa leave you cryin' like a chick flick, I'm a sick kid Bitch, I been lit, man these niggas ain't shit but some pussies And pork ass niggas, fuck is a piglet Fuck is these niggas, I don't fuck with these niggas A four-leaf clover on a bullet, good luck with these niggas Man it must suck for these niggas, ol' sufferin' niggas YouTube ol' video bufferin' niggas Ol' big bad wolf huff-puffin' ass niggas 'Til I pull up on the scene like, "You think you hard?" I put a bullet hole through your muffin ass, nigga Man, all the songs that I'm bumpin', I got the partiers jumpin' You run up on me, it's over, that chopper's on me, it's dumpin' I'll dump you like a bad relationship, hold on, wait, wait, wait Let me take this shit, it may take a bit I spit the shit I say, go back, re-say it Then say somethin' different, replacin' it, man they hatin' us It's presidential brain from yo bitch Sarah Palin kid Still sellin' John McCain, like you got yo shit snatched My flow is off the chain, pull up in the rover, yeah, I got the range I feel like Drake, nothing was the same Niggas love to hate, get up out my face before you catch a AK Shoot him in his face, tell that nigga bye-bye, man down, mayday Pull up to his mom house and turn it to my safe place I need a safe haven, I'm too busy slayin' Dyin' my hair like Super Saiyans, leave his face on the pavement Jackie Chan when I'm smokin', I really feel like an Asian Fuck yo bitch when I'm high, call that shit Asian persuasion I rush out with yo girl, she fuck for hours up in the shower I feel like I got superpowers, I'm so superb I'm 'bout the action, you niggas 'bout action verbs I don't gotta say a word, I shoot for the green, feelin' like Larry Bird On the competition, I drop and take a turd Shove it in they ears, they hearin' every word Really though, I get it poppin' like a nigga hittin' wheelies, ho Or an ollie, ho, or a molly, ho Run a train on yo bitch, that's a trolley, ho Don't try me how I do you like Dej Loaf You want to go to heaven so bad, here's a halo My gun sing like J Lo, you better get low like limbo Before you catch a couple shots for yo kinfolk I'm Rambo with the ammo, I don't never let go Money kinda stick to me, call me Juice Velcro Say you gettin' money now, fuck nigga hell no You don't like Adidas but this choppa give you shell toes This choppa give you shell toes And leave yo ass dancin' on the floor like a red nose Beam on my gun, that's a red nose Pull up on the scene, let the shit blow Yonkers, Yonkers, in this bitch with Westwood, man Yeah, let's do it, oof, got a lil' more bounce to it, don't it? Uh, uh, I've been going through a lot as of lately You can call me crazy Bitches wanna play me Really I got blueprints Feelin' like I'm JAY-Z My flow in the morning, Westwood no Sway B That's just how it is, boy My flow so brazy, my flow so cool My flow so outdated, so old school But then nigga switch it up to something so new These niggas walking around like they bulletproof 'Til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof Kill his son too Give a fuck, oh, give a fuck Nah, not what I do I'm the type to pull up on your youth group With a choppa and a machete, that's fuckin' useful Matter of fact, here it go I ain't the same nigga I was a year ago I feel like Jesus in the studio I'm spittin' miracles, I'm in that white whip What you call that shit? A miracle Fuck yo bitch from the back singing negro spirituals Got a seal, like fate, like a fuckin' envelope I ain't dope, I'm anti-dope, word to Travis You run up, that's okay, you gettin' played like Lenny Kravitz I never had a father, like I said I'm such a bastard You run up, uh, cool, I'ma let your brain splatter The bullet rim rattle I feel like Shaquille in the fourth Break backboards How I break her back when I hit it from the back, boy I'm up to bat, boy, it's out the park like Barry Bonds You best believe that boy, huh I spit crack boy I spit anything they want I sell it and make it right back boy You run up on me you get smacked, boy You get smacked like a bitch and a pimp running laps boy I'm running shit like gym class on your bitch ass Leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a Tampax I pull up on 'em with two guns, they attached Knocked 'em out, ping ping ping, boxing match, uh But my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched My flow is so hard, your flow is wack My flow is so crack, your flow is so mid My flow is so kill, your flow is so eh I don't got time for it Suck on my dick, tell your bitch to come over and swallow my kids Choppa on my hip I had to hollow my tips Hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his ass slippin' Pull up on his ass leave him leakin' I get 'em Walkin' with a limp, .40 heavy like I'm pimpin' Matter fact I have 'em dancin' when I shoot it crippin' Niggas talkin' stupid 'til that nigga end up missin' UFC when I fight 'em I put 'em submission Hand on a Smith and, I'ma go and get 'em Stevie Wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision You can't fuck with me, uh, you can't fuck with me, huh I'm like a bad STD, bitch, you stuck with me, huh .40 on my hip, I up it on me luckily, huh Rushin' hours, like I said got Chrissie Tuck with me, ayy Couple niggas that's bound to not give a fuck with me, huh Just in case these other niggas try to fuck with me, uh Kept my wits about me luckily, you know I'm smart, uh I've been flying through the air I feel like Bonaparte, uh Keep two bitches in my circle like I'm Noah's Arc, uh Fuck with me I up that choppa tear your bones apart, uh Felt my grove on this track now I'm goin', huh In too deep with this rap shit the ocean, uh I'm a flow of the purple, the potion, uh I'ma catch me a op in the open, uh I make this shit look easy while you strugglin' I'm ballin' triple doublin' while you doublin' I exposed like shrooms get it? I be trufflin' It's Terry Crews with this shit you know I'm musclin' Watchin' Regular Show laughin' at Muscle Man Chip on my shoulder it's lookin' like a Pringles can Desert Eagle on my hip, I'm not a Eagles fan You know I'm from Chicago they my people man, yeah Try me if you wanna I'll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana Matter fact you run up on me you don't want no drama I'ma leave you scratched like a DJ after DJ Drama touched it I don't give a fuck, I'm on my fucked shit I'm killin' niggas like they on my bucket list I turn my bucket list into a fuckin' fuck it list So when I kill I walk away like fuck it, shit I be on my fuck it shit Matter fact me and G-Money hittin' the dealership Pullin' up in the Chrysler like John Dillinger Rich as fuck like, "Damn, is you drug dealin' bitch?" Nah, I'm rappin', used to be trappin' Niggas was actin' Cops hit the door I hid the coke in the napkin I was shootin' craps takin' money Takin' craps on all these niggas takin' naps on me They was sleepin' Westwood, they was sleepin', couldn't believe 'em Now I'm the type to beat the beat up 'til it's bleedin' Choke it out 'til the mutha' fuckers barely breathin' They ain't know a rockstar could rap like this I'ma MC off the High-Tech mixed with High-C You don't want that Shoot you in your stomach that shit hard to digest Make a art project out the projects Shoot you in your eyes put the shit in prospect Lookin' at your mindset, I'm beyond that I'm beyond that, I like this beat This beat like me, I check this beat This beat Nike, these shoes on my feet These shits pricey, like thirteen hunnid, huh You know I run it, I pull up in Hummers You know I roll with them gunners I feel like Birdman stunner, uh You don't want no problems I give you cancer with this bullet You can catch this trauma, uh Man I know you heard the rumors Niggas beefin' all over computers Until I catch 'em lackin' in my city Beat him in his head until he catch a tumor Tell his momma that I did it, she confused "Why my baby all over the fuckin' news?" "What the fuck my baby went and fuckin' did?" He prolly went and fucked with Juice The Kid That's my old name, now it's Juice WRLD Went to a different planet Now I'm up in two worlds Fuck that shit I'm up in two girls Diamonds and pearls, I'm ruling the world Revenge on my body, bitch, 'cause that's my state of mind Stevie Wonder like I said before 'cause I'ma rob you blind I got all these answers that these niggas search to find And they bitches kinda bad I'ma have to get behind Hit it from the back until I fuckin' break her spine After that I may just have to go and take what's mine Yeah, yeah, turn on that Mob Deep shit Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, oh Ain't no such thing as halfway Ain't no such thing as halfway Ain't no such thing as halfway gangsters You in them hallways, you ain't in the streets Niggas really thinking that it's cool to make beef And become enemies of enemies How come all of my enemies was friends to me How come all my enemies is frenemies How come all my enemies is blind I catch 'em lackin' and kill 'em before I read all they energy I guess that's my energy I don't know what's gotten' into me I'm kinda fucked up, well at least mentally Physically I'm richer than a bitch, who I'm meant to be I'm up in London gettin' in bustin' Head like concussion Run up, that's okay, I swear to God that it's nothin' All these niggas be beefin' really they bluffin' I'ma change the money like it's a subject Thinkin' nothin' of it Fuckin' bitches in public Callin' a ruckers Causin' a ruckus I'm a boondock nigga I'm feelin' like Uncle Ruckus Off the dome when I'm kickin' Freestyle I don't do the writtens I don't fuck with cats, so I be beatin' up the kitten I don't fuck with scrappin' so I'm grippin' on that Smith and If you want it come and get it, sixty shots in sixty seconds Had to kill 'em in a minute My flow is intimate, white it out like it's Eminem Really I keep on killin', my bars are really intricate Man, I love it when I spit heat These niggas think that they can get me, they can't get me You rich than a bitch, hell nah, nigga, convince me I leave that nigga cooked up like mincemeat I use his head as a centerpiece I get Duff and Clinton money like my name Hillary I spit like I'm on a ministry You run up on me I'm killin' My choppa on me, that's my mini-me, aha, yeah That's my mini-me I keep it in the trunk of the Bimmer that's where it's 'posed to be That's where it's meant to be, that's where I'm meant to be Uh, uh, hold on Let me catch my vibe Fuck your bitch be mad if she blow my high Suck my dick in a fuckin' suicide After that catch a drift and commit suicide Xanny and the Percy, I'm a whole different person Even if I'm high as fuck, I'm in the studio working Ball like Julius Erving, fuck with me you hit the curb Curb stomp a nigga before he could say a word Yeah, and that's on my life You lookin' for my son, I'll put that in your wife You run up, that's okay, I got my .45 It's a fifty up in it, shoot his ass forty times I gave my choppa a titty, that bitch busty These niggas talking stupid, they crusty Smoking on the stank shit, musty Real ass nigga shit I must be, huh, yeah Shit I must be Pull up on the scene, that's just me I don't need a team but I got two teams I don't sip green, I just sip red lean Double cup filled up got me stumblin' Flippin' the work up, it's Jesse White tumblin' I got the sack I called a player I ain't fumblin' I shoot his ass then he crawled a car under it I'll blow up, C4's I may just detour, huh Pull up on 'em like ooh Hold on let me catch this bitch Finna' give 'em, uh Back on spittin' the crack, ho Full of shit they call me a asshole Shy? hell no just a little bashful Brick hell yeah, got a little cash flow I spent a hunnid K within a month I spent fifty K on a blunt You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin' lil' boy Big loud, your shit makin' no noise Real nigga, they a bunch of decoys Run up on me then they gettin' destroyed Who the fuck brought in these boys Who the fuck tottin' all these toys .30 and that .40 make 'em act up Kinda like a cha-cha slide he back up Pourin' that in the back of the truck With a bitch that like to act up I still get my dick sucked I don't spit lines, I still got pick up The truck got pick up, your bitch get picked up I still get my dick sucked We and Westwood lit as a bitch I give a shit I'm a hit I hit the bitch then I'm gone I hit that bitch like the lick I tell that bitch suck a dick I tell her swallow my kids I tell her swallow the jizz Hopefully, she get the gist The wordplay is way better than these other niggas I'm so smooth I could prolly fuck your mother nigga After that I may just double back and hit yo babysitter In the paint like Shaquille O'Neal 'cause I babied niggas Shake it up like earthquakes lil' Haiti nigga I'm not on XBOX, nah, you can't play me, nigga 4:44 my gun like JAY-Z Huh, ahuh, this nigga crazy Lookin' at my dad like, "You made me?" Bitch, I made myself, is you crazy?, oof Is you crazy? You couldn't pay me to say that Nigga couldn't pay me Uh, uh-uh, uh I wanna keep goin' on this bitch Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Westwood type shit I remember growin' up watchin' Westwood freestyles Thinkin' I would be here one day I use to hope for it, dream for it, wish for it, pray for it Look what happened on a fuckin' Sunday I pull up on 'em like Makonnen and Drake with the choppa 'Cause the club goin' up on a Tuesday It's 2012 and this Glock when I up it you a Mayan I'ma end yo shit this is doomsday, ooh Yeah, and that's some wordplay and this what I say I keep it three K like my name André, uh, yeah And this some wordplay, and this some wordplay This some, uh, this some, uh, this some, uh, this some Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't wanna feel it if the feelin' is real I'm Matrix when I pop these Xannies, that's a limitless pill I'm dying to live Fuck it I'ma live it again Yo girl gave up the pussy, she gon' give it again And the crib prolly hittin' her friends Gettin' it in, money in my pockets that I'm willin' to spend At the door, knock knock, please lettin' 'em in I ball like a letterman hotter than a sweater then Pull up on the scene choppa on me, the Beretta twin And your head like barrettes make you shake like Tourettes Run up on me leave you left Matter fact intercept, take a sec Breaking bad with this shit, Crystal meth Freestyle off the dome, I don't write, too exciting Told you I'm the man and these hoes really like it My bitch strapped up but no she not dyking Run up, that's okay, you gon' die from the fire .40 on my hip, boy, I don't live a lie Treat you like you Christ, with the shit crucified, huh Yeah, you get crucified I don't fuck with shit so I ain't gettin' scrutinized I'm high as a bitch I'm fly as a bitch You girl, gon' fuck her she goin' bye in the bitch Run up on me, that's okay, 'cause you gon' die in the bitch Click-clack, pow-pow, homicide in the bitch Freestyle off the dome I won't lie in this bitch Fuck a pen and a pencil I won't write in this bitch Feel like the Buddha or something I'm enlightened and shit Feel like I'm lightning or something How I'm strikin' and shit Off the dome when I'm kickin' and spittin' the flows, ho Pull up on the scene freeze it, I call it a snowglobe Matter fact I'm on cold and colder than Ozone Colder than Frozone, Colder than Ozone I freeze up the Ozone Walkin' yo hoes home, my dick in yo hoes dome Fuck is you on I am chillin' in the green like a bunch of croutons Gettin' top from a bad bitch on a Futon I remember days I used to skip school to crack cars And crack bars and went too far off the Xan bars I forgot them days, I still remember 'em My life is so cold, sometimes I December it Then again it switches up to the point where I ember it Hot and these niggas be jealous, see how they envy it Pull up on the scene, my choppa too close to me I guess our relationships intimate I close my eyes so I can lock in Tourist with the Glizzy, I call her the Glock twin Try the judge a nigga, I told 'em they Cochran I won't fuck the bitch but she wanted my cock in I pull up to the scene my head is noddin' Off the lean chillin', I'm Speaker Knockin' Rest in peace man, that shit was horrible, uh Look at that bitch, her ass adorable, uh I just made explorer, I feel like Dora, ho, uh I was on the scene spittin' metaphoricals, uh What I said in that one song A black black, a white bitch, a black bitch That's a Oreo, uh Got the shit sealed like a fuckin' envelope, uh Pull up on the scene with the choppa let it go, uh I'ma hunt 'em down like his ass a antelope, uh Tote cold with the ice it's a eskimo, uh, uh, uh Had to let 'em know, uh Load it up, I let it breathe, I let it go, uh Fucked the bitch, I let it be, I let her go, uh Uh-uh, uh Switch up the beat gang Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Westwood shit Yeah, warmed up and shit Jet lag shit Represent Chicago, yeah, uh Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst This talent is a gift and a fuckin' curse This choppa to take you out the fuckin' Earth 'Specially if you walkin' on my fuckin' turf I feel like Ferg how a nigga put in work R. Kelly with the nina I'ma make it flirt Choppa like a candy make the shit starburst Look up in the sky, do the stars work? I'm thinkin' that I need Percs My mom said that's a damn shame and I need work She say, "Fuck that shit, I need church" I said, "Fuck that shit, the church need work" And that's real I'm happy so it's time to take some mad pills I'm happy so it's time to take some sad pills Fuck a bitch and put her voice up on the adlibs I'ma probably do that .40 on my hip, yeah, I'ma prolly shoot that Bad bitch in my DMs I'ma prolly do that Hit the gang up and let them run through that This is off the top like waves in the durag I'll leave your eye blue black That's just how we do that That's just how we Spazin' on they ass do that shit all day Rock Gucci and Louis but I dont fuck with Balmains Out the park like a muhfuckin' baseball game I'm Barack Obama with it I need all change Shoot him in his face a couple times like a gun range Call of Duty with the uzi, this is not a gun game I run this shit like bolt nigga, no Usain I do thangs nigga, yeah, I do thangs Off the dome when I spit shit This is not a written And these other niggas they be forgettin' That I'm the best to ever fuckin' do this These other niggas lookin' stupid Betrayin' they brothers, like who the fuck is you? Judas? Who the fuck put you to it? Choppa on my hip, I load it and put it through you Catch me listenin' to Green Day havin' a blue day With a bad bitch sippin' on D'USSÉ She'll go both ways, anything for foreplay That's what I say That's what I say, I'm so high of the Percs They lookin' at me sideways I'm goin' 190, the wrong way on the highway Tryna get my life straight Catch me drunk drivin' in the suburban With a nigga, the bomb strapped on his chest and a turban I deserve it, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Julius Erman I meant Julius Erving I keep sippin' the bourbon mix it with the syrup turn to a serpent One things for sure, two things for certain they blow like Kurtis My flow close curtains Your flow ain't workin' So nigga keep on searchin' I'm sure one day you'll find that person Everybody talking Lucid Dreams But most these niggas don't even know Lucid mean Most of these bitches be really fuckin' losin' me Eeny meeny miny moe, these hoes get to choosin' me I remember when I ain't have shit They was treatin' me like I ain't have shit They was treatin' me like I was lower class They was treatin' me like I was a savage Now they in my DMs tryna say "Juice you can have it, come over grab it" I dont wanna have it I let my bro cut it like he fuckin' stabbed it Taboe with the Glizzy how I'm jabbin' How I'm jabbin' Man spendin' money is a bad habit But I ball out with this shit, I'm a Maverick Make 'em disappear like magic Call a plan then I execute like Madden Off a flat in a bad bitch house Tryna get it crackin' from the back end, yeah, hm Yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Fresh off the jet Freestyle and shit Eminem beats, 8 Mile and shit Where I came from the great wild and shit Where you would get shot if you crack smiles and shit All my niggas goin' too hard and shit I'll pull your bitch like a card and shit Heard she for sale I'm bargainin' At the door, I'm barging in Yellow boned like Marge again I spread her out like margarine I just marchin' in Feelin' like a spartan kid See how versatile I can get, uh-huh Okay, I'll say a few words on this Oh... all fall from the... uh... Okay, look High as fuck, drunk as fuck In the back of the car like what the fuck Bad bitch at the crib, high as fuck off the drugs, suck me up I was high, not her, she was sober, tryna get a uppercut Hit 'em in the stomach with the choppa 'til the fuck nigga had enough Freestyle shit that they take years to think up, that's true Pull up on the scene, leave 'em inked up, choppa like a tattoo You ain't know, she ain't know, he ain't know, nigga, I'm that dude Matter fact make you break your back like breakdance, old school Freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group Matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful, hahaha Hell yeah, yeah, bitch, I may use you Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you Flow gold, so cold like diamonds fuck that rose gold .40 on me, it'll sneeze, grab a Kleenex, got a bad cold Pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose I'm the type to pull up on the scene full of shit like a asshole My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold it's so cool These niggas so lame, these niggas so old I'm so new Pull up on the scene just me no guys I'm solo Feel like Kudi 'cause I'm still rockin' the Dolo Box all on my logo, your bitch, she a ho-ho Stick on me, yeah, the stick on and it's super big, no homo Niggas talking that dumb shit hit 'em in his ears, no Dumbo Not in my house with a tumble, left-right, left-right, that's a combo I'ma serve it like cilantro, kill a nigga in his condo Then I fuck his bitch his condo, I hit this OG, let his mom know, huh I am the bomb, ho, I blow up just like a bomb, ho Just let your mom know, Juice he got that Osama flow, yeah I ain't ever gotta write, uh, I'm the shit to these niggas like, "Damn" Do I ever gotta wipe, yuh, pull up on 'em with the gun like, "Damn" That nigga finna die, yeah I'ma overkill, overkill, probably shoot him like three times, yeah, ayy R.I.P. to my fallen ones, I just lost my brother, for real, uh I'm sick of lookin' at the news, I may lose another, for real, yuh Everybody keep on snitchin' on 'em, they ain't undercovers, for real, yuh It's how I catch 'em lackin' sleepin' with each others under covers for real, yuh Man, shit gets real out here Withdrawal's a bitch, I've been takin' too many pills out here Tryna live out here, no Advils, fucked the bitch on my adlibs Said that twice 'cause shit is mad real Man, Westwood throw on some different shit I'm still rappin' on it 'cause I'm showin' the distance between me and these other niggas Like I said, I can fuck your mother nigga Like I said, I can fuck your babysitter Like I said, I'm here to baby niggas, for real Hmm, that was interesting What's that genre called? UK drill, okay, uh It kinda sound like Chicago drill though Sound like some DJ L shit You know DJ L? You heard DJ L? Yeah Uh-uh, yeah Let's see how long I could rap Let's see how long they could act I was just up in the trap I had my gun in my lap I shoot a nigga like crabs I shake up, I don't do dab Run up on me then I run up on him with that chopper he hittin' the lab I add it up I add the bodies up that is the aftermath Up in school he wanna fight, I beat him up after class Then I meet at the next class and beat him up after that I had the last laugh Bombin' like Baghdad, where my dad at? Guess he a bad dad, that was his last chance I am the last man, they killed every one of my niggas I am the last man, this is the last stand, I got the big bands Ayy, I could rap on anything, married to a wedding ring, yuh Need a crown I been the king, yuh, niggas funny, Jerry Spring-yuh I don't got time for it, nuh, I just rock Tom Ford it, yuh Pull up on him, god damn, I'ma up the odd got a nine for it, yuh I feel like a chiropractor when I get it crackin' I'ma crack a spine I'm a fuck a bitch so good, she gon' let me hit it from behind, yuh Matter fact I pull up on you wit' a chopper to yo brain and change your mind, yuh I'm at the top of the top, but it's still more to climb, yuh I change the climate, pull up on him I'm shining Two-tone skeleton A.P on the way rolly diamonds Niggas talkin' down to me, but all this niggas under me Actin' like some pirates, 'cause they tryna rob and plung-e me But I ain't got no time, I just got my 40, and I got your shawty Off of the molly, up in the party, she actin' naughty I tell her sorry I cannot fuck, I wanna play her like an Atari I just may borrow her to go to Paris, coolin' with Bari, yuh Vlone on me, uh, yeah, Revenge on me, yuh, ayy, that's your homie I may kill him fuck your homie, yuh, ayy, that's by my lonely Only wanted me no cloney, I can't fuck her if she not thick, 'cause I really Don't fuck with the boneys Yeah, hm Fuck 12, I don't fuck wit' the police These niggas, fake friends, hatin', thinkin' that they know me I got the force like Obi-Wan, last name Kenobi Course I'm with a white bitch, still catching the nose bleeds Oh, ayy, aight bet That's my shit This beat hard as fuck What that nigga Blocboy say? You come Hell, hahaha From the Chi, from the Chi, look alive I've been working like a damn nine-to-five all my life Put my dick in your wife Double back, hit it twice Run up on me, that's okay, you a pussy, get shot nine times I'm in the cut with a super soaker, run up on me and you know it's over All of my niggas they doin', doin' the work like they doin' homework All of my niggas be whippin' the work Probably selling it at church Run up on me you get murked I'ma put you in a hearse Ayy, ayy, they don't understand I got the upper hand Poppin' like rubber bands I may kill your friend, I may kill your man Then I may just fuck you on this track let's go to Japan I'm up in Tokyo coolin' like Uber, everywhere I may shoot him in broad day, I never care Look alive that shit bright, solar flare Home run, goin', gone, it's outta here, yeah, ayy Me and Westwood smokin' on the Backwood Pre-rolled, filled it good that's a packed wood I may just pop some Perkies, I pray to God they workin' Shit cut too deep surgeon, pull up on the scene I'll murk him Turn to a whole different person, flex on a bitch like Percules Matter fact call me Hercules Same ol' person, fuck on that bitch, she from Taiwana I cannot roll wood, with my marijuana I am not with the DJ, DJ Drama Andre with the cash, cash the commas Look alive, please look alive 'Cause if you look too late fuck it then you may die I'm just coolin' trap house, skate on them niggas, no blackout I ain't with the flirtin' at all, but, bitch, I got the MAC out That shit dead Bernie Mac now Tell them niggas to calm down I feel like Osam now, fuck the shit I'm the bomb now I'm just vibin' on 'em, I'm just high tryna survive tryna- Keep this beat goin', I fuck with this shit Look alive, uh, look alive, uh Jet lag but I still look alive, jet lag but I still look alive I only slept for a hour, that's on the plane But I'm still here, lit as a bitch, these niggas be lame Run up on me then I'm snatching your life, and I'm snatching your chain, probably snatching your main I'm kickin' this shit like, off of the brain Half of these niggas can't do it, half of 'em probably look stupid Run up on me then I do it, I got my hand on my toolie I use that bitch like a toilet, flush on that bitch, I enjoy it I just went on a voyage, yeah, I just went on a voyage These shoes cost your mortgage I— Ayy, I definitely want to drop a remix to this shit, like officially, this beat hard as fuck Ayy, ayy, look, these shoes cost your mortgage and these bitches imported, uh Pull up on the scene I'll torch 'em, ball on them niggas full court Whippin' in the trap no fort, I need a sport I get some head from yo bitch 'cause I swear that bitch is a dork Run up on him with the chopper, I swear I'ma shoot 'em for real I don't show no remorse Nah, I don't show no remorse, shoot 'em in his head of course That's what we aim at, that's what we bang at Niggas switching over money that's where they change at I cannot change over change, bitch, I'm remaining the same I'm screaming fuck all the games, I'll put a shot through your gang I don't give a fuck what you say, I'm getting money all-day Ball till I'm bald think I need a toupee Cross the street, the bitch go both ways Freestyle shit no write, you couldn't pay me to write I got a .40 on my hip like damn, you niggas couldn't pay me to fight Niggas couldn't pay me to die, losin' too many niggas out this time What's Juice WRLD on? That nigga probably out his mind Well, look alive, do or die, free my nigga, he did the time He ain't do the crime, don't believe me, I ain't lyin' I ain't tellin', die, switch up, switch up Okay, let's skate Bad bitch finna come my way Going 90 when I'm on the Highway Can't go high without the high, ayy Every day I wake up, smoke another gram I don't give a fuck nor another damn I'm smokin' the kush from the Hoover Dam I'ma let these bitches know who I am I can make whole songs without messin' up Gotta fess up, I feel like I'm next up Bad lil' bitch in the car named Vanessa She's a flexer and a sexta Yeah, ayy, sext her and finesse her Then it's next, yuh, then it's next, yuh Bow flex from the way this shit work out Choppa leave a nigga shaking like it's twerk out Tyson, I may knock his lights out Like I said shawty strapped, she tryna dyke now Run up on me talkin' shit, you wanna die now Choppa workin' kinda like a 9 to 5 now Switch the flow up Drinking Henny with the lean, until I throw up Almost spent 2k on a bottle of some Henny I don't even drink that heavy, what the fuck gotten in me Totin' on the semi Hardaway when I'm ballin' these niggas comparin' me to penny Spare change? Hell nah, keep the pennies Ballin' hard fuck a jersey need a penny, yeah, ayy Caught a fat nigga lacking he was up at Denny's He don't want smoke but we got plenty I'm on bullshit like Chicago, no Benny, uh I'm in London gettin' it jumpin' Run up on me and I'm uppin' the .40, uh, yeah it ain't nothin' All of my niggas be makin' this money, no assumption I goin' fuck the bank until that horny bitch cummin' Watch a nigga vomit like I said my momma really think that I'm demonic Mom let's be honest, it's money in my pockets I feel like a angel with these devil horns, stop it You don't want no problems like Wayne said cool what's a goon to a goblin What's a God without a goddess, so I need me a goddess Fuck being humble, shit, I'm done being modest Nah, I'm playin', all this shit a blessin' Catch this chopper into yo intestines Mic check, 1-2, testin' Pull up on the scene slam wrestlin' Me and Westwood straight flexin' I just may drop a hundred on a necklace I just may drop a hundred on my next bitch Flexin' on the ex bitch, uh, I do that in private My gun a librarian that bitch came with a silencer Yes, I'm for the violence, I still want peace though Yes I got a girlfriend these niggas do hoes Pull up on the scene like kick shit like Judo I'm the type— That beat hard, I ain't never really listen to instrumentals, like you know like the instrumentals of the songs and shit? These bitches be hard Plug Walk You know you ain't the plug, so how you make the plug walk, uh Boy, yo' plug ain't the plug of he tell you that the plug walk, uh Fuck the cookies, I been smokin' on the kush Luke Skywalker, yeah 2 grams to the face it'll make a nigga sky walk Lean like a bitch, choppa on my hip I gotta beam in that bitch Heat you up and your team in that bitch, things ain't really what they seem in that bitch Me and Bibby gettin' busy in like every beat, I'm like Miami when I'm on the scene I always keep the heat Niggas must be virgins thinkin' they can fuck with me, wits about me luckily it's on me luckily .40 on me like Velcro it's stuck to me, keep it on my hip, holst it up comfortably Freestyle flows, they some wannabes Back in yo' bitch with the swiftness Taylor with the shit feel like swift, bitch Pull up on the scene rockin' misfits Ever since a kid I was a misfit Still did my damn thing, never gave a fuck Niggas talkin' stupid till I pull up make 'em duck Choppa kinda hungry, better heat him up for lunch Better heat him up for lunch I'ma let it breath like a asthma attack Come and step to me if you gon' battle the rap I was on the scene with my Mac, yeah, my Mac Shoot 'em in his chest now he asthma attack Cardiac arrest like he MJ, R.I.P. he was the greatest what can I say Ballin' on these niggas like MJ, you like an old play but you been played Outdated, all these niggas belated, belated, outdated, all these niggas belated Look, came in the game flexin' like I've been famous Damn, right like I been famous .40 on me got to shooting, bitch, I been aimin' Niggas false claimin' shit bitch I been bangin' Try me if you wanna, you don't want no smoke but I want it You don't want no smoke don't condone it Pull up on the scene of my opponents Spazz on they ass, run it like track Shit so cold, run that shit back Got so much drive if I crash this shit, muhfucka, muhfuckas, may just catch whiplash Me and Westwood in the 'Rari where you at we shootin' up the party Bad bitch and she rollin' off the Molly Dreads on my head feel gnarly OG in the blunt Bob Marley Dej Loaf with the shit don't try me .40 stick a nigga in his face, no IV Smoke a nigga like a blunt no eye ring Flow go so cray Shout out to them Pirus, flow go so bray Pull up to the scene with my hand on my K Shoot a nigga in his face, fuck you have a nice day I just may hit the ice tray I just may hit up go that way I'ma roll-off on the Segway I'm takin' off these niggas on a drag race Niggas auto-tuning like they T-Pain Niggas workin' out they outta shape Fuckin' with me cool you gon die today Hell yeah, I'm gripping on my fire today Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her I fucked that bitch now I'm hitting her sister Run up on me you get spin like a twister Told you before I don't fuck with these niggas I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger I'ma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger I tell her, "Go figure" She suck through the tommy's, I'm talkin' Hilfiger Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger That bitch a gun Run up on me, I got heat like the sun Count up to two 'cause I am not the one, uh Better locked up, Akon All my other niggas they gone R.I.P. to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh That's just how it is I'm in the bank, makin' it flip, talkin' that shit I hit yo bitch just like a lick I'm with the shits, I pass the 'Roc Ain't no assist, bitch on my cock Run up on me then you get shot I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin' it Pac, yuh I'm in the cut with the nina I'm wettin' it up like this shit Aquafina You run up on me then I'm servin' 'em bullets like tennis balls Nigga ain't talkin' Serena All of my niggas get money for real I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas I take yo' bitch, fuck her Send to the cleaners Run up on me then I'm killin' I swear that my hand on my nina Don't want no smoke All of these niggas ain't nothin' but jokes Run up on me like a.. like a Facebook post, lil' nigga, you poked, uh I'm a rich nigga, you broke, uh Must be a pimp, you a ho, yah Run up on me, let's go Baow, baow, baow, choppa on go (Wheezy outta here) Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm finna catch myself, yeah, uh Breathe in and out, I had to catch my breath Now I'ma spaz on they ass I leave 'em leakin' on maxi pads Hotter than a nigga in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab Run up on a nigga, that chopper blast Told you I cannot do battle rap Fuck ass tryna battle, that shit kill Shaquille, rim rattle that Niggas, they snitch, they tattle that Send that shit back, damn You must be dope, bitch, I'm crack, yuh Damn, a couple of grams, to be exact, yuh Shit I'm young, rich and black, yeah, yeah So you know they hatin' that I'm finna spaz on they ass and you know it You run up on me then I'm shootin', it's over I got a way with words, they call me a poet, damn Run up on me then I'm soaking That .40 on me and you know that it's blowin', you know that I’m towin' Your bitches are hoeing, you know that shit goin', uh I met that bitch on the lowin' I picked up on a high route, we smokin', huh Hotbox in the new whip with a new bitch I don't even know her name, yah Run up on me, that's okay Got a AK on me, it's at your brain, yah I put my dick in your main, yah I just may go snatchin' chains, yah Bring it back I sold that shit to the gang I sold that shit to the gang Run up I may snatch yo chain I sold that shit to the gang Can't you niggas see the difference Every day I'm on a different shit I'm just tryna keep my distance, yuh I'm just tryna keep my distance, yuh Fuck niggas can't get with it Transform like I'm Witwicky In the new car, boy, I'm quick with it With a white bitch and she still sniffin' From the shit I bought her last night Jet lagged from the last flight Scuffed up the pair of black Mikes That I bought when I was up in L.A., huh Switch it up, kinda like a sex change huh .40 on my hip like a gun range, uh Pull up on a nigga like okay, huh Man down, bitch, no mayday, uh Westwood, I think I could rap forever I think I could rap forever No matter where I'm at No matter the continent I could probably rap wherever I could spit whatever, ahh Probably take a bitch wherever, ahh They said them plays for the kid They said to pick whenever I'ma go in one more time I drop that bitch like a dime She fall in love with the words Then she fall in love with the lines Yeah, there's a difference Yeah, there's a diff— Fuck it, I'm just tryna catch a vibe Oh I always f— like forget how the beginning of this song sound Uh-huh, yeah Uh Uh, this one for the legend, uh I feel like a king, and these other niggas peasants, uh We should take another nigga loss as a lesson, uh Hopefully, I'm finna meet these niggas up in heaven, uh I feel like I'm lost in my mind sometimes, uh I feel like I'm dropped like a dime sometimes, uh I'm just trying to find out what's mine sometimes, uh I'm just trying to find out what's mine sometimes, uh, ayy I get lost in the sauce way too often Uh, bought my soul back like I fuckin' sold it Uh, ayy, huh, this shit cold, this shit scolding Yuh, ayy, I wonder what happens when my life over Sometimes I think it's coming up I think they runnin' up So yes, I'ma keep my .40 tucked I cannot go out, I cannot go out I will not go out, I gotta show out I ball too hard on these niggas, it's a blowout Yeah, it's a blowout Uh, yeah, ayy Suicide if you try to take my drugs Suicide if you try to take my drugs Suicide if you try to take my drugs Homicide, baby, would you hold my gun? Suicide if you try to take my drugs Live a lie, look at all the shit you've done, uh Suicide if you try to take my drugs Homicide, go on and hold my gun Specify, all the lies you've told Look at me, what am I on? Percy, Molly, Xanny, all that shit, in one mix I'm so high that I cannot remember to forget Matter of fact, let's just take a sec Rest in peace to the niggas that left Rest in peace to the niggas that left And praise all the niggas that's left I feel like I'm up in my prime But who am I gon' share my prime with? Who am I gon' share my time with? Sometimes it's just perfect timing Singing like I'm CeCe Winans Damn, this shit's unwinding Yuh, yeah, yeah, ayy Suicide if you try to take my drugs Homicide if you try to rob my plug, ayy Homicide if you try to take my gun I'ma hit a lick like I smack that tongue, yeah Suicide if you try to take my drugs Homicide if you try to rob my plug Homicide if I'm reaching for my gun I'm not the one, I'm not the one, ayy R-I-P I'm sad, I know, yeah I'm sad, I know, yeah I'm not the one, yeah I'm not the one, yeah Shit Uh, it's been a long time comin' But I'm still here Everybody talking 'bout they numb or something, wait Can you feel here All this fake shit around me is this some real here All this sober shit around me is there some pills here For real, I need to know I need to know My mama tell me that I need to let 'em go She say the syrup in these pills finna kill me But sometimes I think it brings out the real me Sometimes I think it brings out the concealed me Sometimes I think it exposes and reveals me So what happens when the real meets the real What happens when Juice meets the pills Uh-uh-uh, yeah Westwood shit I'm up in London Gettin' it bussin' Ain't no discussion, run up on me then I'm drummin' My choppa sick or something Like it was drunk I up it it'd start to vomit, ooh That's a bar Lookin' at my watch like that's a star, huh Lookin' at my spaceship like that's a car, huh Lookin' at my pills, them Xanny bars, nah In 2016 I was poppin' them Xannies Now I'm in Percies Lastin' forever in panties Run up on me goin' harder than granite Sit down muhfucker 'cause I know you can't stand it Outlandish, I'm gorilla in the mesh You just a Kung Fu Panda I ain't sippin' clean nothin', this some dirty Fanta With a bitch on my lap like my first name Santa You get jacked like a pumpkin, no O'Lantern, uh VVS on my ring like the Green Lantern you gon' kiss it like a Mafia king I'm a boss, that's a Mafia thing Yeah, I did it Mom, I made it From goin' to physics class, to Tourin' the world, shittin' on everybody, the world is my potty I'm shitting on every posse And I don't even got a team like that I aim with my eye, I don't need a beam like that Run up on me, choppa make you sing like that Make you march like Martin Luther King, in fact I'm blacked, and excellent I'm shittin' on these niggas, this is a excrement I rapped on another beat that's some extra shit You niggas gon' have to deal with the mess of it I thought I told yo ass not to mess wit' it I see this shit before I say it, telepathy It's like I talk to my conscious, I say what it's tellin' me Anything besides money, eh, it's kinda irrelevant I can't focus without codeine, my medicine I sip it until I'm slurrin' and spittin' impediments I'm ballin' to the point where I think I need a Letterman Westwood at the gates of London, he just had to let 'em in I'm here, spazzin' on every single track he pass You run up, I leave you leakin' on a maxi pad I'm ballin', hard, these other niggas on the bench I swear, they need to stay where they at Nigga, I'm takin' over the world, a map for a map I'm off of a ecstasy pill, that's a flat for a flat I'm up to bat, throw a fastball, it's a hit I hit a lick, then I hit a hit on yo' bitch, I don't miss Listen, I heard yo' bitch on my hit list, I hit that bitch, then I'm dippin' You run up on me, I'm shootin', that choppa on me is spittin' My wordplay is amazing, my flow is so brazy, huh I'm shakin' shit up like I said, no Haiti This is freestyle shit, it's authentic My flow, it burns niggas careers is arsenic, uh My flow badder than bad women I rock shows like Kravitz and John Lennon Yo sins ain't forgivin' I'm the rap God, call me Juice Allah Did I take it too far? Did I take two bars, to get on Mars? To more like Dubai, hold on I got a little tongue twisted, but I'm still gifted Still spittin', still rippin' writtens This premonition is really killin' it And these niggas ain't shit But Civics, me I'm Bentley Get it, bitch Don't you forget it The shit that you talking, I really lived it, uh I sold my soul then bought it back, I finessed 'em, uh You run up on me, choppa holy it'll bless 'em, uh He talking stupid 'til they shoot him, that's my weapon, uh I got a couple of bars I could spit Maybe I'll just use 'em in this shit Or maybe I'll just use 'em in a skit My first guess, they wanted shit My next project, it's gon' be harder My arm in the rim, really, I feel like Vince Carter I'm at yo head nigga, I feel like a barber You on the bench nigga, and I am a starter I die for my shit nigga, feel like I'm a martyr My shit's off the charts You run up, that's okay, you catch a hole to your heart I put that on my life, and that shit come from the heart I'm freestyling on live, that's how it is Yo bitch swallow the kids She up in my crib, I'm tellin' you how it is Man, this rap shit serious like XM, huh I ex them, huh I fuck the bitch that he's next to, uh She hangin' out, fuck her curfew, uh You my son, lil' nigga, I birthed you But I shine, like the pair of them church shoes I ain't been to church in a long time, 'cause they all lies All the legends, where they at? They all die Well, I don't wanna be a legend up in my prime But, I know it's still prime time Stars, how I shine When they align with the planet, you know some shit is goin' on I transform like Omegatron when my favorite song is on Fuckin' that bitch like the Ramadan Man, I spit shit So cool I breakdance shit like the old school I'm never runnin' out of energy, I'm a suspect grippin' this firearm in your vicinity Try me if you want, 'cause I swear it's not gon' end cool I'ma prolly pull up to your cruel like, "Where the fuck is you?" Cock it back and then I shoot W-W-W, I can't lose Ayy, I flew from London to Chicago Money in my pockets, I may get a Murciélago That's all that I know Shout out to my kinfolk, they know I'm totin' ammo In the streets they call me Rambo, ain't no peace where I'm from But these pieces, we tote 'em, you run up on me it's over Like a cig, we gon' smoke 'em I put yo ass in a coma Smokin' kush, this aroma, leave yo ass in a coma Ballin' out like I'm Odom before the crack, don't you get it? Spittin' crack on these niggas, define niggas like physics Shut the fuck up and listen, I'm ballin' hard like a Piston Nigga this shit's enlisted just like a army, lil' nigga I swear to god I'm invincible you can't harm me lil' nigga, yeah I'm talkin' to you I sent you my address a couple weeks ago, you ain't come through 'Cause you know we was gon' leave yo ass dropped like a sunroof on a new coupe Haha, I talk a lotta shit But it all means something He pullin' out hella beats, cool This shit sound hard, there's some soul to this shit Shit, bat Your bitch miss me like the old Kanye That's what she say It's not what I say That's what she say I'm early to the money I can never be late Always good I always been great These niggas ain't straight, they always been gay No offense, no offense Please don't proceed to hop up on my dick Haha, man Listen how the flow go Outer space I'm ballin' like I'm shootin' up on Pluto Talkin' stupid to me 'til I pull up let the tool blow Emperor new school, call me Juice Kuzco Known to flip this shit and kick it like I'm knowing Judo That's just how it goes though If I touch the world I told you that shit is a snow globe That's just how my flow is Living in the moment Your bitch swallow my kids I can say that in a million different ways I can break it down, a million different phrases Look at all my songs on the playlist It's evident that I'm your bitches favorite I ain't even have to say it I ain't even have to say it They just left my blood on the pavement Now I gotta come back gotta slay 'em Nigga what the fuck you thought you was saying? Run up on me, that's okay, I AK 'em I could freestyle shit for hours Your bitch super wet, fresh out the shower I fly in that bitch like superpowers You goofier than a bitch, lil' Austin Powers Man, but I'm still feelin' groovy I fuck your bitch in the back of the movies I'm in the cut and I'm totin' a uzi It got a clip, shoot a movie like Clooney You gotta problem nigga you can come and suit me She Paul Wall 'cause she wanna chop and screw me Huh, she wanna chop and screw me I'm like a book to her, she gon' renew me Uh, look, I spent your allowance, on, a pair of shoes Uh, I spent your mortgage, on a pair, of cars Yeah, two matching Lambos Up in Toronto, gon' let your mom know I got that bomb flow, I'll fuck your mom, ho I feel like, uh, feel like Osama I don't really know where to start I got a heavy heart Choppa on me, I'ma shoot it tear his ass apart And that's just what it is Freestyling on Westwood, you know that we get it in I ain't come here with no shit written, nah I ain't come here with no shit written, nah So I'm off the dome, jet lag kicking Doin' the best that I can for my niggas, yeah Ayy, Westwood, we should go shoppin' I got about twenty thousand dollars in my pocket I'm tryna buy Balenciagas, no posits Buy it all, no deposits If I need more cash, let's hit Chase then make a withdrawal You know I got it Interscope got me livin' a lil' proper I'm hoping that I prosper My gun is finna sing, that's an Opera These niggas acting, I think they need a Oscar Therapy or something, what's they problem? I'm sick of being modest I'm like Future at the end of the day, I'm just being honest Man, I rapped on like seventy beats Niggas gon' go back and listen to me Bitches prolly gon' get wet, damn near pissin' to me On twitter, mentioning me wishing they were with me Some niggas against me, some niggas don't get me Some niggas won't hit me But that's cool, 'cause I'm cool Yeah, I'm bool, fuck what you do I pull up with that chopper, stick his ass like voodoo I'm the shit up on the niggas like a bunch of doodoo, haha Man, man Let's go buy some cars or something I know you got it, you a legend Where your Tesla at, nigga, I know you got it

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Forever

Forever by Juice WRLD

74 ContributorsForever Lyrics Yeah I want us forever I want you forever, I want this forever (DRMZ, you a fool for this one) I love you, listen (Forever in my mind, only you) (The pieces in my life, go away with you) I really care for you (Forever in my mind, only you) I really do (The pieces in my life) Listen (Go away with you) (Forever in my mind) Forever, forever She stay on my mind like forever, forever (Forever, forever) For worse or for better I'm willing to fight for her heart, it's a pleasure (I really am) Hope she get the message I swear she a angel, that's word back to Heaven (That's word to God) Man, fuck all the stressing and fighting I want you forever, forever (I want you forever) I'm writing these verses Rehearse it, record it and play it at your request (And play it at your request) I feel like it's us two forever But I think that we just don't know it yet (Don't think that we know it yet) I swear life is a bitch I'ma toss it a bone, 'cause I feel like it's playing fetch (I feel like it's playing fetch) You keepin' my heart or you tossin' it Baby, I know I hate playing catch (You know I hate playing catch) Forever, forever Say that no matter no weather (Right) Heart getting colder than winter But I say no matter the weather, and don't you forget it (Right) I look at love and then have all these questions (Right) I look at you and then get all these answers (Right) Fuck all these hoes, can you please mind my manners? (Right) Monkey around, 'cause you drive me bananas (Right) You put the nails to my hammer Without you, I'm deadly, like cancer, think of your answer I feel like it's us and the planet, and, baby, I'm not being antsy I'm just hoping you understand me Look what you do to me, this is so crazy (Yeah) I'm happy to call you my lady (Yeah) I'm happy to say we together And I hope this shit last forever, forever, yeah You might also like Forever in my mind, only you The pieces in my life, go away with you (Yeah) Forever in my mind, only you I love you The pieces in my life, go away with you I hope you feelin' this as much as I am Forever in my mind, only you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) The pieces in my life, go away with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Forever in my mind, only you It's really crazy how I feel about you The pieces in my life, go away with you This one finna' get personal though, check I'm losin' my mind I'm losin' my mind, you drivin' me crazy (I'm goin' insane) The shit we got into The shit that we been through, shit, life is amazing (I swear, life is amazing) I'm not going nowhere You not going nowhere, so baby, just face it You're perfectly perfect for me Baby, I'm able to actually give you this label, my queen Girl, you deserve it We been through our bullshit, but girl, it was worth it I found Mrs. Right, I can't do no more searchin' Fuck all the clownin', shit, this not a circus I love for a reason, I love for a purpose Wasn't an accident, this is on purpose Put that on God, I can't do no more merchin' (No) Don't turn your back, I can't take no more hurtin' (No) Baby, I swear your love get me the highest I look down below, and I think that I'm flying (Yeah) But really I'm falling, falling in love with you (Yeah) Girl, it's because of you, girl, you the finest (Yeah) Searching for love, and you just helped me find it (Yeah) Let's leave the bullshit and garbage behind us (Yeah) Fuck the mistakes, let's not let them remind us 'Cause we at the top, and let's do some more climbing Girl, at this point, I'm pretty sure now you know just what you do to me This shit that's new to me, girl Finding my way through this jungle of life, and it's foolery So just get used to me, girl I'm new to relationships, usually, girls be abusing me They just be using me, girl This got me thinking forever, no matter, no weather That it's gon' be you and me, girl (Yeah) Forever in my mind, only you Yeah The pieces in my life, go away with you Yeah Forever in my mind, only you Yeah, yeah The pieces in my life, go away with you And that's how I feel, for real Forever in my mind, only you The pieces in my life, go away with you I love you Forever in my mind, only you The pieces in my life, go away with you I love you Forever in my mind

Juice WRLD

Hurt Me

Hurt Me by Juice WRLD

83 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolTürkçeРусскийItalianoFrançaisNederlandsHurt Me Lyrics Enviyon on the mix Turned to a whole different person, drive my whip Crash my whip, off the drugs, I'm swervin' Sticks and stones may break my bones But the drugs won't hurt me, the drugs won't hurt me Ex-girlfriend keeps calling my phone But the bitch can't hurt me, so I'm not worried All alone, did it on my own So I show no mercy, I show no mercy With my bros, but I got my pole screaming "Please don't urge me, please don't urge me", yuh Screaming, "Please don't urge me" And fuck these hoes, all they do is irk me I smoke my dope and I pop my perky And lock my phone 'cause these hoes be lurking, yuh Yeah, these hoes be lurking A bad lil' bitch with her hips so curvy I drive my whip, off the drugs, I'm swervin' She ride my dick, off the drugs, she swervin', woah You might also like Turned to a whole different person, drive my whip Crash my whip, off the drugs, I'm swervin' Sticks and stones may break my bones But the drugs won't hurt me, the drugs won't hurt me Ex-girlfriend keeps calling my phone But the bitch can't hurt me, so I'm not worried All alone, did it on my own So I show no mercy, I show no mercy With my bros, but I got my pole screaming "Please don't urge me, please don't urge me", yuh (Yuh) Turned to a whole different person, drive my whip Crash my whip, off the drugs, I'm swervin'

Juice WRLD

The Light

The Light by Juice WRLD

Forever is a long, long time from tonight (Oh-ooh) When it's dark outside, you're always the light (Oh, yeah) This heart of mine was once cold as the ice (Oh-oh), oh-oh The more I try, the more I open my mind For you to find the demons hidin' deep inside I owe fines, the devil say I owe him for life But I could feel it, I got God on my side Remember when He sent you to me that night I had to cuff you up like a cop on a heist Cupid is the judge, so I must testify I won't move or budge, I'll stand by you for life All my life, when you die is when I die I sometimes wonder why We argue and fight And quickly make things right It's probably 'cause we gotta grow more over time Wouldn't be real love without rough nights Can't feel these drugs, but I feel your eyes When you look at mine, things feel alright (Oh-oh) When it's dark outside, you're always the light (Oh, yeah) This heart of mine was once cold as the ice (Oh-oh), oh-oh The more I try, the more I open my mind For you to find the demons hidin' deep inside You might also like Been through it, I don't really wanna get into it Throwin' out your heart to break mine, so I won't do it Also, baby, you're my lifeline, you're a influence All the times you was mad, I was over under the influence I feel sorry for the people that don't get it It's really rare that you feel the real love feelin' Some people get hurt and never love again Some people get hurt and give the drugs a binge Some people get dressed and go and hit the club to mend There's no love in one-night stands, but you can play pretend And me, I may admit it All of these hoes, one thing that's pretentious And if I know one thing, then I know this It's us forever, worse or better, no discussion, that's how I'm comin' (Oh-oh) When it's dark outside, you're always the light (Oh, yeah) This heart of mine was once cold as the ice (Oh-oh), oh-oh The more I try, the more I open my mind For you to find the demons hidin' deep inside (808 Mafia)

Juice WRLD

Juice WRLD Hour Freestyle of Fire Over Eminem Beats

Juice WRLD Hour Freestyle of Fire Over Eminem Beats by Juice WRLD

86 ContributorsJuice WRLD Hour Freestyle of Fire Over Eminem Beats Lyrics Yo, it's TimWestwoodTV, up at Capital Xtra Got my man Juice WRLD in the building It's time to shut down the city again Last freestyle: epic, crazy numbers, biggest freestyle of the year We're about to go in This time, nothing but Eminem beats Understand what's about to go down: The next hour, the world is yours, let's do it It's live? Already? Cool, uh-huh I'm back on Westwood, bitch Huh Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing Married to the game, I'ma need a ring Run up on me, that chopper sing Brand new bitch, that's a brand new ting Broke up with my bitch, now she my side bitch Text me on my side-kick, huh, yeah She gon' keep the strap in her purse like a dyke bitch Run up, she fire shit, uh, yeah Nigga, just lose it, niggas be faker than optical illusions Run up on me, that chopper skip to conclusions I don't give a fuck with your bitch, I'ma do her Paul Wall with her, I'ma chop her and screw her, uh Brand new money Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny I don't walk it, I run it, keep it one hundred Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer, Goddamn Just lose it, uh Make love then make music, uh Run up, chopper do 'em Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It," uh Off of the top, I be kickin' it Hop on my dick like a frog, you be ribbitin', uh Look at the way I be rippin' it, drillin' 'em Like I be full of adrenaline, uh Sick of the Percs, I'ma put them down, huh Run up on me, that chopper marry your ass like you got a gown on Guess you a pussy now, huh? Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, guess you a pussy now, uh Keep this beat goin', mhm I'ma spazz for a second I'ma get up on they ass for a second Chopper on me, it's gon' blast for a second I'ma shoot him in his ass, I'm reckless Do it big like football, Texas I'ma ball out like the Texans Bitches pay me like taxes On the mattress, hittin' backflips Ride me, carpet, Aladdin Outerspace, boolin' on Saturn Give a fuck what you say, I don't really care about nothin' but the money I manage Hoes on me, they wanna fuck too, though Outerspace, I been poolin' on Pluto Bad bitch, huh Hot like a motherfucker hit the bitch up in June, woah, ayy, ayy Summertime sadness Off the Xan', tryna figure out what's up though Bad bitch, uh, tryna fuck though Keep it on the low, I don't wanna know, ho VVS on my wrist, no snowglobe Incredibles, feelin' like Frozone I'ma probably put dick in your ho dome, uh-huh, uh-huh In your ho's home, uh-huh, uh-huh I been rappin' all day, that's normal though I'm an alien, goddamn, an abnormal ho Pull up on 'em, chopper make it rainstormin', ho Hot like a motherfuckin' global warmin', ho Then again, I'm colder than a freezer Fuck your bitch, I'll leave her Dragon Ball, Frieza Pull up on the scene, my chopper got a fever Hand on my heater, kick it like FIFA, uh, yeah Hot like a Cheeto, fast like a cheetah Run up, I get 'em, uh, yeah Choppa like Jesse White the way I up the bitch and it flip 'em, uh, yeah Spazz on they ass all day though I was in the cut killin' people like Tadoe World in my hands, I'ma treat it like Play-Doh I'm full of shit, I'm a rich ass a-hole, huh Yeah, just lose it, uh-huh, uh-huh-huh, just lose it Bad bitch, look, the fuck are you doing? If you ain't gettin' naked then I'm not gon' screw it, uh-huh, uh Just lose it Don't make love, make music Huh, just lose it, uh Don't make love, make music, huh Pill pop, molly in the party Bad bitch wanna fuck, I got off the Bacardi Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em, chopper crackin' like Pilates I ain't ever give a fuck, motherfucker, catch a body I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma Smoking on pack, you can smell the aroma Young ass nigga but they think that I'm older Hachoo, bless you, my flow too colder World on my shoulders, feel like a boulder Run up on me, I told you that it's over Chopper get to doin' motherfuckers like it's homework Clip stickin' out like a motherfuckin' boner This is my flow, it's not a motherfucking loaner Only one of me, ain't no motherfucking cloners Ballin' on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian Knock 'em out, lil' nigga, like Adrien Broner, uh Look at the way that I ball on these hoes In the back of the club, mm, mm I got blue faces up in my pockets, I'm not throwin' no dubs, mhm Heart out my chest, I put that in the grave I ain't showin' no love, mhm I am not talkin' 'bout snails, shoot like Tony Snell with slugs, mhm Yeah, spazz, I'ma spazz on they ass Uh, leave a nigga in the past Uh, do it for the quick cash Uh, it's a big ass gun Mm, so you better get back Mm, your boyfriend broke, baby, I don't think you could fix that Uh, haha, yeah Old broke-ass nigga Hit the bitch from the back, that's a no ask, nigga Huh, already know, ass-nigga Run up on me, chopper on me, I'ma blow, ass-nigga Walk around like I don't even know that nigga Boppin' on the bitch like Kodak, nigga Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga Haha, hahahaha Bro, I said, "Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga," boy That mean I got cheat codes Guns sing like the leader of the Glee show BAPE on the cape, no, I'm not a hero VVS cold, no subzero Gettin' money like Robert De Niro Fuck with me, you get jacked like Sparrow I'll put you out your sorrow You won't live to see tomorrow Shootin' your Monte Carlo up My shoes, they cost your car note I am not tryna brag, but you know I got the quatros The pesos, anana, nn-nana, hahaha Uh-huh, uh-huh You might also like 999, 999, uh 999, uh, uh-huh Uh, uh-huh-nuh-nuh We on the Eminem wave today Last time I was here, I rapped for an hour A fucking hour Uh, ain't no competition, I'm not worried .30 on me, Stephen Curry Sippin' dirty with a bitch that give me head just like she nerdy I been shootin', Larry Birdy In that bitch like a surgeon Put my dick in her throat, she get to regurgitatin', uh, hahaha Ignorant, yes, that's me, uh Catch a nigga like a taxi Usain Bolt, run this shit just like a track meet, uh Flexin' up on 'em like an athlete, mm Fuck nigga, you cannot surpass me, uh That's your bitch, well why is Juice WRLD tatted all over her ass cheek, ya dig? Ha Ooh, yeah, that's what— Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My name is I said hi, my name is gun, I'm aiming These niggas are ass, anus .40 aimin', leave 'em brainless Tote my stainless, fuck is you sayin'? I'ma dye my hair blonde, Super Saiyan Ruthless with this gun, shoot it, slayin' Sprayin', leave 'em on the pavement Jackie Chan kush, bitch, I'm feeling like an Asian Asian persuasion Run up, then I'm blazing In this fucking Bathing Ape blazer, amazing I'm up in that new thang Feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne Kickin' shit like Liu Kang Sicker than some flu game Jordan on me, flu game, nigga Sixty points on 'em on that flu game, nigga Look at the way that I do thangs I'm with my clan like Wu-Tang, every day we hustling Want a Lamborghini, remember dreamin' about a Mustang Now I'm 'bout my next thang Now I'm 'bout my next thang Blue face in my pocket, I ain't worried 'bout no chump change I can hit your block and then I turn it to a gun range Call of Duty closet, boy, that shit look like a gun game I just had to dread my hair because I couldn't maintain Now a nigga wildin', feeling like a rasta Choppa like guitar, get to strummin' like a rockstar I'm sipping lean out the cup, I'm such a Wockstar I put this .40 to your head and then I pop it I'm so violent, chopper with a silence Optimus Primin' Transform on your ho to fuck her for perfect timing Rollie change colors like the climate Diamonds on my neck, best believe them bitches shining I left my chains at the hotel, I hate jewelry I wear it just so I can participate in the foolery You got a problem with me? I'ma pull up with this chopper I'll shoot you and your father, put an end to your eulogy, uh Clip hold a hundred, kinda like a centipede Twenty-one left in that Glock, I'll shoot it out the century I'm schooling niggas like it's fucking Elementary Prolly fucking these bitches and fucking 'em up mentally Now, that's just me Westwood, you know we gettin' cash, right? Bad bitch, she gon' shake her ass, right? I'm like, "Damn baby, where you from? What's your name? You familiar, did I meet you in a past life?" I can give you all this money if you act right I'ma throw you all this money if you act right I'ma throw you all this money if you act right, uh I'ma throw you all this money if you act right Then again I ain't paying for pussy, you rookie Chopper on my hip and it's shootin', mm, mm Ho, chopper on my hip and it's bad like Meagan Good Bad little bitch, she gon' give me all of her cookies Bad little bitch and she thick, looking like Snooki Got a problem with me, I'ma shoot it like a movie, uh That's just how it is I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I've never been a Wiz This is grown man shit, this is not for little kids Even though I'm going hard like a nigga Little Bill Got the molly in drink, I'ma crack a seal Run up on me, you get popped like I'm popping all the pills Spazzin' on every track, I battlerap Anyone that's gon' battlerap, come battle that I feel like Shaquille O'Neal when I shoot Chopper gon' break the glass, ratatat I don't got time for snakes, no time for rats I'm smoking pack, I'm selling crack, bring it back Run up on me, cool, that chopper on me get you clapped Matter of fact, I don't know how to act I'm a real-ass nigga, drill-ass nigga Go-and-pop-a-pill-ass nigga, real-ass nigga Fuck how you feel, lil' nigga, I'm real, lil' nigga I'm sick, I'm ill, lil' nigga, for real, lil' nigga, uh Freestyle off the dome, kickin' it for real In the cut totin' my steel like Keel If you don't kill the motherfucker, fuck it, I will You better start writing your will, for real I'm real Juice, yes, I'm the real Juice You can get juiced up, you fuckin' with me, uh Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up? Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up? Someone bring all the real Xans out This fentanyl shit got me layin' on the couch Like, what the fuck is all these fake pills about? What the fuck is all these fake thrills about? R.I.P. to X, R.I.P. to Peep R.I.P. to Mac, R.I.P. the beats R.I.P. to anybody that want beef R.I.P. to anybody that want beef R.I.P. to all the niggas died in the street R.I.P. to all the niggas died, rest in peace Only thing I can't say is R.I.P. me 'Cause I'ma live forever, I put that on my life, B, uh Flow go crazy For niggas that's boolin' red, my flow go brazy Shake like Haiti Choppa on me, give your ass a plate I don't give a fuck, I may just fuck your bitch today Young nigga and I'm feelin' rich today Scratch him off, lil' lotto, no quick pick today Burn a nigga like Jamaicans and incense today Been the realest nigga since an infant, okay, uh On these Eminem beats, I'm a beast From the west to the east, I'm a freak in the sheets Got your bitch and she got a real badass physique I'ma fuck her one time while you beatin' your meat Haha, hahaha Spazzin' on this Westwood shit, though Uh Nicotine is cancerous, kinda like my flow My gun is a thotty, kinda like your ho Pull up on the scene, chopper on me, woah I get more head than some fuckin' frontal lobe Gotta let you know she gon' dance, Gigolo I'm a nigga, Jigaboo With some money, with some dough Ballin' on these hoes like a motherfucking pro Run up on me, chopper on me and it's down to blow Spazzin' on they ass like every track that Westwood put on Look at all my niggas, how I'm finna put on R.I.P. to all my niggas that is gone Promise you that I'ma let your name live on Tatted on my face? Nah Tatted on my neck? Yeah Tatted on my chest? Nah Tatted on my wrist? Yeah Triple 9 like wrist slit I could fuck a rich bitch I feel like a rich bitch, probably 'cause I'm rich, bitch I feel like I'm Rick James Run up on me, chopper hit your ass like, "Okay" Black bullets hit your fuckin' body like Luke Cage, huh It's a motherfuckin' outrage, nigga These niggas make me mad thinking they can compete I swear to God, they flow ain't nothin' to me But Juice WRLD 999, he's something to see It's so hard when he rap that it's make-believe "He can't be freestylin' that shit for real, he be writing it" Nah, this off the dome, I do it to be excitin' I feel like a Buddha or somethin', my flow is enlightening But I'm not with that folly shit Pop it like an ollie, bitch I was off the molly in a party with a bitch that's acting faker than a Barbie, kid Run up, you get grilled just like a Que, ain't talking barbe', kid I'm the type to top-, oof, hold on watch this Chopper on my side, it's 'bout the size of a hockey Shit, I shoot it in your brain and see your thoughts, psychologist I been goin' harder than the hardest Put my arm up in the rim, I feel like Vince, I feel like Carter I been ballin' like a starter Put my dick inside your daughter Matter of fact, bitch, I'm your father Niggas thinkin' that they gettin' it, but I'm tellin' 'em, "Why bother?" Make him disappear like Potter I swear to God I was whippin' all this crack up in this pot I'm making music for the problems Yeah, I'm making music for the problems, yeah I'm known to make hits, take bitches and take pills I make thrills, chase thrills and make mills I eat meals and chill out with my bro Chris Mills, we pop willy like Meek Mills I'm in the cut gettin' head from a bitch After that she could be dead, I wouldn't give a fuck She get on her knees and it's ironic that she get on her knees so Juice WRLD could live it up That bitch said that she ready to give it up I said, "Pull your panties down, baby, the jig is up" I seen a bunch of crack pipes and cigarettes I ain't wanna fuck her, no way, serve to her mother, bruh Huh, that's word to your mom If you looking for me I'm probably puttin' dick in your mom If you looking for me I'm probably putting shit in your mom If you looking for me I'm probably tryna sniff with your mom, huh I feel like the bomb, Osam' You ain't on shit, nigga, really, dot com You don't really know the shit that I'm on You don't really know this spliff, my mind gone Hi kids, do you like? Uh, huh Look, mhm Hi kids, do you like Oxy? Do you wanna get it poppin' like a molly? Prolly Rockstar, lookin' up to Chief Keef and Ozzy Bombing like a motherfucking kamikaze Hit him in his face with the chopper, sorry That bitch finna sing like an opera, Harley I'ma box him out, left, right, I feel like Ali I'ma play your bitch like her first name Atari I'ma grill the pussy like it's fresh calamari Try me if you want, that chopper on me get to killin' Blood all on the floor, you know that shit just got to spillin' I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm such an evil villain Louis V 'Preme on my shirt cost ten bands Pull up on the scene, chopper hit you and your best friend Married to the money even though I am the best man She hold my dick like a mic she was testin' It's time to spazz on a track, that's what I do, uh-uh Gun sing like Erykah Badu, uh-huh Throw your body in the bottom of the bayou So rich, motherfucker, I could buy you Don't try me, but nigga, I will try you I hope your ass ready to die, dude Choppa on me, leave your mama traumatized, dude Like a bunch of chicken, you will get fried, ooh I'm from Chicago where niggas don't live to see 20 But then again I made it out and got a lot of money I'm 19, I got a couple fucking months left My birthday December second So please don't step in my motherfucking direction 'Cause if I feel threatened, I'm upping a Smith & Wesson I put it to your face, best believe I'ma get it bustin' I'm spazzing on a track, got an AK like a Russian I hit you in your head like a motherfucking concussion I've been causing combustion Something-ness out of nothing Twenty-three in my Glock, I said it the last time I was on the Westwood Twenty-three in my Glock, boy, shooting like Jumpman, Jumpman, uh-huh I rapped for a hour last time After that I fucked your bitch in the shower that's fine, huh I rapped for a hour last time After that, I fucked your auntie in the shower, that's fine I fucked your auntie then your mother Then I put a fucking bullet hole right up in your uncle I got the fucking ball and I refuse to fucking fumble I'm confident as fuck, I'm really tired of being humble These niggas really thinking that they better but they not, though He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tachos You know I get, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tacos He say he get cheese, I get cheese, that shit is not yours I get cheese like nachos, uh-huh That chopper on my hip, you run up, I'ma give you quanthro I shoot through your Monte Carlo, uh, haha On my shoes is your car note You get scanned like a bar-code Uh, uh, uh, uh Eminem is like, "I'm cancerous Diss, you wouldn't want to answer this Responded back, battle rap, wrote for Canibus" Shout-out Em, man Spazz on some of the racks, oh, mm Pockets fat, you know I got the racks on Clothes still got the tags on Boast on a nigga, I'ma brag, um I'm feeling like the champion Different approach on this beat I feel like the best if you askin' me I'm balling on these hoes like an athlete I don't think anyone gon' come better after me Look at the way I spazz, this is off the top, looking like a wave cap Choppa with the mags, shoot you in your ass Leave you in the past Memory in the past, now it's getting to the cash Freestyle flows, I don't write it, nuh-uh Off the top, tryna kick it and I hope I don't jag Bad little bitch in the back of a Benz I'ma probably get behind it and hit it from the back Gotta tune in and kill shit every day, ho Pull up on the scene, chopper give you a halo World in my hands and I treat it like Play-Doh I love Xbox but I really don't play, ho I'm on to the next shit, I'm on to the next cash I'm smoking on the best kush, rollin' the best gas Pull up in a black Benz, I do not fuck with Jags You know what's up, nigga Your bitch gon' fuck, nigga I'm sippin', lean inside my cup, ain't Robituss', nigga Ain't with that tussling shit, my chopper tussle for me I promise you I'm a bully, I keep on getting money These niggas walk it, they walk it, I told 'em that I run it I'm kicking it off the dome, that's how a nigga coming I'm kicking it off the dome, that's how a nigga boming I'm drinking Henny with pills, you know a nigga vomit I'm drinking Henny with pills, you know a nigga vomit Listen to the way I spazz I'ma kill 'em, put 'em in a body bag, maybe even a body cast Sick of all the Percocets, where the fuck the molly at? Ran a train up on your mom, she looking for trolly Get it popping like it's Tony Hawk, ain't talking 'bout an ollie Yeah, but I may just pop an ollie Used to skate in the hallways every Friday Huh, get it poppin' like an ollie I remember I was sitting in my basement Thinking 'bout the clothes that I can't get Look at me now, I'm up right now A nigga still got the nerve to say I'm up next Three times platinum on a song, beat that I'm the best motherfucker, defeat that I ain't— hoo I turned my phone off 'cause I don't really want no motherfuckin' feedback I got a fucking bad bitch where my feet at And a bunch of, mm, ha I'm tryna body this beat, boy Hahahaha, shit Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Back in London, I'm home Feel like it's my second home This is where Juice WRLD roams I feel like it's my second, uh I'm the best wit' it, quick witted I kill niggas, I switch clips Same way I end sentences, nigga, I'm so relentless Pull up on the scene, my chopper just like a pencil, lead Shoot him in the head, motherfucker A couple times, he gon' be dead, motherfucker Now his mom calling to the feds, motherfucker "Look at my son laying in the bed," motherfucker Ran up in his crib like the repo' man I gave his bitch wood like a Home Depot, man, huh Chopper on my hip just like a Pringles can Desert Eagle on my hip like I'm a Eagles fan I'm the type to kill all your people, man I'm not good, hell nah, I'm an evil man I'm above y'all, we are not equal, man Before and after, prequel and the sequel, man I'ma be here for a long ass time You think you better than me then you lost your mind I'm Stevie Wonder with it, I will rob you blind I'm looking for the answers that they can't find I came to Westwood to spit some facts, motherfucker I came to Westwood to spit some crack, motherfucker I came to Westwood to get it back, motherfucker Your bitch is over here, I hit it like— oof Your bitch is over here, I hit it like, ooh I pulled up in a Ghost, peekaboo, the new coupe You got a problem, that's okay, I got the gun, ooh Rich nigga, probably could fuck up on the principal I give a fuck about the principles, gotta seal lock the envelope I feel like I'm Travis Scott 'cause I'm doper than all the antidote That bitch is on my dick, I'ma put it in her, you know she trope I'ma put it in her, you know she choke I don't got they time for the trolls I could put that shit up on my soul Run up on me, chopper hit you in your face like it's over with I'm sicker than a nigga with a cold and shit These niggas old as fuck, they got mold and shit I really wanna give them my condolences To tell them that it's over and to let the new niggas prosper How you my father? Nigga, I'm your father How you my father? Nigga, I'm your father Sayin' you my father, nigga, why bother? I don't got no father, nigga, I'm harder without a father I put that on your daughter Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na That was his flow on this song, right? *mumbling* Tour bus full of bottles and models and bitches who swallow Got guns full of hollows, put you out your sorrow I'm rappin' on Eminem beats 'cause I follow the leaders That nigga's a beast I feel like a monster or maybe a goblin A straight Jeffrey Dahmer, put dick in your mama Neck like a ostrich, I'm fly, fuck a copper Can't judge me at all, put the Johnnie to Cochran My flow brazy, it's crazy, insane And the fact that I made it, these fuck niggas hatin' it I remember playin' this game in my basement Sayin' I would make it and fuckin' complainin' Mama on the link, car, food, and the fridge But we was still strugglin', ballin', triple-doublin' Damn near had two jobs, tryna keep up Worked at my school just so I could stay up in there, uh Now I gotta bless her, now I gotta bless her Now I gotta fuck on a bitch named Vanessa Her chest the best, huh, her breasts the best, uh Now I'm ballin', next up, now I'm ballin', next up This shit'll upset, I'm fuckin' the world like it's rough sex Got head from a white bitch, I call it a roughneck I'm ball on these bitches like Rucker or somethin' Money makin', rich motherfucker or somethin' My flow is crazy, it's brazy I told you, you run up then you will get cranked like a soldier Make like composers, I promise it's over Everything but sober, I do her like homework Niggas think they in it but they not They been trippin', catch 'em slippin', I'ma shoot 'em with the Glock I been ballin' like a Piston, shit, I do this shit a lot All this shit is really all a part of my evil plot This is world domination, triple 9 in this bitch Chiropractor with the chopper, break your spine when it hit I been ballin' like I'm Kobe or LeBron in this bitch Matter fact, I'm feelin' like I'm in my prime in this bitch This shit finna do numbers on YouTube, trust me Hoes gon' love me, they all wanna fuck me Even if I'm ugly, I know I'm not ugly I been movin' around too much, trust me Chopper on my hip with a clover on it, lucky My chopper like a thotty, I pull it out, it's busting I really don't got time for none of the discuss-ting I promise all I'm smoking all this pack, super musty Off of the dome This shit comin' off of the dome And I'm comin' all for your domes This shit comin' off of the dome I make hits and take shits on these niggas that think that they better than me, but they not, go figure Keep the Tommy in my Tommy, lil' nigga, Hilfigers I'ma ball, I'ma swish, lil' nigga I remember smoking swishers with my brother and now it's backwoods Run up on me, chopper hit you and leave you in backwoods If you lookin' for me then I'm probably up to no good Runnin' through your hood with probably some more goods Water whippin' in the kitchen, flippin' it like chicken Run up, chopper hit him, put him into su-submission Don't give a fuck about niggas, neither, or bitches I promise you I'm only focused on gettin' them riches You see it, believe it, white Justin Bieber My swag super hot like I caught me a fever Bring the house down like Queen, no Latifah You'll get smoked like a blunt, no Khalifa Boolin' on top with a thot from the block Give me top, you get hit with the Glock All my niggas get money, best believe it or not Run up on me, leave you shot Best believe I'm on top Juice WRLD like Pac, shoutout 2Pac Without him I wouldn't be here, believe it or not Shoutout to Eminem, same situation I been makin' all this money, I been money-makin' I been soul snatchin', I been life takin' They think I sold my soul, nigga, I was just playin' I just got this shit on my own, nigga, I'm just sayin' I just got this shit on my own, nigga, I'm just sayin' My flow is so intricate, intimate, killin' 'em, really I'm ripping it Focused like Ritalin, nigga, you get it, don't get it Forget me, lil' nigga Proactively poppin' like zits, lil' nigga On Westwood boolin', back smokin' pack With a bitch rollin' 'thrax for me 'Cause I don't know how to roll Backwoods But it's all good, I'ma get my shit back Ridin' up, like a pimp, lil' nigga, you get your shit slapped, nigga Just like slick back, nigga Break you off like a candy, nigga, no KitKat, nigga All my niggas get money, best to believe that, nigga Over-chieve all the niggas, overachieve that nigga They lookin' at me like, "How we gon' overachieve that nigga? He 19, he went three times platinum He wrote that song in twenty minutes, he just started rapping" Nah, I been makin' it happen, huh Ahahaha They say, "Why your dreams super lucid?" Ahaha Oh, chief, this beat hard as fuck His arms are sweaty His face is sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy He ain't have a Perc' in a couple days, he ready, uh-huh, uh-huh His face is sweaty, haha His face is sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy He ain't have a Perc' in a couple days, he ain't ready He got a show, he gotta perform and do his thing But them withdrawals finna take his ass up out the game Hell nah, I'ma keep fightin' and I'ma do me My life is such a Blu-ray, it's such a movie Your bitch is such a thotty, she's such a groupie That she ain't tell you she gave me all of her coochie Lose yourself in this music, this moment, you own it, you better never let it go And it's like a seed to plant when you rap and you spazz and you gotta throw it on and watch this shit grow I pull up, I'm shootin' out the coupe, it's red on the fucking white 'Cause I killed your ass in the snow I'm ballin' out the roof with my troops, we do what we do I just gotta let you know I spazz on this track like the best fucking rapper When I freestyle off the top I'm the best fucking rapper He sayin' shit he don't do, that nigga is an actor And if it's up to me, he's not really a benefactor I turned him into fractions I rap and then I watch y'all reactions They like, "How the fuck he made this shit happen?" Like a poetry slam, I got 'em snapping, yeah Hold the applause, I put dick in your broad I put dick in your mom, I put dick in the world Give a fuck about shit, I'm a fuck on a bitch I'm a count up the grip then put a dick in your girl I don't care about nothin' but this money And God, I'ma pray every day that I make it— Out some time, she call me Allah I don't want that title, baby, I'm not God, I don't forgive My niggas runnin' into your crib Killin' everybody, they even got some bloods on the bib There's blood on the leaves, I'm listenin' to Kanye and shit It's three K for the wrist, I'm feeling like I'm André again I get to servin' crackers, feelin' like an Entrée again I'm up in a different island fuckin' on a Bombay chick I give a fuck about you, I give a fuck about your bitch I kill your ass, and then I tell you to rest in piss Rest in clips, rest in this, you can take the rest of this Michael Jackson with flow, I'm cardiac arrest this shit R.I.P. to the king, yeah, king of pop, shit Run up on me, chopper play you like the king of rock, shit Aerosmith with the gun, haha Aerosmith with the gun No guitar, Aerosmith with the gun Willow, hahaha Yeah, man I make it look simple Chopper hit your face and get blood on your dimples More than some acne problems, bigger than a pimple Choppa hit your face and give your forehead a nipple, hahaha For really though These niggas really thinking that they in it, no We can get it poppin' like a wheelie, ho Philly shit, ain't talkin' 'bout Meek Milly, ho But shoutout Meek Milly though, uh I'm getting this money I'ma stack it, flip it, I keep it one hundred I'm gettin' this money Stack it and flip it, I'm keepin' it one hundred I'm gettin' this money Stack it and flip it, I'm keepin' it one hundred Uh, there's more of this beat left? Alright Back on my rap shit, even on my trap shit Blood everywhere, you gon' need more than a napkin Niggas really be cappin' Me, I just be snappin' Looking at these niggas like, "Why the fuck you acting?" Who the fuck you asking for money? Ain't no hand-outs, I got it on my own, dummy Yeah, I got my own money Yeah, I own money Pull up on the scene, pockets full of old money Still new money, sad money, blue money One-thousand, two-thousand, yeah, I got a few hundred thou' on me I'ma shoot a motherfucker with a .40 cal, homie I'ma probably load it up and blow him down, homie I could rap all day, I could spit facts This a big ass gun, you better get back I don't really got time for the chit-chat I don't really got time for the chit-chat Bad bitch on my line wanna fuck I remember I was down, I ain't had no luck Now she telling me, "Come through," she want me to bust I said hell nah, baby, I ain't tryna get a nut Off you, but I could fuck on your friend for the irony Excitingly, off the molly the whole entirely time But I don't wanna do that shit I'll probably just play her ass like Aerosmith, uh You better lose it, I'm making love and I'm making music Your bitch on my dick, it ain't nothin' else to it I broke up with my bitch, she was useless Don't give a fuck about shit, uh, uh Don't give a fuck about shit, aha Don't give a fuck about shit, uh-huh Don't give a fuck, hahahaha I feel like the bestest My flow fresh to death, it's deadlier than some asbestos I feel like a teacher, I could teach your ass a lesson Choppa turn your ass into some fucking sloppy seconds Nigga, it's a preference Call me a reverend 'cause I can show you how to get your bitch-ass to heaven I feel like a lil' kid in my adolescence I ain't scared of shit, I got my Smith & then my Wesson Spazzin' on this bitch, feel like a dragon on this bitch I'm off a Xanax, tryna plan it like I'm draggin' in this bitch Run up on me, chopper hit you It get a nigga licked just like a motherfucking tongue I fuck your bitch from the back while the bitch speak in tongues She give me head but she dumb, give me head 'til she numb Clip stickin' out the fucking gun like a sore thumb Nigga, you ain't on none Brother locked up for real, call that nigga Akon I don't really give a fuck about shit 'Cause niggas don't know what the fuck that I'm on Look up, saw my nigga dead, fuck it, he gone Had to shed a couple tears but I had to move on Now I'm balling on these hoes like the play-offs Balling like the play-offs They say hard works pays off I'm waiting for the payoff I'm up in UK with Westwood spittin' crazy shit Run up on me, chopper on me, that shit over with Like I said, I grip a K, Union Soviet Life's a gamble when I'm taking all your poker chips Juice WRLD is in your world Dick in your girl, I rule the world Diamonds shining, believe the pearls Pull up on a scene, chopper make him hurl He so scared that he vomiting Eyes red but I ain't with that demonic shit She do coke, movin' faster than Sonic, bitch VVS shining bright like Trons and shit Transform in that bitch, Megatron and shit Tryna put my whole fucking team on and shit 9-9-9 club, what you on, lil' bitch? Chopper like a magic trick, it get you gone, lil' bitch Call of Duty with that UZI how I'm spawnin' shit With that Twitter beef, I ain't with that respondin' shit Like I said, I'm ballin' on 'em, no LeBron and shit Don't believe me, you could ask your fucking mom, lil' bitch, ha Yeah, let me talk my shit Hop out this chair real quick and I'll walk my shit, ha And I'ma sit back down I'ma keep it chill and probably gonna smoke my spliff, uh I make it look easy, I make it look simple Your bitch really sleazy, she bustin' like pimples She really get it poppin' And after that she expected me to take her shoppin' Bitch, you got two options; hop in this Uber or hop in the cab I don't really wanna do ya But if you got a problem I'll put one in your medulla My gun bisexual, you know it's finna do her Haha, haha Library book ho, I had to go renew her, haha I'm the shit, no manure I done got it out the gutter, I was raised up in the sewer, huh What you wanna do, sir? My chopper got a special aim for a loser And your bitch on my dick, she's a chooser I met her sendin' nudes on computers She on her laptop, gettin' it bustin' on Skype, givin' her backshots Wait 'til the beat drop, I'm such a bad kid I'm such a Boondock, my brother had the crack rock sittin' in his tube socks He used to sell that shit Had clients up in Texas, he used to mail that shit I'm getting buckets like LeBron, I had to pail that shit Chopper hit your fucking face just like some hail and shit I'm talking H-A— ooh I keep wanting to throw shade, bro, but I can't even do it I be havin' to— 'cause look, when I freestyle, I be seein' the line I like, see the line in my head before I say it, and I just knew that shit was going, nope, ha Nope, nope, nope, nope I'm not tryna get in no trouble I ball out like triple, no double My flow go too Nipsey, no Hussle I call plays and I don't even set huddles I get her wet, you just get a puddle I get a lake, and then I swim in it and act like I didn't eat, haha On these beats, I'ma beast It's Thanksgiving in the bank, I walk in and have a feast, ha I tell that nigga, "Rest in peace," rest in pieces with my piece, hit his face to take his piece I don't take chains, I buy 'em I don't take drugs, I try 'em God forbid that I end up dyin' I'ma live forever, best believe I'm too defiant I'm a champion, I'm a fucking mogul If you run up on me, then it's fucking over Like a bad relationship, it's gon' be fucking over Choppa knock your ass out and put you in a fucking coma The shit I smoke'll make you die, nigga The pills I pop'll make you cry, nigga And where I'm from, it's homicide, nigga No animals, but we lettin' the llamas fly, nigga, ha For real, uh, I'm finna keep going, uh-huh, for real, uh, uh-huh, yeah, for real On the real, I wonder why these niggas hatin' on me Like I'm sittin' at a table, they been waitin' on me They been sittin' for a minute, they been waiting to eat I'm the only one that eats around this bitch, it's a feast for me We are not equal at all I'm going hard motherfucker, and that is my job, uh Focused to the point they think I'm on Adderal But I ain't shit but Percs and high cholesterol, uh Watch yourself Choppa breaking bad, nigga, that's what's up Never gave a fuck about the bitch you fucked because I fucked her before you fucked, nigga, what's up? He say he wanna box, I got my hand on my Glock That .40 came with a .30 so we gon' call that a cock No homo, I'm straight, I gave your bitch my cock I fucked her every day, the clip is never stocked I keep a hundred in the chopper at all times And all I know is money 'cause it's on my mind I promise you that I'm ballin' on, prime-time That Rollie on my wrist looking like the sunshine Almost bought a Patek, all baguettes, motherfucker Fuck your bitch, she gon' sweat to keep sweat, motherfucker Choppa just like a pussy, it'll wet a motherfucker I feel like off a Xanny I'll forget a motherfucker I still see these Perkies in my room Niggas dirty but my choppa is a broom Give a fuck about you, it's all me, nigga I'ma run that shit just like a track meet, nigga Off the dome, kickin' shit, it's just me, nigga That's just how I want this shit to fucking be, nigga I feel like a fighter, boy, my gun'll beat niggas Mission complete niggas, it'll defeat niggas, ha Who are you to me, nigga? Really I'm out of your league, nigga I'm never tired, you got fatigue, nigga Three days since I eat and sleep, nigga, ha I been up for a long time I don't even think I'm in my right mind But it's all good, nevermind Let me switch it up and say some better lines, ha Uh, boss, I'm finna, uh Yeah, I'm finna boss up, finna gloss on 'em Arsenal, mm-mm, arse-na-na I like that, lemme see if I can run with that, uh, huh Lately, I'm flossin', I feel like a boss These niggas fresh out of the closet Run up, get off, chopper on me make a deposit You get dropped off, nigga, get popped off This shit dead, motherfucker, ain't talkin' Nate Dogg Want beef? Chopper'll hit you, ain't talkin' steak sauce You lookin' for you homie? He up in the graveyard Chopper tear his face off, wasn't a face-off I just shot his face off, it was a face-off Nigga, what you wanna? You'll just get smoked like a blunt of marijuana Every day I'm rollin' up strong, smoking Ganja, pressure I'll be that way forever, I ain't givin' no effort Get her wetter, I feel like Bill Cosby on Molly, rockin' the sweater Pull up, I got that chopper on me, it's a Beretta, ha Yeah, that bitch a Beretta I don't gotta prove shit to nobody You can catch me fuckin' thots in your party Fuck that shit, I am a homebody You lookin' for your bitch? I got your ho body Please don't tell nobody, they don't know 'bout it I took your ho out it I fucked her from the back and then I took her soul out her I feel like I'm Kendrick, I'm finna lose control out here, huh, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah I feel like I'm Kendrick, I'm finna lose control out here These niggas dirty up in the ground like a mole out here I'm ballin' on these niggas, it feel like a prowl out here I'm ballin' on these niggas, I feel like a pro out here I'm outerspace, shout out to NASA Chains on me, I'm not a slave, I'm a master Graduate with these flows, nigga, I feel like a master A tornado or somethin', I'm a natural disaster I walk up in your house and put your head through the plaster I never had a father, yeah, I always been bastard You run up, that's okay, that chopper turn you to fuckin' blast Uh-nuh, bastard, uh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh Man, this shit easy Damn, damn You listen to my freestyles You probably think I'm a misogynistic rasick, racist-ass nigga, mind racing My mind is in three different places I don't fuck with niggas, I'm racist Rollin' up gas in the basement Shakin' her ass like a Haitian, ha Shakin' her ass, I'm impatient I'm just tryna smash on the daily, all the way turnt up Roscoe Dash try to play me, chopper get you burnt up I'ma ball on these hoes, nigga You know us, it's no fuss, it's ten K to show up On TNT, I blow up Listen to the way that I spazz off the top of the dome just like a wave-cap MAC-11 hit you where your motherfuckin' face at While you eatin' dinner, now I got your brains on your placemat Where the fuck could you place that? He dirty as fuck, when the fuck did he say that? I say what I want, I do what I want I do what you don't, I do what you won't It's off of the dome, it's off of the top My hand on my gun, that heat on my hip, I up it like it sun That chopper on me 'cause I'm not the one I'm from Chicago where niggas die every day, ho Keep a gun on you to stay safe, oh It's a damn shame to live like that But I'd be damned if a nigga shoot me right, uh Uh-huh, let me catch this bitch Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh I'm just honest, mm I run through the night like GLaDOS, I been ballin' like a maverick Give a fuck 'bout what you say, I'm gettin' money and I manage I been high up in the sky, nigga, I'm outlandish I'm Gorillas in the Mist, you such a Kung Fu Panda I'm sipping codeine, I got the dirtiest of Fanta Three hoes in my lap, lil' nigga, what you want from Santa? You get jacked like o-lanterns Tryna fuck with the pattern, Louis V all on the pattern Outerspace, I'm on Saturn with some niggas that'll kill 'em for me Kill 'em for me, kill 'em for me I'm on Saturn with some niggas that a kill 'em for me Kill 'em for me, kill 'em for me I remember dressin' being broke and bummy Now I walk around looking like I got some money Try me if you wanna, this shit gon' get ugly My chopper leave a nigga stinking, leave him musty Leave him swimmin' with the crabs, now he Krusty Chopper got a couple titties, super busty I could really give a fuck 'bout what you saying 'cause it's nothing I am at your head like a concussion with combustion I can rap all day Off the top, ideas I am the shit, boy I am the diarrhea I am the hardest Balling like Harden I am a starter I am a Martian I am a Spartan I am a squad, I do not need a squadron I'm going hard on your mom, I'ma bomb her Hit from the back in a Gucci bomber That nigga funny, mm, no problem These niggas pussy, these niggas pussy Experienced like a vet but I am still a rookie I feel like I'm Sesame, robbing them for they cookies You run up, I hit him, that chopper leave his ass shook Beefing on Facebook, get your face took Shoot you in your face, give a fuck 'bout how your face look Stealin' faces, lil' nigga, I'm such a face crook Try to rob me, I shoot you, you know I face crooks Did I say face? I meant deface 'em Turn 'em to an ape, I Bathing Ape 'em Cooking in the kitchen while they tried to run up on me Now his brains all over my fucking apron Presidential brain from your main, Sarah Palin Look at all my songs playing all on her playlist Please don't get offended when I say this I'm better than these other niggas, I ain't even playin' Bad bitch came from the motherlands I'ma prolly fuck his mama when his mother lands Ha, haha, yeah, yeah, yeah Stan, bitch "It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad" Uh, I can tell a story with this beat Uh-huh, get headphones, hahaha Here's a story about how I got rich It happened all this year, I still don't know shit It's hard to focus 'cause there's so much goin' on I still think about my niggas, all the ones that's gone Its been like eight months since this shit started Its been like eight months since this shit started Its been like eight months since this shit started, yeah Its been like eight months since this shit started Me and G Money at the beginning, choppin' it up Talking about how much money was in the cut Interscope on the line, they was hittin' us up At some point, we weren't even picking it up Now, I'm Interscope money, but I got my own money I can show some If I went to the strip club, I could throw some But I don't owe them bitches nothin', I don't pay for nothin' Life is free when you live like me Chopper hit your ass like, damn, he can't breathe Stevie Wonder, when I rob, he can't see Kill him on the news, it couldn't be me I never lack I see this shit, these niggas must have cataracts I'm pullin' up, I'm shootin' out the Cadillac You want smoke? Come over here, we can battle that Uh, listen I don't believe in competition I got the drive like a brand new Bugatti engine It's only me and myself, I don't need no henchmen I'm not a God, like I said, so I'm not forgiven I need to work on that, I need to work on it I got a dick for a reason, I watch her twerk on it I put in work, never save her, don't go to church homie Your run up on me, that chopper will leave you murked homie I need to smoke a blunt, I haven't smoked, I just woke up, came to Westwood and spit facts Uh My choppa on me, like what's up, it's showing no love, it talk to her screaming, "Get back!" Uh These niggas ain't shit but a bunch of bad jokes Popsicle ass niggas like did you get that ,uh My choppa so damn horny, it'll fuck anybody thats gon' get clapped Uh, listen I feel like the best I put they ass into submission Like I said, I never got no motherfuckin' competition I'm in it to win it That choppa on me its killin' I feel like Bruce Willis, I feel like Bruce Bannis I feel like Michael Jordan going nuts like Planters Off the top Clip hanging out the gun, no banana Scope up on the rifle, I can see yo ass hatin' nigga I can see yo ass hatin' You still rocking Trues, boy yo goofy ass basic I'on give a fuck about shit that's all I'm sayin' I'ma dye my hair like I said, I'ma Saiyan I'ma say it, don't spray it, spray it, don't say it Talk my shit then leave him layin' on the pavement Fuck yo bitch then act like I didn't do it She may tell ya, that's not my fault But it's all good 'cause *mumbling* I wanna make a real song outta this beat I ain't gon' lie Okay, yeah, yeah Ghost like Danny Phantom I'm in that ghost like Danny Phantom Young rich and handsome I gotta handgun Took yo bitch, didn't ask for ransom Pull up on me, kill him out the random Brand new gun, that shit is a scandal, yeah Hit your soup can Campbell's, uh My flow, you can't handle, uh My flow, you can't handle Treat your brain like eggs and scramble it, uh I feel like Tim Hardaway in the fourth, the way I handle it, yeah I feel like Tim Westwood, in the fourth, the way I'm sayin' shit, uh The way I talk my shit, uh I hop up out my seat, uh And start to walk my shit, uh I told them watch they feet like footwork Choppa make a nigga foot work Hit you in yo' face, yo' face hurt nigga Hit you in yo' face, yo' face hurt nigga Run up on me, you get burnt nigga Bought my momma a new purse nigga Burkin, hell yeah I been workin' Yo' bitch on my dick, you know that she twerkin', uh Turned to a whole different person I'm off the perkys, this shit be workin', uh Sick of my ex, she all on my Instagram, she fuckin' lurkin', uh I don't got time for it, uh I'm rockin' Tom Ford, uh I'm in the black Porsche, uh I'm in the four-door, uh Fuckin' on four whores, uh, uh Flip 'em on a mattress, parkour, uh Ride my dick just like Aladdin carpet, uh Outer space, I'm up on Saturn, star shit Switch the flow up In the 'Rari I'm doin' doughnuts Hold up, where the money at? yeah yeah, yeah, yeah What's the hold up? All the weed, I'ma roll up All these police patrollin' I'on really got time for them, got a magnum on me ain't talkin' Trojan Nigga I'm gon' live in the moment Bullets come in 3 like Jonas And my gun sing like Jonas Count it up, commas, exponents I don't really give a fuck, you know it Bad bitch on my dick, she goin' Hell yeah, she love the cocaine Bobby Brown, she get to snowin' uh-huh, uh-huh Bitch I'm lit, just like Bic Even sound cold when I say basic shit Don't give no fuck, that's about shit Look at me nigga, what do I look like? Rich, that's not even my name They don't even know my name It's just Juice WRLD to the game Pull up on me okay, choppa take yo' life like a chain I feel like I'm Prince sippin' on this purple rain And you look like a bitch, ha, throwin' shade, hahaha Yeah, I say I feel like I'm Prince pourin' up this purple rain And you look like a bitch over there throwin' shade Uh, listen Don't give a fuck about niggas or bitches you trippin' Fuck with yo' feelings Every day I count the money, I stack it and flip it I get the winnings, lottery winnings, I get the winnings, lottery winnings, I get the winnings I'm finna vibe on a bitch I'm getting high with yo' bitch She gon' kiss my other friend, she goin' bi' for this shit Fuck her one time, then it's goodbye, ball prime time on a bitch Hell yeah, NBA 2K maybe live in the bitch, hell yeah I'm on Instagram live with yo' ho, uh She showin' me titties, took a screenshot then I gotta go, uh She came over to my hotel room, and you know I score, uh, uh Now that lil' bitch is my whore, uh I got bro over there in the corner tweakin' off my shit, uh Choppa like a plumber, leave you leakin' when it hit, uh With the offense but I'm still with defense in this bitch, uh Stevie Wonder, even he didn't see this shit, ha, ayy, haa I'm funny as hell, haha I just be tryna catch vibes on beats, that shit funny They be comin' out cold sometimes, hahaha I'on even know what writin' is, I ain't write in a long time I done checked my rollie at the fucking wrong time Niggas say they can ball like this, them niggas offsides All my niggas wavy as fuck, nigga we get high tide Lookin' at me like look at his eyes, that nigga too high Lookin' at me like look at his wings, that nigga too fly That nigga eatin' so damn good, ain't talkin' Five Guys All these niggas pussy, huh? They must have 9 lives All my niggas Mormon, huh, they must have 9 wives Pull up with that choppa, uh, that bitch take yo' life Pull up to your hotel room, then I take yo' wife Take her to my hotel room, it's gon' be a long night In that ghost like poltergeist Triple 9 all on my wrist I could fuck the pastor's wife I don't have no father bitch, always been a bastard right, always been a bastard right I'ma rich ass bastard right You a bitch ass bastard right Huh All these niggas have to write I'on have to write, all these niggas have to write I'm fresh to death, I got this Louis from the afterlife, uh Your bitch suck on my dick, she got a lil' overbite Take her to the dentist Prolly get her cleaned up I bust all up in her system And if she get pregnant from that, that's gon' be part of yo' children Huh I'm investin' I spent 2 million on buildings, uh I'm, huh, huh In her intestines Feel like the bestest Bitch my flow deadly, no asbestos, uh Woof, huh Teach his ass a lesson, hahaha Gon' teach his ass a lesson I done made like 6 songs in here, I ain't gon' reference none of that shit though, right, might as well dance for the rest of it, haha Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' One more thing though Lemme talk my shit Lemme fuck yo' bitch I'ma go get rich on they ass Run up on me, that choppa hit you and leave your ass prehistoric, the past All I know is count grips, stack chips, all that nigga I'm in love with the cash I ain't talkin' about Burkin, and Gucci, and Louis, but bitch I'm in my bag I had to get serious for a fecond hmm Serious for a second, hmm Paul Walker in the 'Rari I feel like Fast & Furious for a second, uh Slap yo bitch up, that lil' bitch delirious for a second, uh Monkey ass nigga, you look like George, too curious for a second, uh Fuck that bitch when I'm in it I'on give no fuck about no competition Pull up on the team, my choppa hit him, he gon' need a doctor nigga My gun sing, haha Gun sing like an opera, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas fake, they deserve an Oscar nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Haa, pipe up, pipe up, bitch, ha-ha-ha

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Titanic

Titanic by Juice WRLD

DY definitely Krazy Abandon all ships, it's about to go down No Titanic (Titanic) There's a lot going on in my head right now But I manage (Yeah, I manage) Good heart, good soul, both been in bad hands I could deal damage (Yeah, real damage) Both hands in the air as I scream out prayers My demons show their face in the midnight air Just got a new house, gotta hide the skeletons in the closet And keep 'em there, really tryna forget about 'em They tell me God watchin' over me, I don't doubt it But I can see Him gettin' tired of me sinnin' and wildin' Don't know what to do with myself these days Young rich nigga, I done fell in love with the bank But all this money don't rid me of my pain But everywhere I go, I could make it precipitate, rain Fucked up (Fucked up), I did (I did) Fucked up (Fucked up), I am (I am) Calm down, I can't Shit, here we go again You might also like Abandon all ships, it's about to go down No Titanic (Titanic) There's a lot going on in my head right now But I manage (Yeah, I manage) Good heart, good soul, both been in bad hands I could deal damage (Yeah, real damage) Both hands in the air as I scream out prayers My demons show their face in the midnight air Set sail in the codeine bottle, I'ma drown in it, drown in it Shit fills me up, but whatever goes up goes down in it, down in it At the end of the day, I'm blessed, oh yes, crack a smile with it, smile with it Now I'm frownin' again, life goes so fast, watch it blow in the wind Can't get time back, I been beggin' for it Fucked up (Fucked up), I did Oh, fucked up, I am Here we go again (Here we go again) Abandon all ships, it's about to go down No Titanic (Titanic) There's a lot going on in my head right now But I manage (Yeah, I manage) Good heart, good soul, both been in bad hands I could deal damage (Yeah, real damage) Both hands in the air as I scream out prayers My demons show their face in the midnight air Midnight air, midnight air Midnight air (Midnight air), I'ma drown in here Midnight air (Midnight air), surrounded in the midnight air I'ma drown in here, no Titanic, Titanic

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My Fault ﹤/3

My Fault ﹤/3 by Juice WRLD

73 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçePolskiMy Fault ﹤/3 Lyrics Ooh Ooh-oh-oh She told me that it's all my fault It woulda been a right and not another wrong (Huh) She told me that it's all my fault It would've been perfect all along It woulda been a right and not another wrong And it would be a happy, not a sad song, oh 'Cause it's all my fault She would have been perfect on her own I should have took a right, but I took a wrong And now this ain't a happy, it's a sad song, oh She like a mouse in a mousetrap, stuck up She got me rolling weed now, I'm fucked up You talking too much so shut the fuck up You heated too much, you're high, the summer I'll let you cool down And I brought you 'round, momma But you let me down Yeah, you let me drown in drama You're talking too much, so shut the fuck up You're talking too much, so shut the fuck up You're talking too much, so shut the fuck up You're talking too much, so shut the fuck up I'll let you cool down And I brought you 'round, momma But you let me down Yeah, you let me drown in drama You might also like She told me that it's all my fault It would've been perfect all along It woulda been a right and not another wrong And it would be a happy, not a sad song, oh 'Cause it's all my fault She would've been perfect on her own I should have took a right, but I took a wrong And now this ain't a happy it's a sad song, oh She told me that it's all my fault It would've been a right and not another wrong And it would be a happy, not a sad song 'Cause it's all my fault She woulda been perfect on her own And now this ain't a happy, it's a sad song She told me that it's all my fault It would've been perfect all along It woulda been a right and not another wrong And it would be a happy, not a sad song, oh 'Cause it's all my fault She would've been perfect on her own I should have took a right, but I took a wrong And now this ain't a happy, it's a sad song, oh

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Up Up and Away

Up Up and Away by Juice WRLD

Yeah Up, up and away, hop in Feel the walls in my brain and they're caving in Outside those walls, there's a ocean, I can't swim Especially with all these waves I'm walkin' in Prada, tryna solve my problems Through the night, finding vibes, Moonlight Sonata I try to deny, but you see the pills in my eyes I tell her that I'm high, but she don't seem surprised Walkin' in Prada, tryna solve my problems Through the night, finding vibes, Moonlight Sonata I try to deny, but you see the pills in my eyes I tell her that I'm high, but she don't seem surprised (Uh) Maybe I realize that my life is a ride Buckle up, hold tight, take a left, turn right GPS don't work, can't see at night So it's getting hard to drive, anxiety at a stoplight Hard to think, easy to cry, that's how I know something's not right Numb the pain with fun times, supermotos, Perc lines Remember that one time everything was alright Alright (Oh-oh-oh) You might also like Up, up and away, hop in Feel the walls in my brain and they're caving in Outside those walls, there's a ocean, I can't swim Especially with all these waves I'm walkin' in Prada, tryna solve my problems Through the night, finding vibes, Moonlight Sonata I try to deny, but you see the pills in my eyes I tell her that I'm high, but she don't seem surprised Walkin' in Prada, tryna solve my problems Through the night, finding vibes, Moonlight Sonata I try to deny, but you see the pills in my eyes I tell her that I'm high, but she don't seem surprised Up, up and away, hop in Feel the walls in my brain and they're caving in Outside those walls, there's a ocean, I can't swim Especially with all these waves

Juice WRLD

Maze

Maze by Juice WRLD

Stuck in a maze Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Stuck in a maze, mmh Stuck in a maze Everything's okay but it's not really okay My life's a death race I'm numbing my pain with codeine rain I'm going insane Life's not the same Stuck in a maze I'm not going anywhere My brain is going everywhere I'm tormented every day Mama, I'm losing my mental The sorrows that I've been through Story to be continued I sip ill, pop pills, crack seals Doing anything to numb the way that I feel, yeah I chase thrills, you still crashin' Hot Wheels Ride a dirt bike down the ditch, see if I live I knock my subconscious unconscious They tell me that they can help me, I got this Watch this, I took my demons into the bank of life and I made the biggest deposit Without drugs, I'm losing my logic These pills and my Pro Tools still got logic I run, I run, I run I run, I run, I run You might also like Stuck in a maze Everything's okay but it's not really okay My life's a death race I'm numbing my pain with codeine rain I'm going insane Life's not the same Stuck in a maze I'm not going anywhere My brain is going everywhere I'm tormented every day Mama, I'm losing my mental The sorrows that I've been through Story to be continued

Juice WRLD

Starstruck

Starstruck by Juice WRLD (Ft. ​​blink-182)

38 ContributorsStarstruck Lyrics Yeah, we're playing in bed You see the- I lock eyes, our eyes lock Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness My heart stops, every time you call my name My jaw drops, you fell from the stars, and I'm starstruck You fell from the stars, girl, am I lost? When you're down, when you're sad, is it my fault? I apologize for all of the lies, oh I won't treat you like the rest of them guys, oh I'm off the Perc's, she don't condone it You say it makes me act atrocious But I can't stand life when I'm sober Take my heart, I'll hand it over Six months in, it gets colder I don't want us to be over Let's make love 'til we die And let's fuck until we slump over Be my first aid, I know that you hate to see me bleed I don't deserve your love, I tend to fuck up everything It feels like I'm not enough, 'nough, 'nough, no This a conversation, not a love song You might also like Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness My heart stops, every time you call my name My jaw drops, you fell from the stars, and I'm starstruck You fell from the stars, girl, am I lost? When you're down, when you're sad, is it my fault? I apologize for all of the lies, oh I won't treat you like the rest of them guys, oh Everything that's wrong with me, is everything that's wrong with you You threw the blade, I caught the knife I'm right back in your room tonight Reflections in the broken glass No, I can't fix your broken past Count my blessings, close my eyes I'm right back in your room tonight (Oh) I can't escape your shadow (Oh) I can't forget what we don't know (Oh) Your love is a sentence to death row And you've got a seat in the front row (Oh) Hold me close, but you're cold as ice (Oh) Watch me choke on every line (Oh) And it feels like Hell tonight, it feels like Hell Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness My heart stops, every time you call my name My jaw drops, you fell from the stars, and I'm starstruck You fell from the stars, girl, am I lost? When you're down, when you're sad, is it my fault? I apologize for all of the lies, oh I won't treat you like the rest of them guys, oh We met in a Twilight Zone I fall apart but she keep me whole We met on the West Coast But I still see Miami in your soul Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness My heart stops, every time you call my name My jaw drops, you fell from the stars, and I'm starstruck You fell from the stars, girl, am I lost? When you're down, when you're sad, is it my fault? I apologize for all of the lies, oh I won't treat you like the rest of them guys, oh I'm here to serve a purpose Girl, I know I ain't picture-perfect One more thing I know for certain If you leave, I'll close the curtains

Juice WRLD

DARK PLACE (demo)

DARK PLACE (demo) by Juice WRLD

54 ContributorsDARK PLACE (demo) Lyrics Lost in a dark place, lost in a dark place Lost in a dark place Lost in a dark place, trapped in the crawlspace In my mind, I get lost, then I wake up in a coffin They tell me they care, they're just in love with the music So they'll never know about the pain I go through It's like a chain of reactions, all these demon attacks From all the drugs that I'm taking to the women distracting me From being myself, it's like I'm losing my traction Kiss death on the lips, I have a fatal attraction This is my heart, watch as my problems inspire me Tear me apart, won't let the demons take over me They took it too far, now I need some surgery I'm falling apart It's like I'm lost in the motions, use this song as a rope To wrap around the commotion, tie the knot at my throat I look at death as a notion, I don't want it no more But it's too late to reverse it, as I fall on the floor Lost in a dark place, lost in a dark place Demons inspire me FloorYou might also like

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Who Shot Cupid?

Who Shot Cupid? by Juice WRLD

Ooh Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Bitches on me, that's often Doin' them beans often Purps on the beat She know me well, well, well, she know me well (Uh-huh) Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (Uh-huh) All the drugs I did, it was worth it (Yeah) Super worth it (Uh) Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (Yeah) Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (Yeah) I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (Yeah) I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We ain't gon' do this, not again Gucci cardigan, I'm the flyest gent I found out what the problem is, breakin' promises It was the both of us Oh, all girls the same, same, same Two blue pills to the brain, brain, brain Yeah, I kinda miss your brain And I bet you miss my fame You might also like She know me well, well, well, she know me well (Uh-huh) Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (Uh-huh) All the drugs I did, it was worth it (Yeah) Super worth it (Uh) Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (Yeah) Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (Yeah) I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (Yeah) I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I bet I'll never die again Bullets fly again, Cupid hit his target Guess he's been target practicing Devils panickin', it makes it worse for my heart Oh, girls aren't the same, same, same But it's still two pills to the brain, brain, brain I hope you never change, change, change I also hope we put the drugs away Well, well, well, well She do me well I hope she loves me for real 'Cause I been through hell All the drugs I did They weren't worth it, now I'm worthless I hope my new lady thinks I'm perfect, oh Sometimes I feel like that she'll be better off Without me but without her I would die, oh I would die, oh She know me well, well, well, she know me well (Uh-huh) Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (Uh-huh) All the drugs I did, it was worth it (Yeah) Super worth it (Uh) Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (Yeah) Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (Yeah) I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (Yeah) I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Juice WRLD

Make Believe

Make Believe by Juice WRLD

I figured she was gonna break my heart regardless, regardless I figured she was gonna break my heart regardless So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target Click, clack She was gonna break my heart regardless So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah) Just for talkin', nonsense, claiming she was leavin' Not gonna happen If I can't have you, no one can 'Cause if you leave, I'm not breathin' I'll show you how it feels to not breathe, breathe Inhale, exhale You're the best, well You're the worst, but You're the best hell I ain't ever, ever gonna lose, lose Tell me what I gotta do to prove to you Five seconds from losing my head Now it's time to show you what lunatics do You might also like She was gonna break my heart regardless So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah) Just for talkin', nonsense, claiming she was leavin' I figured she was gonna break my heart regardless So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah) Just for talkin', nonsense, claiming she was leavin' Hate it when you tease Where you think you're goin'? When you comin' back to me? You walked in, I'm listening to "Stan" on E, yeah, ecstasy Matter of fact, there's a bridge that my car wants to meet Road trip on me, it'll be fun, you'll see But you don't gotta sit in this trunk, you can sit next to me For me and Stan, we alike, but he ain't nicer than me He was drunk drivin', me, I'm just straight Perc-ules My crazy thoughts and your crazy heart As we hit the bridge, that's just the start Not afraid to die, as you can see Life isn't real, love's make-believe My crazy thoughts and your crazy heart As we hit the bridge, that's just the start Not afraid to die, as you can see Life isn't real, love's make-believe

2 Chainz

Birthday Song

Birthday Song by 2 Chainz (Ft. Kanye West)

Yeah Birthday, it's your birthday If I die, bury me inside the Louie store Ha, uh, uh They ask me what I do and who I do it for (Yeah) And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (True) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (Tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Louie store (True) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (2 Chainz) She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty (Booty) Skrr, skrr, wrists movin', cookin', gettin' to it (Cookin') I'm in the kitchen (I'm in the kitchen), yams everywhere (Yams) Just made a juug (Just made a juug), I got bands everywhere (Bands) You the realest nigga breathin' if I hold my breath (Damn) Referee with a whistle, brrrt, hold this tech (Baow) Extendo clip (Extendo clip), extendo roll (Extendo roll) When your girl leave me, she need a hair salon (Damn) Hair-Hair Weave Killer goin' on a trapathon (Yeah) See, I done had more bombs, than Pakistan (Boom) Dope bomb, dro bomb and a pill bomb (Bomb) See, nigga, I'm ballin', you in will call (True) When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store (2 Chainz) When I die, bury me inside the Truey store (True) True to my religion, two everything, I'm too different So when I die, bury me next to two bitches (Two bitches) You might also like They ask me what I do and who I do it for (Yeah) And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (True) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (Tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Louie store (True) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho Ah, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh? It's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy, huh? She holdin' out, she ain't givin' to the needy, huh? You go downstairs and fall asleep with the TV on Y'all been together ten years, you deserve a ménage 'Specially if you put that BMW in a garage 'Specially if you paid a couple payments on her momma crib Went to her niece's graduation, man, I hate those kids Last birthday, she got you a new sweater Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her "Do better" She said, "How 'bout I get you jewelry from the West End?" How 'bout she hit the Westin and get her best friend? Ha, I'm jokin', I'm just serious, I asked her "Don't be actin', like no actress, if we preachin', then we practice Don't be reachin', don't be touchin' shit, we in Kanye West's Benz 'Cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian, hah" They ask me what I do and who I do it for (Yeah) And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (True) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (Tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Louie store (True) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho It's your birthday (Yeah), it's your birthday (Uh) Bad bitch contest, you in first place You in first place, you in first place Bad bitch contest, you in first place I show up with a check to your workplace Then hand the valet the keys to the Merces Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on What I'm seein’ from the back, I can't front on They ask me what I do and who I do it for When I die, bury me inside the booty club Get it, girl, get it, girl, get it, get it, girl I might switch it up and get your girl They ask me what I do and who I do it for (Yeah) And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (True) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (Tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Louie store (True) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho Deuce and Ye We like Snoop and Dre Isn't this your birthday, baby? You deserve a coupe today, woah You in first place, you in first place Bad bitch contest, you in first place

2 Chainz

No Lie

No Lie by 2 Chainz (Ft. Drake)

EarDrummers, Mike WiLL Made-It Yah! T.R.U., 2 Chainz! I am smokin' on that gas, life should be on Cinemax Movie, bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass Who he’s? Not I, I smoke strong; that Popeye Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds; apartheid Bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out Hit your ass with that bla-kow, dope enough to go in yo' nostrils I take your girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress A skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead-ass rappers It's probably one of these pussy-ass niggas, don't try me, I'll pull that trigger Got your car note in my cup, and your rent in my Swisher That pussy so good I miss ya, head game's so vicious And all I get is cheese, like I’m takin' pictures Yeah, I say fuck you, 'less I’m with ya If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don’t do, nah, I just do it for the niggas That are tryna see a million 'fore they die, whattup? You might also like 2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true? That’s true enough Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew whassup She think I’m the realest out and I say, "Damn, that makes two of us" Aww, that look like what’s her name, chances are it’s what's her name Chances are if she was acting up then I fucked her once and never fucked again She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me Young as an intern, but money like I built the shit Streets talkin', they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shit Stay keepin' my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax Me and Chainz go way back, we don’t talk shit, we just state facts Yes, Lord Yeah, I say fuck you, 'less I’m with ya If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don’t do Nah, I just do it for the niggas That are tryna see a million 'fore they die Whattup? Name a nigga that want some, I’ll out-rap his ass, out-trap his ass Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him out Bring 'em in, them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend I did what they say I wouldn’t, went where they say I couldn’t (Tru!) YSL belt buckle, y’all niggas sure is lookin' Y’all niggas sure is lucky, two chains on my rugby Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy Yeah, I say fuck you, 'less I’m with ya If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don’t do, nah, I just do it for the niggas That are tryna see a million 'fore they die, whattup? Word, word, T.R.U

2 Chainz

I’m Different

I'm Different by 2 Chainz

Yeah Yeah 2 Chainz Mustard on the beat, ho! I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Middle finger up to my competition I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah) I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah) I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Tru) Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene, but my roof gone (Roof gone) When I leave the scene, bet your boo gone (Boo gone) And I beat the pussy like a new song (Boom) 2 Chainz, but I got me a few on (Yup) Everything hot, skip lukewarm (Ugh) Tell shawty bust it open, Uncle Luke on Got the present for the present and a gift wrapping I don't feel good, but my trigger happy (Bah) Bet the stripper happy, bet they wish they had me And I wish a nigga would, like a kitchen cabinet And me and you are cut from a different fabric I fucked her so good, it's a bad habit (DamN) Bitch, sit down, you got a bad atti' Gave her the wrong number and a bad addy (Tru) You ain't going nowhere like a bad navi' Ass so big, I told her to look back at it (Woah) Look back at it (Woah), look back at it (Woah) Then I put a fat rabbit on the Craftmatic I am so high ... attic I am so high, like a ... addict You might also like I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Middle finger up to my competition I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah) I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Ugh) Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing 2 Chainz, got your girl on the celly And when I get off the celly, I made her meet at the telly When she meet at the telly, I put it straight in her belly When it go in the belly, it ain't shit you can tell me, ugh (Ugh) Hair long (Long), money long (Yeah) Me and broke niggas, we don't get along (Nah) Hair long (Long), money long (Yeah) Me and broke niggas, we don't get along (Tell 'em) I paid a thousand dollars for my sneakers 'Ye told you, a 100K for a feature "Ee-err, ee-err": sound of the bed (Bed) Beat it up, beat it up; then, I get some head (Head) Well, I might get some head; then, I beat it up I don't give a fuck, switch it up, nigga, live it up (Up) Yeah, it's going down, so get up (Up) Might valet-park a Brinks truck (Ugh) Mustard on the beat, ho! I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Middle finger up to my competition I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing

2 Chainz

Good Drank

Good Drank by 2 Chainz (Ft. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

Uhh, alright I did it, hahah, yeah Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah Bond No. 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah Can't forget the kush, I'm talking OG, yeah Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (Troup) All we ever want to do is ball That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape Trying to make me a mil', so I'ma keep me a plate I told 'em shawty can leave, so I'ma keep me a rake So I'ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake Today I'm in the Maybach And that car came with some drapes You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake Yeah Good drank, big knots Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!) Drop top, no hot box 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops She said the molly give her thizz face Put the dick in her rib cage Whips out, Kunta Kinte Diamonds clear like Bombay Take your babies, no Harambe Play with keys like Doc Dre 3K like André And your girl, call her, come through You might also like It's Gucci! Huh (brr!) huh! Your trunk in the front Well check this out my top in the trunk You play with my money Then check this out, yo, poppin' the trunk Three mil in a month But I just did three years on a bunk Oh, you in a slump I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt What is your point? Square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant Lay on on my trap Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the 'Bach I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq I'm servin' I pay a bird for that He nervous, ain’t got no words for that He hurt and want all of his purses back He mixing the syrup with the Percocets She perfect and she got perky breasts I just want some of that turkey neck Trapper of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest You snitch of the year cause you told the bis' Good drank, big knots Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks Drop top, no hot box 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops She said the molly give her thizz face Put the dick in her rib cage Whips out Kunta Kinte Diamonds clear like Bombay Take your babies, no Harambe Play with keys like Doc Dre 3K like Andre And your girl, call her, come through Ayy, Mike Dean This shit hard as fuck, bruh You a living legend, I appreciate that Ayy, Guwop, I'm glad you home, cuz Quavo, you already know man You got next on these niggas double salute man True shit, 2 Chainz! Hair Weave Killer Daniel Son, the Necklace Don Chapo Jr I mean, I can go on for days

2 Chainz

Feds Watching

Feds Watching by 2 Chainz (Ft. Pharrell Williams)

98 ContributorsFeds Watching Lyrics Uh, oh, oh, oh Tomorrow, tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow (Yeah) Tomorrow, tomorrow (I’m talking right now) Tomorrow, tomorrow (I’m talking right now) Ain’t no such thing as tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow Uh, the way we living today I’m talking right now Tomorrow, tomorrow Do, do, do, do, do (2 Chainz!) Dreads hang on designer everything Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I've done seen It look clean when you pour it; I remix it make it dirty If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her "hurry" This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster And she brain wash ya -- head doctor I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching You might also like I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop top, head bopping I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop top, head bopping Grams to Grammys, two guns Yosemite Niggas put their Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B Pumping that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddling I be somewhere settling, somewhere that you have never been To the top you never been, you might need a respirator Money on the rise like I'm counting on an elevator You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas Close the docket on that ma'fucka prosecutor This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you I'm so fly I jumped out the air wearing Gucci (Tell 'em!) I'm raw, talking California Rolls Smoking California weed with California hoes (Truu!) Sending flicks to my partners in the state pen I just got some pants made out of snake skin See them shades you got on called Ray-Bans And the shades I got on cost eight bands (damn) I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop top, head bopping I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching Drop top, head bopping

2 Chainz

4 AM

4 AM by 2 Chainz (Ft. Travis Scott)

Yeah, yeah, yeah M-M-M-Murda Yeah, yeah Damn right, bro 4 AM, I'm just gettin' started For my birthday I threw me a surprise party Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter My life changed when I had my first daughter Got my first quarter flippin' 50 dollar slabs Your nigga's lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss You keep playin' with me, I end up signing your boss Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas Rock with Champagne P If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn! Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah) You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up) Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit) Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top Pop it, flick it Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt) I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt) Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah) I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah) You might also like I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh Never turn my back on my slime, ooh I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh Escobar is not open for service, ooh Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah) You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up) Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit) Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top Pop it, flick it Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt) I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt) Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah) I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah) Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck Ooh, on a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next Ooh, they talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix (Straight up) Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at? Ooh, talkin' tequila for the pipe-up Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah Drench god, drench god, really Representin', we the squad, really (Oh, yeah) Tec got the Rollie, now I get it I used to sell drugs for a living Got me a job sellin' records Had to use my jeweler for a reference Might buy a charm with the extras Might use her legs for a necklace Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah) You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up) Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit) Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top Pop it, flick it Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt) I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt) Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah) I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah) Don't stop trappin', boy Got 'bout 12 racks this mornin' Got 'bout 12 racks Started last night, still goin' 12 racks strong Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant Everybody in here pregnant, 'cept my partner and them But we gettin' this money though, I'm tellin' you that

2 Chainz

Watch Out

Watch Out by 2 Chainz

90 ContributorsWatch Out Lyrics Yo Okay All my niggas with me All my niggas with it All my niggas ballin' All my niggas athletic All my niggas A1 All got street cred All my niggas ballin' All my niggas athletic Pulled up in a Phantom Pulled off with a dancer Got a pocket full of money Kinda hard to keep my pants up Nigga tryna run them bands up Fuck a bitch with my hands up Lil Quay fuck the Xans up Kinda hard to understand her Duffle bags in the Escalade Call the bitch, there a bread truck Got the bitch going retarded Call Uber for a spare truck All these niggas never scared us All these niggas never ran up Bitch tryna put the head on me Niggas tryna put the feds on me! Niggas tryna take meds on me Everything for the players only Niggas sunny like Arizona Gunshots just for sayin' something Spraying shit like aerosol You a foul and that's a fair ball Nigga can't reach the goals Keep shootin' them damn air balls You might also like Watch out, lil bitch Watch out, lil bitch Watch out, lil bitch Uh, watch out, lil bitch You getting mad I'm getting rich! You getting mad And I'm getting rich! Watch out, lil bitch Watch out, lil bitch Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm) Hey, watch out, lil bitch You getting mad I'm getting rich You getting mad Bitch, I'm getting rich Watch out, lil ho My partners still smoke on parole They say that I'm crazy I used to talk to a stove I tell it to lock, shit, I tell it a lot Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot You know I'm comin' straight out the block You know I'm comin' straight of the top Shawty said she want 5 million 'Cause I told her to leave and called her a thot Shit, you can like it or not, damn I'm comin' straight out the pot Still got some Act' in my stock Nigga I ain't gotta lie Nigga I ain't gotta try You wavin' that thing in the sky? We wavin' that thing at your body We wavin' that thing at your eye! Look at the watch on my wrist Got 'em all watchin' my wrist Told that lil bitch I'll pass Nigga watch the assist I run the trap like the marathon You niggas softer than silicone You know what it's like when the feelin' gone I know what it's like when the ceilin' gone I had a sit down with Farrakhan Turn the White House to the Terrordome I used to serve at the Chevron I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch! Watch out, lil bitch Watch out, lil bitch Watch out, lil bitch Uh, watch out, lil bitch You getting mad I'm getting rich You getting mad And I'm getting rich Watch out, lil bitch Watch out, lil bitch Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm) Hey, watch out, lil bitch You getting mad I'm getting rich You getting mad Bitch, I'm getting rich

2 Chainz

It’s a Vibe

It’s a Vibe by 2 Chainz (Ft. Jhené Aiko, Trey Songz & Ty Dolla $ign)

Yeah, hahaha Yeah, ooh M-M-M-Murda Yah That's a vibe (that's a vibe) She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe) That's a vibe (that's a vibe) Yeah, uh (that's a vibe) That's a vibe (that's a vibe) It's a vibe (it's a vibe) That's a vibe, yeah (that's a vibe) Yeah, yeah (that's a vibe) Oh that's a vibe (that's a vibe) Oh it's a vibe (it's a vibe) That's a vibe (that's a vibe, that's a vibe, yeah, yeah) That's a vibe (that's a vibe) She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe) That's a vibe, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, that's a vibe She wanna vibe That's a vibe This shit vibe, yeah, yeah Late night Oh it's a vibe Let me slide Oh it's a vibe, yeah, yeah Dim the lights Oh it's a vibe, yeah Get high It's a vibe, oh it's a vibe, yeah You might also like It's a vibe Don't you like? Your pussy drippin' Gushin', drippin' down your thighs It's a vibe Get high Diggin' deep while I'm lookin' in your eyes Vibe is the realest I know you feel it (yah) It's a vibe (vibe) Different vibe This my vibe, nigga All the bitches like it Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah) And if you get paid, it's solely based on your performance (TRU) My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm) If you ain't got no heart, man you gonna need a donor Now I said I'm from the corner of the ATL (yah) Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right) Broke so many bales down that I'm shell shocked (bow) I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh) Got a vibe, make a yellow chick turn her neck (alright) Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check) Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi) Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace) Carbon copies get declined, I'm the pioneer Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear Any volunteers? Gas in a Ziploc, now that's loud and clear This one outta here, this is our year That's a vibe That's a vibe That's a vibe Oh that's a vibe, yeah, yeah That's a vibe It's a vibe It's a vibe That's a vibe, yeah, yeah It's a vibe Am I your type? Pussy tight Maybe I'll spend the night, yeah, yeah That's a vibe Bust it, bust it wide This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah That's a vibe It's a vibe That's a vibe Oh it's a vibe, yeah, yeah It's a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

2 Chainz

Crack

Crack by 2 Chainz

86 ContributorsCrack Lyrics Hey Jack, start that beat from the ti'nop Yeah, Based on a T.R.U. Story, uh started from the trap now I rap (yeah) no matter where im at I got crack (crack) Started from the trap, now I rap No matter where I'm at, I got crack No matter where I'm at, I got crack I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack Started from the trap, now I rap No matter where I'm at, I got crack Standing on them blocks, selling hi'nard I be going dumb, I be going retard With no regard for no br'noad Pi'nark my car, bitch I'm from Collipi'nark Southside, outside, and I'm ridin' round, I get it And I look around, they took my style Like mothafucka you trippin' Let me slow it down 'fore I get a ticket Nigga want a verse from me, it's gon' cost a chicken Rearview mirror, shake it like a stripper ho Car so big it got a stripper pole I'm balling, ballin like a give and g'no All I talk is crack, I can get the rico You might also like Started from the trap, now I rap No matter where I'm at, I got crack No matter where I'm at, I got crack I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack Started from the trap, now I rap No matter where I'm at, I got crack Shawty got some real good P'nuss If that shit stink, then she need to di'nush No I'm not a killer but no p'nush Get fucked, get slugged, bet you won't even get up This us, 2 guns in my Adidas I'm from the A, you a C+ You niggas can't even see us Ear muffs from Neiman, Marcus I'm like c'mon let's start this Keep it real my deparment Versace my garment, yeah I don't give a fi'nuck I don't give a fi'nuck Make her suck my di'nick, till that bitch hiccup And when she call my phi'none, I won't even pick up Started from the trap, now I rap No matter where I'm at, I got crack No matter where I'm at, I got crack I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack Started from the trap, now I rap No matter where I'm at, I got crack Thousand eight grams in my b'nag I be making jewels, work be moving f'nast And you need to mind your fucking bi'naz Get cash, get it fast, this a paper ti'nag New car, you are not me forget it! I got more hoes than four hoes I had a foursome for Christmas! Let me turn it down my baby mama listening Extra garlic butter I got Benihana issues Trigga finger itchin' like it's poison ivy Going so hard Viagra trying to sign me I might get an endorsement from baking soda Catch me cooking crack trying to make a Rollie! Started from the trap, now I rap No matter where I'm at, I got crack No matter where I'm at, I got crack I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack Started from the trap, now I rap No matter where I'm at, I got crack Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack All I talk is crack, I can get the RICO!

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Big Amount

Big Amount by 2 Chainz (Ft. Drake)

I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real (Buddah Bless this beat) I got a big amount, I took a different route I am the pick of the litter I was in juvy, they gave me community I had to pick up some litter I want it easy, please do not tease me I wore my Yeezys to dinner This is the season, I got the seasonin' Don't make me sprinkle you niggas I got my reasons, you wanna please me Send me the pussy, not pictures Met her this week and fucked her this evenin' She turn a freak on the liquor Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches Yeah, rock double-cross on these bitches, yeah Dearly departed, gather today On some Prince shit You know what they say Me and my safe, got a friendship Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid Gettin' laid Bitch made, took off sick days 6 trey, 6-4 bounce, bitch, bounce Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House Patty melt with the hash browns Tryna avoid all the pat-downs Tryna avoid all the lame hoes Weirdos in the background Blackout when I back out Blow the horn for a pedestrian Shawty ride like an equestrian I bought the dress that she in Red bottoms in his and hers Got a Rollie in his and hers Got a car in his and hers Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur" Last night was a blur to me This mornin' I got two with me I don't know what to do with me Goin' ape like the zoo with me Got a tool with the screw missin' Two girls in the pool kissin' Everywhere I go, the rod with me 'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy You might also like Fuck y'all niggas on, man? Duffle bag forever Just left V Live Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive Yeah Look, I got a big amount I think I'm the biggest out Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out Lit and you can't even put it out Got the Billboard melodies Rap is somethin' I do on the side Crossed over to the other side And I didn't even have to die Got the money and I never show it Let a nigga try to play heroic Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams And he say, "You bad and you know it" Better shamone with my check then I'm a J. Prince investment Niggas love to talk reckless Then see me like best friends Got the sand-colored FN And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin Five stars, nothin' less than Fuck niggas on your payroll And you let 'em know the safe code And you knew him for a month though But you call them niggas big bro You could move in the Hidden Hills And we still don't live by the same code I'm respected everywhere I go Nigga, long live Bankroll Skip the rainbow, funny style shit And it's straight to the pot of gold Somebody, everybody know 6 God with the god flow Yeah, yeah

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I Luv Dem Strippers

I Luv Dem Strippers by 2 Chainz (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

84 ContributorsI Luv Dem Strippers Lyrics Let's play big bank take little bank You are looking at a shark in a fish tank When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas First I pack back, Louis backpack Where's Paris Hilton? Where's Kat Stacks? I'm Rambo with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion Them broke hoes can't pay attention Your cutie missing, New Edition Mr. Telephone man, there's something wrong with my line When I call my baby's number, I get a click every time Every line is dope, you can snort it Working in the pot, I can make it do aerobics I'm haterphobic, they mad cause I'm winning They busy high and catching, mad cause I'm pinching All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening My weed so loud, everybody listen They say it's for the birds, so I bought a kilo My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo You might also like Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas 2 Chainz, you fucking crazy, muhfuckas know, I'm fucking crazy Fuck wrong with these bitches lately? Bitches better get on they knees and praise me Bitch, I rep that Rich Gang, where's Stunna? Where's Wayne? That's red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine Tell Tyga, lookin' for this bitch called Blac Chyna Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash Yes, that's why I'm crowned queen And I ain't lookin' for the prom king These hoes' careers ain't promising Killing these bitches, crime scene Ohh, that's how a bitch do it Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up This shit hit you in the chin, like a pull up My door so cocky, my door so stuck up Ohh, hop up out the space car Bitches, stay pressed, I call them a space bar (Bar) Man, I wish a bitch would Hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah) Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah) Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah) Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah) In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back, back, I'm fronting on you niggas Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah) Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah) Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah) Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah) In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back, back, I'm fronting on you niggas Wait I don't even think these niggas understood what the fuck I just said I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could, ya dig! 2 Chainz (Kyuh)

2 Chainz

Yuck!

Yuck! by 2 Chainz (Ft. Lil Wayne)

87 ContributorsYuck! Lyrics Yuck daddy Yuck daddy Cut the top off, call it Amber Rose Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole 2 Chainz talking on the FLX phone Poof, just like that the whole check gone Former Posturepedic I was slept on So many chains on it look like my neck gone My girl came through and brought an extra body Now that's an after party for the after party Two-gun gang, all-black Ferrari His and her Armani, put it in her tummy And yeah, the bread good if the head good Before Benihana's it was canned goods Before canned goods it was Similac I'm from where they send shots then we send em back A half a million dollars worth of crack money Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy Yeah I did it, true to my religion Two guns on me, both with extensions If you on the pole, play your position I got enough dough to pay your tuition Corduroy Trues, with the skull cap I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at And after the drugs, where the girls at And after the girls, where the love at And if it ain't no love, I'm like fuck that Nigga I'm so dope, you could catch a fucking contact You might also like Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all before The bitch got a man but she scheming on the low, how it go? It go fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers Hah, codeine, no liquor Man life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger I'm fucked, let's fuck She said she on her period, I said "Yuck" I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch Yeah, I got the chopper for the correspondents The codeine got me standing horizontal I had enough of the broken promises So I'm in a room full of Pocahontases And this shit is off the meat rack Weed sack, big car, laying with my seat back We next, we ain’t never left, hollerin' we back All this ice on me and my niggas playing freeze tag Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him I come through with the yopper on Turn that nigga into hot bologna I'm the type a nigga cop a Rollie, cop a Benz, cop a tool Then wear it all to church, nigga, halleluj' Uh, I'm from the trap where the block'll pay you Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato I be like, "You could get her", he be like, "You could get her" I be like, "You could have her", he be like, "You could have her" He be like, "It don't matter", I be like, "Me neither" Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it And I got you girl kissing on me, mwah! Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all before The bitch got a man but she scheming on the low, how it go? It go fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers Hah, codeine, no liquor Man life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger I'm fucked, let's fuck She said she on her period, I said "Yuck" I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch Yuck daddy, yuck Yuck daddy, yuck Yuck-yuck-yuck daddy Two big chains, one big chopper Two big chains, one-one big chopper Two-two big chains, one-one big chopper Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch

2 Chainz

K.O.

K.O. by 2 Chainz (Ft. Big Sean)

30 ContributorsK.O. Lyrics Yeah Yeah Okay Just try it again When I woke up this morning (Morning), all I could think about was you (You, you, you) 'Cause when I went to sleep last night, all I could think about was you (You, you, you, you) Adam and Eve, don't eat that fruit Best believe I'ma eat that, boo 'Cause I'm the nigga that told them niggas that told them niggas 'bout you (You, you, you, you) Chuck the deuce while I'm riding through (Yeah) Tity Boi, I might sign a boob (Yeah) Your nigga hating, tell your nigga that's hating that if he getting some paper, I might sign him too (Oh) Best believe I'm just sliding through Pull your panties to the side, let me slide through I can see you niggas from the side view I'm in and out the pussy, drive through (Oh) White coupe with the white rims I like to crank the top and let the light in You know she dark skin, her friend light skin Put us together and it's ice cream (Oh) Sandwich it, she can't manage it I know her man is sick, she can't handle it She need some time alone, I told her, "Call my phone", and when she called my phone, I didn't answer it (Ow) You might also like K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.) You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha) Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Knock you down) You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah) Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Ooh) K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Knock you down) You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha) Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more (Ooh) K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it) You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah) Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more Do it I was in Detroit, Michigan not too long ago, uh, visiting with some friends of mine B-I-G Okay, I'm in motion, I'm rolling and smoking And smoking and rolling like I'm locomotion I'm walking outside and I'm causing commotions Got purp' and champagne, that's a real nigga potion I'm burning bread, toasting and joking 'Cause I went from views of my mom's house to views of the ocean (Woah) Niggas talk shit, but that's free promotion I'm living my life like the end is approaching Man, fuck these niggas with a passion (Okay) I'm getting paid from the cradle to the casket (Do it) My Grandma said, "Boy, you need to read a Bible chapter" 'Til I bought her ass a house bigger than the pastor's, Hallelujah ('Lujah) You're now fucking with a bad bitch connoisseur ('Seur) My ex-girl said, "Man, the fame caught up to you" (To you) Baby, you don't still think about me (What you mean?) Wet dream about me (What you mean?) I swear you use to couldn't wait to K.O.  K.O. (K.O., Boy), K.O. (K.O., B-I-G), K.O. (K.O., Boy), K.O. (K.O., Sean Don) You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha, Yeah) Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more (Oh, yeah) K.O. (K.O., K, K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down, K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down) You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah, Boy, boy, boy) Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Ooh) K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Knock you down) You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha) Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more (Ooh) K.O. (K.O., K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it) You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah) Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Oh, yeah) Boy, boy, boy, boy

2 Chainz

Like Me

Like Me by 2 Chainz (Ft. The Weeknd)

59 ContributorsLike Me Lyrics 'Cause girl I'm just a bird Don't make me make you fall in love Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me Like me 'Cause girl, I'm just a bird Don't make me make you fall in love Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me Like me 'Cause girl I'm just a bird Girl, I'm just another bird Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me Like me (yah, uh, 2 Chainz!) They ain’t never seen a nigga like me (uh) She ain't never seen a nigga like me (uh) Chance of that is unlikely, 2 Chainz on my white T I wipe her down and I pipe her down I give my girl money to go out of town You give your girl money to go to Niketown And I one-night her, you must like her Kill niggas with one-liners, all I need is one lighter Counting so much money (so much money) I got arthritis So cold I frostbite 'em, no Pig Latin but I hog-tied 'em If she gets this dizick then I (make her fall in love) With a nigga like me I’m killing this beat Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet on my sheets On top or from the back, I thundercat like (ho!) My girl got a big purse with a purse in it And her pussy so clean, I can go to church in it! Oh Lord, O-M-G, I am the O-N-E How ya like me now? It’s cool but she want mo' D Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste And I’m bout to buy a case (le'go) You might also like 'Cause girl, I'm just a bird Don't make me make you fall in love (yeah) Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me (uh) Like me (I mean that ain't just doing it like that, baby) 'Cause girl, I'm just a bird I'm just another bird (T.R.U.) Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me (uh) Like me (yeeeeeah!) Bon apetite, they obsolete You know talk is cheap so don't say a word Cheep, cheep, chicken talk, I’m flipping birds, fuck y'all Mustard, ketchup, I take pills, expert Kitchen all pyrexed up, if my dick talked, it would say "Next up!" Me and yo girl networked, now she wanna know my net worth Wood grain, chestnut, titty fuck, chest nut! Move shit, UPS truck, pull a lil' out n out the rest up Competition need to rest up (make her fall in love) I aim at ya head, put the vest up, matter fact put the vest up! This shit I’m shootin is penetrating, you don’t want this situation Tall nigga with a short temper I do this for niggas who never had shit And now I got me a bad bitch That got a bad bitch that got a bad bitch "T.R.U. Story", high like, two stories 2 Chainz and Tity Boi, nigga, that’s two stories, who want it? Hair Weave Killer, they like "you want it" I go swimming in that pussy, 'bout to throw a pool party 'Cause girl, I'm just a bird Don't make me make you fall in love Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me Like me 'Cause girl, I'm just a bird Girl, I'm just another bird Don't make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me Like me

2 Chainz

Used 2

Used 2 by 2 Chainz

61 ContributorsUsed 2 Lyrics I still fuck 'em like I used to I need to put that shit on YouTube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Single ladies come and have my baby I still fuck 'em like I used too I need to put that shit on YouTube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady Yeah, I'm the nigga, yeah, don't forget it, yeah Gold Nefertiti , yeah, Lamborghini, yeah Man in my city, yeah, they call me Tity, yeah Bad bitch with me, yeah, she's sidity, yeah Got her hair fixed, yeah, kinda thick, yeah Shawty known to strip, yeah, for the rent, yeah Tryna do a split, yeah, oh shit, yeah Can you do a split, yeah? On a dick, yeah? You can’t do it with a dick in you You can’t do it like that with a dick in you, uh You can't do it with a dick in you You can’t do it like that with a dick in you, bitch! You might also like I still fuck 'em like I used to I need to put that shit on YouTube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Single ladies come and have my baby I still fuck 'em like I used too I need to put that shit on YouTube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady Watch how I grab her, yeah, I'mma stab her, yeah Put it in her bladder, yeah, don't compare me, yeah Flyin' out to Cali, yeah, in my Ballys, yeah We go to Miami, yeah, that my family, yeah ATL my hood, yeah, understood, yeah Shout out to New Orleans, yeah, it's all good, yeah Watch how I do, yeah, I'm a fool, yeah Shawty want that wood, yeah,that pussy good, yeah Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it, bitch! I still fuck 'em like I used to I need to put that shit on YouTube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Single ladies come and have my baby I still fuck 'em like I used too I need to put that shit on YouTube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady Get low like this Get low like this Up, do it, up, shake it Wipe, down, outfit I get money like I used to Chains on, I use two Guns on me like I used to I'll fuck ya ass on YouTube (a million views!) I still fuck 'em like I used to I need to put that shit on YouTube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Single ladies come and have my baby I still fuck 'em like I used too I need to put that shit on YouTube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

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I Do It

I Do It by 2 Chainz (Ft. Drake & Lil Wayne)

98 ContributorsI Do It Lyrics Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em I got a problem, with these niggas I got a problem, with these bitches Trigger finger, keep itchin' Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah Yeah! Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified Time to go to work, no suit and tie Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' out the telly My nigga did a dime and he back already Got that sack already, man we got them racks already As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already Three niggas with me, me myself and I God don't like ugly, you should testify My T-shirt come from Bergdorf I make so much on a verse I take the third off Bird call, swerve off Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all You might also like Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em I got a problem, with these niggas I got a problem, with these bitches Trigger finger, keep itchin' Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah Drank in my cup holder, hope this shit don't spill Pull up in the new edition and that's word to Johnny Gill How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill? I have no imagination, everything I do for real Bitch I'm camouflaged, down put your camera phone down If she got a ass and the girl a fan, it's going down I'ma fuck you like I've been waiting a century for it Give the pussy up and I'll trade you the memory for it In the bedroom forever, that's what her roommate will tell you Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you He might call up Patricia, she 'bout to call up Melissa Tell 'em come to the cribbo and do them both, double dribble I'm colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos I put the gun to the pillow, I don't want blood on my clothes Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh, shoutout to all of my hoes (Tunechi) That's just how my OG would sum it up I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up It's just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain's never tucked though If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga fuck y'all Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em I got a problem, with these niggas I got a problem, with these bitches Trigger finger, keep itchin' Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro And she know I'm a pothead, that pussy like a pothole I’m colder than a snotnose, man all these hoes is my hoes And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in Niggas lying, they pretend, don’t cross that line, it's paper thin High as a star, make a wish, I’m a shark, I ate the fish I got no heart, I hate that bitch You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch Will jump a nigga like a chessboard Do a drive by while you riding on your skateboard, uh They ain't even know it Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet Then I take her to the crib, man, fuck that bitch right on the step Put it in and take it back out, then I back out Hair-Hair Weave Killer known to snatch the fucking track out Put me in the ga-game coach, I'm the antidote Pull up, kick, throw and take the money, and the dope True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane, and a boat I am so cold, I need a cover, and a coat Kick it at the mall, call it football If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all (Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3) Right now it's me time (A little time for myself y'all) Me time (Oh yeah) Right now it's me time (Don't want no one else now) Me time Bitch please don't call my phone (don't call my phone) Said I wanna be left alone (be left alone) Please, please don't stop by my home (stop by my home) No, no cause I feel it's just a matter of time 'Til you people make me lose my mind I'm 'bout to leave this world behind, yeah, yeah Right now it's me time (You need to go kick rocks now) Me time

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Fork

Fork by 2 Chainz

86 ContributorsFork Lyrics Mama, MAMA! (Wha, What!) You get that money out my pants last night? (Boy! Naw I ain't get no money out yo pants! And quit yellin' at me!!) Ain't nobody hollin' at you! I had a dream that rap wouldn't work I woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold I got Medusa on my sneakers My dick up like "nice to meet ya" 100K for a feature, hundred K's at my leisure Then we aim at your people I be higher than a eagle When I'm sipping on that codeine Free my nigga Sigel Ridin' on a jet, headin' to that Costa Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa If I die tonight, you gon' see some flexin' ghostas I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota Man I'm running up that check, show you how I do it I drink red bitches, I don't drink Red Bulls Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some I'm all that and then some, my trap house is my income And it's booming You might also like I had a dream, rap wouldn't work Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold 2 Chainz! I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean I gotta keep my kitchen clean God bless me like I'm finna sneeze Doctor weigh me on a triple beam D-boy in parenthesis All gold in my amenities 2 Chainz, two pinky rings My trigger finger's like a lemon squeeze (Baow!) Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick I'm so high, your whore get hijacked And my vision is Pyrex I do it big like a 5X Killed they ass with the eyepatch I got bad bitches on my side I done fucked around and got sidetracked My first night, I spent five stacks Next night I forgot to count I'm so hot; who gon' put the fire out? I'm the fireman, I put fire out Got a pole in my basement Tipped your girl like Maliah now Ridin' on these motherfucka's until they blow my tires out, uh My wrist deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, wrist?" My stove deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, stove?" All this jewelry on then I'm out cold So much money on me, it won't even fold! I had a dream, rap wouldn't work Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold So much money on me, it won't even fold

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Dresser (Lil Boy)

Dresser (Lil Boy) by 2 Chainz (Ft. Young Thug)

53 ContributorsDresser (Lil Boy) Lyrics .454, I pull up on niggas, I tell 'em lets get it Niggas they talkin' on Twitter, you niggas you know you gon get it Benjamin Franklin, niggas know that I keep it 100 Got me a new clip for my .223 and that bitch hold a hundred I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nike's Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do everything except bite it I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous Spent 20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin Over 1 mil in this room, bitch, I kinda sound like a Pisces Lil bitch you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin' Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a riot I ain't got no pussy all week, I'm on that "bitch, suck my dick" diet Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester' Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra Put them beams on your face, have 'em lookin' like freckles Dammit man, I do not know Tar but I'm having Xan's My bitch pussy wet like it's wetting rain This bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah Got Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet Traphouse filled up with Ziploc Use to get my living room suite from Big Lots In a strip club with some flip-flops Thought it's the time, baby it's not Got a lotta windows on my crib, nigga Bout to put that motherfucker in a tint shop You might also like Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Who killed little boy, who killed little boy? Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape From misery, no way out from that hell I'm bout to give these niggas what they ask for I used to have to argue with my land lord Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi Bitch gotta have at least a handful All my cribs came with a damn pool Used to stash work in my camel Young 6'5" with the handle If you don't watch Atlanta then you need to turn the channel See I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom Front grill looking like it's dancin' (it is) Put some stacks on your head little boy (lil boy) Yeah they 'bout to call you the grandson (lil boy) Pussy nigga gonna need a tampon (lil boy) Put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy) Keep a bankroll on me, nigga By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on All my cars I done put rims on 'em I done touched down, no end zone All that bitch do is run her mouth, nigga On the right but that bitch got a Sprint phone (hello?) Man she got about 100 acres Enough yard for me to put a couple Benz's on And I just pop me a perc I might fuck that bitch with my Timbs on (Truuuuuu)

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Blue Cheese

Blue Cheese by 2 Chainz (Ft. Migos)

74 ContributorsBlue Cheese Lyrics 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my Off Whites I've been drinkin' codeine all night Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I'm offended I called, she ain't pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy I'm in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!) I'm going wildebeest, all on my enemies Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine Off with they head Known to pull off and get head Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin' the bed I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh! I am still gettin' this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh! Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh! I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH! 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my Off Whites I've been drinkin' codeine all night Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs You might also like Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids 10 racks on me that's mall money I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it Get on top, she act a dog with it I'm on this drink need to slow down Racks in back it won't slow down You had a sack but it's gone now Safari diamond, money long now Better wake up, smell the coffee Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me You was my mans but you lost me Poppin xans, I'm exhausted Cookie smellin like a mosh pit Pop a perk, kinda nauseous 50 pointer, shit colossus Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive We go live, smoke this dope and ride We too fly, bad bitches in the archive Oh so high, money make me so high 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my Off Whites I've been drinkin' codeine all night Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs I'm havin blue cheese And I'ma get it by any means Flexing on niggas like Hercules Fucking on bitches with double D's I met the plug, got 100 keys Give me that block and I gotta seize These niggas sick of me, wanna get rid of me I'm at the top and they under me I hit the lot and don't ask for the tag Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads Flex in my Off Whites with Benjamin Franklin Put the rest of that blue cheese in the bag My life I'm livin it fast One thing I cannot do is go out sad They know me but don't know my past And if you know me you know I'm about my cash The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!) Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I'm Taz Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl car Had to bring out that bag 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my Off Whites I've been drinkin' codeine all night Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs Blue cheese in my Off Whites I've been drinkin' codeine all night Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs When you wake up in the morning When you wake up in the morning Blue cheese in my Off Whites Blue cheese in my Off Whites (Uhh, uhh) Boy, my uncle 12 shawty I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty And he got suspended 'Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

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Where U Been

Where U Been by 2 Chainz (Ft. Cap-1)

73 ContributorsWhere U Been Lyrics I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9 Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain't I cool nigga, ain't I? You looking at a star that's spaced out Trying to take my style then take off I go to work with no days off, everything all paid off Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? Bought a new crib just to fuck you in Bought a new crib just to fuck you in Bought a new crib just to fuck you in I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt If you wrote a autobiography, you'd have to sue yourself Yo' lying ass, codeine in my wine glass I know you had a wild past, I ain't fucked you in a while with yo' wild ass I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat I'm working this iPhone, they need an app called iTrap I trap, shining like a night lamp I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch Got that presidential in a residential white house Nigga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out, come on You might also like I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? Bought a new crib just to fuck you in Bought a new crib just to fuck you in Bought a new crib just to fuck you in I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? {Verse 3: Cap-1} Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty To hundred, my niggas get money, I want it Ride through the city, my niggas got choppers My bitch, she's so pretty, that's my Pocahontas Everything on me, I shine like a trophy Run up a check while they watch out for police Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie That Cali Ferrari, I'm feeling like Kobe T-R-U, that's to the death of me, nigga Killers on the right and left of me, nigga My destiny, nigga, to get all this money I can't, I can't share that whole recipe with ya My nigga told me "Get 'em, get it?" I got 'em Stand on that couch and just drink out the bottle That .40 got hollows, that bitch, she gon' swallow Get to that money, I'm King of Chicago Bought a new crib just to fuck you in Bought that Benz just to fuck your friends Giuseppe's 900 with the gold bars Everything about me raw like a dope charge I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? I been getting money, where the fuck you been? Bought a new crib just to fuck you in Bought a new crib just to fuck you in Bought a new crib just to fuck you in I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?

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Bigger Than You

Bigger Than You by 2 Chainz (Ft. Drake & Quavo)

92 ContributorsBigger Than You Lyrics 2 Chainz (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) Yeah, VIP my squad (Yeah), drop off all the gang (Yeah) VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain (Squad) VIP my squad (Yeah, squad), drop off all the gang (Yeah) VIP the lane (Skrrt, yeah), VIP the chain Uh, yeah, baller alert Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp) Uh, yeah, follow alert Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked Uh, yeah, profit come first I whip the baby, the baby gon' burp (Whip it) Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo) I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh This shit bigger than you (hey), I'm takin' on a new path (Uh) Making them bricks take a bath (Woo) Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah) Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you, yeah) Must be bulletproof (Brrrp) This shit bigger than you (It big) This shit bigger than you Chain so big, should have came with a kick stand Fuck with me, I got a retainer on a hit man (bop) Barely came up out the mud like quicksand (barely) I show you how to get millions, nigga, that's a mil plan, now Uh, yeah, ring the alarm, Cartier bracelets on all of my arms Uh, yeah, halo my son, in the wheelchair, and I still perform (uh) I don't make excuses, you know that I'm hungry, I still got the juice (uh) You set it off like Cleo, I set it off like Boosie You might also like Uh, yeah, baller alert Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (brrrrp) Uh, yeah, follow alert Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked Uh, yeah, profit come first I whip the baby, the baby gon' burp (whip it) Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (woo) I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh This shit bigger than you (hey) I'm takin' on a new path (uh) Making the bricks take a bath (woo) Lil biddy bitch, do the math (yeah) Lil nigga, who are you? (who you?) Must be bulletproof (brrrp) (bye) This shit bigger than you (it big) This shit bigger than you Young champagne checkin' in, man, Tity Boi shit ringin' off 'Member I was on pre-paid, I would act like my shit was ringin' off 'Member shorty told me she thought the raps good but the singing's off Watch on Young Dro now, man, boi-oing shit blingin' off Where the racks at? (Racks) All I know is they keep comin' to me like a flashback, nigga, what? (What?) Half a million out in Vegas, it ain't no blackjack, nigga, naw (Naw) Quavo Sinatra, but we could never be the Rat Pack, nigga, naw Uh, yeah, baller alert Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp) Uh, yeah, follow alert Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked Uh, yeah, profit come first I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (Whip it) Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo) I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh This shit bigger than you (Hey) I'm takin' on a new path (Uh) Making the bricks take a bath (Woo) Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah, tell 'em) Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you?) Must be bulletproof (Brrrp, bye) This shit bigger than you (It big) This shit bigger than you Touchscreen on my cars, vintage one to two I just bought a watch that's plain like a Dickie suit (Plain) I sip some red wine, and chased it with the '42 They asked me what I call millions, comin' soon Yeah (Yeah), I just cashed out (Uh) Ain't got time for a beef, I'm a cash cow (Tell 'em) When I was in juvie, I made 'em back out (Back that ass up) It was 400 degrees, you would have passed out (Ooh) Uh, yeah, baller alert Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp) Uh, yeah, follow alert Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked (Yeaaaah) Uh, yeah, profit come first I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (Whip it) Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo) I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh This shit bigger than you (Hey) I'm takin' on a new path (Uh) Making the bricks take a bath (Woo) Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah) Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you?) Must be bulletproof (Brrrp) (Bye) This shit bigger than you (It big) This shit bigger than you VIP my squad (Yeah), drop off all the gang (Yeah) VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain (Squad) VIP my squad (Yeah, yeah), drop off all the gang (Yeah) VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain

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Bounce

Bounce by 2 Chainz (Ft. Lil Wayne)

3 Chainz, oww Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened Fingers in napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic? Catch you in traffic, you sitting Daffy like stealing candy My ceiling’s absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin’, my gills are flappin’ I bit some matches then sipped some gas and went kiss a dragon I’m really rappin’, no finger snappin’, I’m pistol packin’ Y’all niggas slippin’, my swag is drippin’, so here’s a napkin What’s really happnin’? Verbal attackin’, I’m showing passion Know what I mean, see I’m the king like I’m from Akron I’m going overboard, somebody call the captain And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones I’m so high I can sing to a chandelier My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin’, the SWAT is comin’ AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin', aim at ya nugget My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnets, honey Knock on the side door three times and have your money Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie I’m having lunch with Italian Sonny, don’t ask the subject Lord, why you took Rabbit from me? He say, "Don't ask me nothing" Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin', I heard they stung you It’s gon' be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don't even mumble You might also like I’m back to ballin', I'm in the back full of magnums only Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and caster oil That's codeine, turn your guillotine to a fashion show In four minutes I'll turn this into forensics In a foreign car with a foreign broad that’s long winded Paper long and you taking long, you just don't get it Hung the phone up on Satan, told me he want a song with me Hotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950s In a van full of some niggas and white bitches Get pulled over for swervin’ like, "Hi, officer" When he ask me why I was swerving, "I’m high, officer" I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner I change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your Saturn I bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladder I make her straddle then gather and calculate the data I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle I play the shadows, don’t play no games, I straight get at ‘em I’m on the chronic all day like it’s my favorite album A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer If I don’t get the car first, I’ll have a temper tantrum I’m innovative, I demonstrated, this nickle plated I don’t care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy then kiss the baby Get situated, get keys off table then leave her 80 I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger Won’t wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures I’m so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail I feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah I’m doing this shit like whatever When I go I’mma leave for the better I told her you dig like a shovel I want a Ferrari in yellow Just so I can match all my yellow bitches I been a playa since elementary I got more bars than a penitentiary I got a clip that hang several inches I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself I can make it bounce by myself

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Realize

Realize by 2 Chainz (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

I'm gonna cause pandemonium Pick up the paper, custodian This how Prince met Apollonia Tryna fill up California kings Hydrocodeine with the Visine Master bedroom on the right wing This a Philippe not a Breitling Fuck her to sleep, she had pipe dreams Yeah, this is the king of the trap Yeah, I pull it straight out the hat Yeah, everyone better take cover Yeah, got rappers under attack Uh, my daughters inherit arrogance And they intelligent, that's a fact Bought me a car February 1st You already know it was black on black I cover my scars with the tats on tats You better back back, rat-tat-tat-tat-tat I pass you a joint, better pass it back I went to Montgomery, with packs on back Sent her to the store for some plastic bags Sent her to the store for some rubber bands I started pitching so easy I throw the work to you underhand Underworld, underground, underline I'm underdog and you under mine This here ain't no once upon a time This really happened for real Can't even trust our own government Aw man fuck all that humble shit Mumbling Man fuck all that mumble shit You might also like Realize A lot of these niggas tell real lies They not about shit in real life And thats something that I had to realize (Realize) I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it (reco-reco-recogni-i-ize) They see me winning and now they dont liiike it (Yeah, I know they dont like it) Act like they love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it Yo I went and copped a ring I call this rock, Dwayne Johnson, stop the playin' Man, I cannot complain I left my shades in Atlanta so I told my pilot to stop the plane He bust a U in the air She say she doin' it, where? She wanna sit in my chair But she could never be my heir Checks, clear, Bible, swear They ain't buggin', I go off Asahd Khaled with the cloth Dwayne Carter of the north Dwayne Wade in the fourth New dream house for mommy Keep 'Caiah in Armani Putting my nieces through college This for Kellise and Imani Look at these niggas I put on All of these niggas I'm good on My own two, what I stood on That's why their necks what I'm keepin' my foot on I've been winning 8 years consistently, at least respect it Papoose wrote a Ether record But I broke Aretha record See this is chess, not checkers You can not check the checkers Did Nas clear that "Ether" record? Nah, but I broke Aretha record Realize A lot of these niggas tell real lies They not about shit in real life And thats something that I had to realize (Realize) I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it (reco-reco-recogn-i-ize) They see me winning and now they dont liiike it (Yeah, I know they dont like it) Act like they love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate I had to reco-reco-recogn-i-ize it

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PROUD

PROUD by 2 Chainz (Ft. Offset & YG)

62 ContributorsPROUD Lyrics Yeah, do it for the hood, nigga, rep Yeah, Soufside with an F 'cause I'm fresh Do it for the hood, nigga, rep Soufside with an F 'cause I'm fresh Tryna make my momma proud, uh I ain't tryna let my momma down (yah) I'm just tryna make my momma proud, uh I ain't fuckin' 'round with you (uh, uh, uh) T.R.U. University, I pull it up and murk a beat Momma house was filled up with bags of Hercules (strong) Soon as I finished pissin', I put the seat down Or my momma'd be cussin' my damn ass out Only child, no siblings, no besties I couldn't do nothin' right like a lefty (woo) Bought my momma's first house with the juug money (alright) Bought my momma's second house with the club money (show) Me and momma used to trap out the same house (same house) Used to eat and go to sleep on the same couch (same couch) Me and momma got busted at the same time (same time) Went to court and told judge the damn same lies (same lies) I can tell momma proud of her only son 2 Chainz, I have always worn more than one Yeah I'm real, I'm ill, you know, you gotta feel You poppin' pills, I'm rarer than two dollar bills You might also like Yeah, I'm just tryna make my momma proud (make my momma proud, yeah) I ain't tryna let my momma down (down, down, down) Yeah, I'm just tryna make my momma proud, yeah (proud, yeah) I ain't tryna let my momma down (down, down, down) Yeah, momma ain't raise no ho, one more time Yeah, my momma ain't raise no ho Yeah, yeah, yeah, momma ain't raise no ho Yeah, yeah, momma ain't raise no ho 4Hunnid! My momma ain't raise no ho (no ho) 'Cause my momma ain't no ho (no ho) My momma ain't raise no ho (no ho) Drop a pin and in ten we at your door, nigga Ho bitches gettin' fucked on the floor They cold-hearted so you gotta do 'em cold These hoes and my momma can't get along (why?) 'Cause my momma ain't no ho I was runnin' up a check with the homies on the disk I was fuckin' up the pork, I ain't ever do the feds Got some YGs from the gang, they'll do you for a check And you know I'm gang gang 'cause that's the only thing I rep Ayy, momma When I leave the house it's for them dollars You are the reason I bought that choppa 'Cause I know you wanna see me come home proper Soon as I get right I said I gotcha then I gotcha 4Hunnid! Yeah, I'm just tryna make my momma proud (make my momma proud, yeah) I ain't tryna let my momma down (down, down, down) Yeah, I'm just tryna make my momma proud, yeah (proud, yeah) I ain't tryna let my momma down (down, down, down) Yeah, momma ain't raise no ho, one more time Yeah, my momma ain't raise no ho Yeah, yeah, yeah, momma ain't raise no ho Yeah, yeah, momma ain't raise no ho Momma taught me how to get that bankroll (momma) Yeah, vault up in my loft in case the bank closed (vault, yeah) Momma ain't have it all, we wore the same clothes (have it all) I kicked the door, I kicked the door, I risked it all for dough (kicked the door) I found that .44, it turned me to an animal (4, 4) Got that wide load, niggas wasn't even compatible (wide load) Choppa firin', it soundin' just like a rattler .223 caliber, you ain't in my caliber (oh, oh) Momma told me pray 'cause they'll keep givin' me these bucks (bucks) Sit on that G6, I'm flyin' high, Aladdin on the rug (momma) I put Goyard on my momma (Goyard) Every nigga, not cha partner, son, when you come up (come up) All them bitches in your face, son, they are piranhas Stay up out the way, but beat him if he run up (run up) Mike Jack in his prime with Madonna I'm just tryna bring her to my momma (momma) Yeah, I'm just tryna make my momma proud (make my momma proud, yeah) I ain't tryna let my momma down (down, down, down) Yeah, I'm just tryna make my momma proud, yeah (proud, yeah) I ain't tryna let my momma down (down, down, down) Yeah, momma ain't raise no ho, one more time Yeah, my momma ain't raise no ho Yeah, yeah, yeah, momma ain't raise no ho Yeah, yeah, momma ain't raise no ho Do it for the hood, nigga, rep Southside with an F 'cause I'm fresh Do it for the hood, nigga, rep Southside with an F 'cause I'm fresh

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Extremely Blessed

Extremely Blessed by 2 Chainz (Ft. The-Dream)

28 ContributorsExtremely Blessed Lyrics Baby let's roll away Get lost in the day I love that you love what you do And just like any girl, baby I'll love you the same I know you gotta go, the DJ is calling you to the stage Go ahead baby, do your thing Honey complexion Body of a goddess 22s on the Lexus, named Alexis By the way of Texas Big face Rolexes While she's undressing, man I'm stressing She's extremely blessed Extremely blessed Give us this day our daily bread If you a chicken head, go somewhere and lay some eggs I make you, make your bed, take that head I got a move that will break your leg, know what I’m talking about Known to kill pussy, nigga chalk it out Our first date was the Waffle House Different day, different escapades If they don’t like it they opinions like Escalade's Everybody got one You might also like Honey complexion Body of a goddess 22s on the Lexus, named Alexis By the way of Texas Big face Rolexes While she's undressing, man I'm stressing She's extremely blessed Extremely blessed Yeahh She slow grinded the whole time I told her have a seat, you sitting on a gold mine Big ass, long hair, thick thighs Eat Lobster tail like French Fries I’m the type to buy you a car for the fifth time This skinny nigga doing big time Oh wait, dinner dates I demonstrate how to penetrate If you ain’t wit it, then its elimi-date Honey complexion Body of a goddess 22s on the Lexus, named Alexis By the way of Texas Big face Rolexes While she's undressing, man I'm stressing She's extremely blessed Extremely blessed Baby let’s roll away Get lost in this day Say it’s okay Come to me Extremely blessed

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GOOD Morning

GOOD Morning by 2 Chainz (Ft. Andrea Martin)

35 ContributorsGOOD Morning Lyrics Im getting this nigga in the morning He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh! Okay I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel On my GOOD Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo Four doors of ammo, this ammunition I’m pitching To make your body switch another position And listen, my weed loud, fuck her and speed off Tell 'em I bare arms, I'm cuttin my sleeves off Lettin' my tats show and I sag my pants Im letting my ass show, I'm hot as tabasco I study, Castro, yeah, my plug from Cuba Inside of the car is like a damn computer Inside of the crib is like a damn museum You ain't seen these before, you better get 'em on film Tryin to take these fat pockets, man your chances are slim Disrespect, you stomp em out, man give em a Tim You ain't did what I did, see I know I'mma win And they dont have slow-motion so I did it again Woah! Im getting this nigga in the morning He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh! You might also like Okay I'm sittin' on the plane, flying over graves I am so high, nigga I can talk to rain My outfit's insane, ain't that evident? My chain had another chain like it was pregnant My favorite dish is turkey lasagna Even my pajamas designer She got a fat ass I make her rewind Back seat so big I press recline Got a dirty sprite in my cup holder Rappers like road kill, they get run over They get done over, it's just one solider This flow will make you fall like its October Me and your girl, nigga opposite of sober Celine Paris chain charm look like a cobra Young Casanova, Baby Romeo I got my girl geeked, she look like she from Tokyo Im getting this nigga in the morning He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

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Rule the World

Rule the World by 2 Chainz (Ft. Ariana Grande)

58 ContributorsRule the World Lyrics Yeah Uh-huh (Hitmaka) 2 Chainz Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Yeah) Prayin' he make it home like I'm used to it Prayin' he make it home, I got used to it (Used to it) Prayin' he make it home like I'm used to it Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it Prayin' he make it home, I got used to it Prayin' he make it home like he used to I realized we could rule the world I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Yeah Fell in love with a real one, this a dedication (Wow) Had 'em patiently waitin' for a revelation Even when I ain't around, ain't no separation Your skin's smooth, your eyes brown and you're far from basic Then we go to different places with no suitcases (Wow) But when we come back, we got suitcases (Yeah) Right now I use love for a medication (Love) Back in the day I'd shoot Cupid with no hesitation (Bow, bow) I got more than 40 acres for my reparations Pussy on my navigation, that's my destination (Tell 'em) Please don't never tell on me, baby (Never tell) That mean don't call 12 on me, baby (Don't call 12) As long as the meal prepared for me, baby (It's prepared) The mills I prepare, I share with you, baby (Share) Of course they gon' like this shit, look at it (Look) Everybody ain't happy, then look at me You might also like Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Used to it) Prayin' he make it home like I'm used to it Prayin' he make it home, I got used to it Prayin' he make it home like I'm used to it (Yeah) Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it Prayin' he make it home, I got used to it (Wow) Prayin' he make it home like he used to (Wow, tell 'em, baby) I realized we could rule the world I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Why don't we ride four deep Rode so far, we on E She on E, she on me (Yeah, yeah) Let's try that way... okay Shawty came in, walkin' like a model Shaped like a bottle She know if she mess with me, it's gon' be trouble I'ma bust that bubble I'ma always love her, mess up all the covers (Yeah, yeah) Watch me break it down like a foldin' chair See me in the Chain Reactions, I got 40 pair Sorry I ain't answer the phone, I was slappin' ass Last night ain't answer, I was pullin' hair Y'all know me, so lowkey All this ice on, I got cold feet My shawty bad, she a trophy She like to lay on me and call me cozy (Yeah) Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it Prayin' he make it home like I'm used to it Prayin' he make it home, I got used to it (Pray for me) Prayin' he make it home like I'm used to it (Alright) Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Skrrt) Prayin' he make it home, I got used to it (Skrrt) Prayin' he make it home like he used to I realized we could rule the world I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Skrrt (Yeah) Yeah I'ma trap it out one way or another (Yee) Yeah (Oh) One thing about love, they say it's blind No matter where you're from You gon' bump into it one day Tru

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Momma I Hit a Lick

Momma I Hit a Lick by 2 Chainz (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

91 ContributorsMomma I Hit a Lick Lyrics I want it, I want it, I want it-it-it-it Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (Yeah, what?) Wake up, Count Chilly (What?) I'm up, Count Chilly (Up) Tell my mama I hit a lick Tell my mama I hit a lick (Lick) Huh, mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick I’m comin', baby, send the address Progress, never digress (Never) Your last one didn't pass the fly test (Test) I eat rappers, no digest Fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (Yeah) Money taller than a giraffe (Tall) Feng shui by the mic stand Have you ever had two one-night stands? (Have you ever?) I’m a emperor, very sinister Somewhere smokin' on indica (Mmm) Fox on me like Vivica (Mmm) I pray for before meals, spiritual Wack ace, bet a big face (Yeah) They want my spot, they wanna switch place (Yeah) They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (Yeah) Baow, baow, straight to the face (Bow) I'm takin' my lawyer the whole briefcase (Whole) Makin' a play in the police face They was like, "Man, he fresh" I was like, "Go, DJ" (Go) When they played your new shit I was like, "No, DJ" (No) You can go on and skip that I buy a house and flip that You might also like Chilly, chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Count it) Wake up, Count Chilly I'm up, Count Chilly Tell my mama I hit a lick (Hit it) Tell my mama I hit a lick Huh, mama, I hit a lick (Huh) Mama, I hit a lick (Ahh) Fall off in this bitch, I ball off in this bitch My commas hit the floor, you crawl off in this bitch I threw a hundred more, you stall off in this bitch And then I vámonos, applaud me in this bitch C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch Man, y'all not in this bitch, y'all are not familiar Y’all are immigrants, the law not in this bitch, I Fuck the opp, no competitor Got into it with my bitch last night She was right, but I had to get at her Two popped bands and they dance on my waist Hit the face, that’s the editor I don't take pics on a jet, lil nigga This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard Sit you roody-poos in the nosebleed Now my pockets holding big protein Big, big protein (Protein) I leveled up past Fab Five Your favorite rapper Desperate Housewives Playin’ with me get you chastised Milk 'em all 'til I'm satisfied They didn’t fall for it, strategize Switch the flow 'cause they know niggas like identity theft Oh, you got like me? (Say less) Oh, you pop like me? (Say less) Mask keep a nigga (In check) Huh, swag keep a nigga (With checks) Huh, tags on my wall (Success) Huh, played the underdog, now flex (Now flex) Chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly), chilly (Chilly) Wake up, Count Chilly I'm up, Count Chilly Tell my mama I hit a lick (Lick) Tell my mama I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick

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El Chapo Jr.

El Chapo Jr. by 2 Chainz

29 ContributorsEl Chapo Jr. Lyrics I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya I wear Versace like it's Nike, you don't like it do you I bet you feel this bankroll if I bump into you, oh yeah Chopper bullets flying errywhere, pop pop pop Got them chopper bullets flying errywhere, uh .223 chopper clip as long as Stacey Augmon In the restaurant I order 2 fried lobsters Napkin on my Balmains, smokin' with lil mama Like fuck your baby daddy, his daddy should've worn a condom All these grams on me, all these bands on me Make her want to dance on me and put her hands on me Sprinter van on me, I got them xans on me Driveway so damn long by the time I leave I'm damn asleep You might also like I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya I done put so many on I can't fall off Trying to see how much the West End Mall costs, oh yeah I might buy a Maybach and paint it all gold Buy a crib fill the rooms up with all stoves Wish I could tell you what she doing to me Pocket full of money that's bluer than the sea I feel like I just paid off the plug Drop the top off the whip, hair-line receding High last night so I woke up this evening Can't pimp me so don't you tip me Rims on the car make it six feet So I can park the car wherever the blimps be I want a bird for my birthday, I drink syrup with no pancakes Yeah, bitches round my pool, I make them hoe look like my landscape Yeah, El Chapo J R R, multicolor A.R. rules Looking like I play ball, tell 'em keep they day jobs I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya

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U Da Realest

U Da Realest by 2 Chainz

45 ContributorsU Da Realest Lyrics I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You the realest, ain't no gimmicks, I got illness If this rap game is my building, I got tenants, I got tenants I got "gettin' it" in my spirit, I'm winning to the end And I just made me some millions and this only the beginning Rest in peace to all my niggas, they died while they was servin' Rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service I dive in her cervix, chickens, no Church's Never seen a man cry 'til you seen a man die: closed curtain Closed casket, blasted, breathe again, Braxton Heart filled with passion, neck filled with mansions Nonchalant and sarcastic, my bank roll gigantic School of hard knocks, I am the man on this campus I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You might also like I can't explain it, how I'm getting to the payments Rest in peace to my nigga, God bless all his babies And he gettin' so much money, I know this shit sound crazy But he coulda retired and he was born in the 80's And my hair look I'm from Haiti, haters say I act funny I'm on my baby, I'm about my cash money I'm tryna get meals like I'm past hungry Got two or three "Rest In Peace" tats on me What's really real? Just left the dealership Pull your girl off my car, that's that whip appeal I'm 'bout to milk the game, Enfamil Hit the girl with my two's, Benadryl I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg

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Spend It (Remix)

Spend It (Remix) by 2 Chainz (Ft. T.I.)

28 ContributorsSpend It (Remix) Lyrics I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it It's mine, I spend it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I am smoking on exotic, my girl ain't got no stomach Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred I ask her is she working, she ask me do I want it I say when I went to school bitch money was the subject I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it It's mine, I spend it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it You might also like I'm riding around on my side of town, boxing gloves I beat the trial I had the coke I had a smile, I had a coat for every style Crocodile the gator type, I'm allergic to the hater type I take ya wife, give her back, 9 months after that, SIMILAC! Similar the saying, mama's baby daddy's maybe When we had sex I was in a Mercedes And I ain't crazy, but if that's my baby Then we gonna have to name the little baby Mercedes The money that I'm making I don't see you like I'm blind I'd rather spend money baby I don't spend time My pockets on full, and so is my gas tank And all my cars got gas in the ashtray I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it It's mine, I spend it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around on my side of town wit' my dubs up and my window down It's the king homie I'm on one, them suckers know they don't want none Steady repping that one son, Bankhead, Cedar Hills I'm on Simpson Road and I'm going over to pick up some dough from in Adamsville My seat white, my paint tight, spray candy red the same at the wheel Got a bag of pills in my stash spot, steady whipping them racks out Got a quarter-mil in my Louis bag if you wanna know what that sack 'bout Still rep for them have-nots, try me homie you assed out I got Striver's Row in my denim tag and Akoo shit, new kicks Supersport on deuces, bumping that Trap Muzik I'm super-paid, I'm Gucci, 2 cute chicks who do tricks Stay out of my business, when I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it I'm riding around and I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it It's mine, I spend it, it's mine, I spend it It's mine, I spend it, I'm riding around and I'm getting it

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Riot

Riot by 2 Chainz

60 ContributorsRiot Lyrics Spinz, what's happening, mayne? You feel me? I told the whole squad, mayne Cut it up! I say, damn right they got it, damn right they got it Damn right they got it, damn, damn right they got it Damn right they got it, damn right they got it Damn right they got it, damn right they got it I said lame niggas be quiet, lame, lame niggas be quiet Lame niggas be quiet, you in the presence of a real nigga I said lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet Lame, lame niggas be quiet, you in the real nigga presence I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extra Say she fucking with me cause a real nigga's her preference Drinking like I'm from Texas, and you know I stay flexing And if you don't know I go by Tity 2 Necklace I say, damn right I got it, damn right I'm 'bout it Clique full of killers, please don’t get us excited Yeah we smoking loud, so lame niggas be quiet And if you fuck with us, we gon' start up a riot I-I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot (yeah) I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot (2 Chainz!) You might also like Ain't stunting these niggas, ain't stunting these bitches Two cigarillos, look, look like extensions Yeah I’m from the Southside, her mouth wide, my pack loud My gat loud, I back out and click clack, pow pow Court dates, skip trial, my rep is a reptile Now and Later, alligators, I stepped on the work like a stepchild Pimps up, hoes down, make your girl pull her clothes down Her hair down and I’m down, her phone off so don’t dial This right here is that no style, I don’t know how I do the shit I’m true to this, True Religion, they taking swag with no permission All year, it's Gucci season, G's on my belt buckle Cocaine on my left knuckle, kill you and bury what's left of you Damn right I got it, damn right I'm 'bout it Clique full of killers, please don’t get us excited Yeah I'm smoking loud, so lame niggas be quiet And if you fuck with us, we gon' start up a riot I-I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot I'ma start a riot, I'ma start a riot (2 Chainz!)

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Dope Peddler

Dope Peddler by 2 Chainz

57 ContributorsDope Peddler Lyrics Every evening you will find him around our neighborhood It's the old dope peddler doing well by doing good (Shawty get them kids out the street!) Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me I said I pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me I said I pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me Most of my niggas got gold teeth Most of my bitches got tattoos Most of my niggas think cash rules And I mess up hairdo's like it's a pair of shoes And I need a parachute when I'm up there I'm in the trap cuz I work there Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me I said I pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me You might also like When the shades of night are falling Comes a fellow everyone knows It's the old dope peddler spreading joy wherever he goes (Let me take my shades off a little (...) See what these bitches looking like!) See what these bitches looking like Stick in all crooked like Louie V is my Kryptonite Take your bitch and I give her back Give her this and I give her that Fine wine and lobster tail Candle light and Chrisette Michele Look at the pussy and play kiss and tell Fix her hair then fix her nails Even pay a few bills Way I'm running shit man I should have a shoe deal And my whole crew ill Pockets on Fatburger Going so hard you'd think I mixed a Viagra with a Soda Staying focused, this yola here Black and white ice: polar bear You hold her hand and I hold her hair I pull her close and put it there Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me I said I pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Started off with a OZ End up riding fo' deep Pull up to that club like motherfucking ho you don't know me When the shades of night are falling Comes a fellow everyone knows It's the old dope peddler spreading joy wherever he goes

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In Town

In Town by 2 Chainz (Ft. Mike Posner)

24 ContributorsIn Town Lyrics Girl I'm on that clean shit, you already know You ain't never seen this, I'm ready to go I got em saying, I, I, I, I, I, I I know I've been away But I, I, I, I, I, I I'm in your city today I know you love me And I know you're down Cuz we always end up fucking every time I'm in town Every time I'm in town (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh) Every time I'm in town (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh) Baby I just landed, you gon pick me up Heard you like to squirt, I might lick it up Conspicuous, I speed it up And I slow it down like I'm on Robitussin I'm known for crushin', you're known for blushin' Oh what was that You blowing kisses, I throw em back, pull into that culdesac Back then no chauffeur, back seat like a sofa One leg on my shoulder, other leg and it's over You might also like I know you love me And I know you're down Cuz we always end up fucking very time I'm in town Every time I'm in town (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh) Every time I'm in town (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh) Met her once and you missed me, girl you crazy No makeup on, you're still pretty lady And you beautiful, inside and outside I don't know if I should buy my wife a house, or make you my house wife You call me, I come through You pass out, I come too Dippin it like fondue, spinach dip, cheese stick Appetizers, entrees, it's you in that lingerie As far as race, you're first place, I'm only in town for one day I know you love me And I know you're down Cuz we always end up fucking very time I'm in town Every time I'm in town (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh) Every time I'm in town (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh) Girl I'm on that clean shit, you already know You ain't never seen this, I'm ready to go I got em saying, I, I, I, I, I, I I know I've been away But I, I, I, I, I, I I'm in your city today No autotune was used in the making of this recording, thank you for listening

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Spend It

Spend It by 2 Chainz

31 ContributorsSpend It Lyrics I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, it's mine I spend it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, it’s mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it I am smoking on exotic, my girl ain’t got no stomach Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred I asked her if she worth it, she asked me do I want it I say when I went to school bitch money was the subject! I'm ridin round and I'm gettin' it, I'm ridin round and I'm gettin' it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, it's mine I spend it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, it’s mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it You might also like I'm ridin' round my side of town, boxing gloves, I beat the trial I had the coke, I had a smile, I had a coat for every style Crocodile the gator type, I'm allergic to the hater type I'll take ya wife, give her back, 9 months after that SIMILAC! Similar to saying mama's babydaddy maybe uhh When we had sex I was in the Mercedes And I ain't crazy but if that’s my baby Then we gonna have to name that lil baby Mercedes The money that I makin' I don’t see ya like I'm blind I rather spend money baby I don’t spend time My pocket’s on full and so is my gas tank And all my cars got gas in the ashtray I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, it's mine I spend it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, it’s mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it Pho-to ready my polo out the cleaners I'm the the perfect definition of something you’ve never seen of Maserati, Kawasaki, bought my girl a beamer The jewelry I got on is matchin' with the tequila Patron, margaritas, double for my divas I bring all my guns to work, Gilbert Arenas Plus I'm killin' features and I'm killin' shows I should have sex in the coffin’ cause I’m killin' these hoes Fulfilling these goals, climbin' up the ladder Shoot your ass down you know I rep Atlanta (Southside!) I'm ridin' around stuntin', smokin' loud in public Talkin loud in public, yeah my entourage is bucking I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, it's mine I spend it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, it’s mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it It's mine I spend it, I'm ridin' round and I'm gettin' it

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Garlic Mashed Potatoes

Garlic Mashed Potatoes by 2 Chainz

3 ContributorsGarlic Mashed Potatoes LyricsGarlic Mashed Potatoes • 2-3 pounds yukon gold potatoes (half peeled, half unpeeled) • 1/4 stick unsalted butter • 1/2 pint heavy cream • 3 tablespoons minced garlic • 3 tablespoons sour cream • Handful of chopped parsley • Kosher salt, black pepper, garlic powder 1. If wearing a four-finger ring, carefully place it on a side table before starting to cook 2. Cut potatoes into quarters add butter with the mixture 3. Place potatoes in a pot of salted, cold water, and bring to a boil 4. Let potatoes boil vigorously until they are fork-tender 5. While potatoes are boiling, pour heavy cream, minced garlic, salt and pepper into small gold sauce pot, add butter with the mixture, and bring mixture to a boil 6. Strain potatoes through golden colander, and place in a separate golden bowl 7. Once this is done, play "Feds Watching" and celebrate the good times you had this year 8. Once done with that, add sour cream and half of the chopped parsley to the potatoes 9. Slowly add the heated cream mixture to the potatoes while whisking, creating a creamy, smooth consistency 10. Adjust flavor with salt, pepper, and/or garlic powder 11. Serve in gold bowl and garnish with remaining parsley

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Netflix

Netflix by 2 Chainz (Ft. Fergie)

65 ContributorsNetflix Lyrics I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast 2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it I'm dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy I just bought me a new watch and these new niggas just watchin' I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this shit all night I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this shit all night When I die, bury me inside the liquor store Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough You do what you can, I do what you can't You smoke that Bobby B-B-Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it My girls go shopping, that ain't a mall, that's my closet So copy (copy), copy, all these bitches just copy Honor student wit' double Ds, that ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas You might also like I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this shit all night I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this shit all night Yeah, yeah... I'm gettin' to the monies, with an apostrophe Fucked her on a pile of clothes, now she a closet freak Yeah, I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve And when she wit' me, she don't wanna leave She just wanna freak, she don't wanna sleep Put it in her mouth, now she don't wanna speak Yeah, I'm at the club, I got strippers at my table I call doin' a 69 a favor for a favor From the cradle to the grave Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist You can tell that I'm paid cause I'm high-class Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes We in a jet, who gon' fly past us? Tint all in my eyeglasses, I don't see ya, hater And I don't get dropped, bitch, I drop the label Goddamn!

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Gotta Lotta

Gotta Lotta by 2 Chainz (Ft. Lil Wayne)

68 ContributorsGotta Lotta Lyrics Lotta dope Gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope Ba-ba-da-bope We gotta lotta dope We gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lotta smoke Yeah, that’s that loud I hope And we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Okay, we gotta lotta dope (yeah) Yeah, we got the hotter hoes I said we done shot a lot of folk (bow) We be in and out of court And I done seen so many cowards croak It’s like, watching flowers grow I mean please, don't you cowards know We will leave your bloody body on your mama’s porch? Lord, born in the projects Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack Yeah, I grew up in my day Making juugs on a phone with no contacts I'm drinking Actavis only, no Hi-Tech Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech Yeah, I think she getting a contact Now she needs some dope dick and she know who to contact You might also like Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope We gotta lotta coke We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke Yeah, that’s that loud I hope I said we gotta lotta dope Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope Yo Tunes, pass the steel or bash the steel My passion real, I'm fashion ill The pussy niggas are Massengil, mass appeal My past is real before I had the deal, you dig? Pies and cakes, out of state Lies is fake, God don’t make mistakes Got the girl pussy smelling like codeine syrup Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill I deserve a threesome for my birthday If she pretty it's Magic City on the first date Cup of lean and toast, yeah I’m 'posed to boast Goodie Mo the quote, not many coming close Trying to smoke what I never smoked before Dream what I never dreamed before Woke up and see my Rolls sky high, I ride by I drive by, then hop out Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope Yeah, we gotta lotta coke We got weed, that’s a lot of smoke Yeah, that’s that loud I hope I said we gotta lotta dope Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope (Gotta lot, gotta lot) Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope (Got a lot, got a lot) Yeah, she snort a lotta coke We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke Yeah, that’s that loud I hope I said we gotta lotta dope (Yeah) Ba-ba-da-bope

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Poor Fool

Poor Fool by 2 Chainz (Ft. Swae Lee)

61 ContributorsPoor Fool Lyrics Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (My mama always said) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules (My mama always said, ayy, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules I'm from the hood and it's evident Used to sell drugs out my residence Stayed in section 8 with relatives Opportunity knockin', I let 'em in I done put Forgis on everything I left the mall like Ginobili And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me I pray my mama quit smokin' When my dad died, I got focused I gotta table full of Ace of Spades I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh) Ain't heard a word from my old friends Heard they wanna kick my doors in I done loaded up the 2-2-3 I'm so high they might call a goaltend, yeah Lord knows, stashed work in the console So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door Bond on me like the sun on me Gettin' this bread she say, "You dropped crumbs on me" Walked in the club and got ones only Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only Raised by single parent Black woman They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me You might also like Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (My mama always said) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules (My mama always said, ayy, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled Most of my partnas got charges And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' dodges Trappin' up outta the college I'm addicted to the rice at Benihana Raised by a single parent Black woman They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (Yeah) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules (My mama always said, ayy, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, then you make your own rules

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MF’N Right

MF'N Right by 2 Chainz

41 ContributorsMF’N Right Lyrics Now that’s crazy Now that’s hard Mike WiLL, that’s hard See I ain’t see it like that, that’s hard You hard bruh That’s why, that’s why we been friends for so long bruh That’s why I used to sneak you in the club bruh Just for that reason right there bruh Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some more, cause this shit I’m smoking the LSD And god dang, I got a little drink downstairs I don’t need it though, let’s go Let me just fuck with this shit Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Mike told me this gon’ be your favorite song Ooh, wear that red one, that my favorite thong Put ‘em on, I said baby put ‘em on I said what you gonna do when you go home? Kiss your man after you sucked on my woo! She called my phone, I told her I was at the stu Last name Chainz, first name 2 Pull up on me, shawty you know what to do You might also like Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right I bought some gold chains with my drug money Then wore it on the stage just to stunt on ‘em That’s how we do it on the south side Might buy an AK using all 5’s Pittsburgh, Zone 6, Zone trey Zone 1, do this shit like every day Old Nat, Godby Road, Candler Road 24’s got the Wraith pigeon toed Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Gas station, re-up on the petrol Hit the trap and re-up on the petrol Shit, by the time you get it it’s a retro Shit, used to have a job outside of Citgo Shit, by the time you get it I’ll be peww nigga Yeah I been a player since the womb nigga OG Kush is my perfume nigga Ice on my wrist, I got my mind right Riding down the street with the Klondikes Two black hoes, white one in the middle I’m getting to the S with two lines in the middle Got a bankroll that’ll make it whip Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right Told a bitch you motherfucking right

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Got One

Got One by 2 Chainz

31 ContributorsGot One Lyrics Sometimes I have them thoughts Like I'm too real for this shit Labels keep callin' I need 2 mil for this shit! Took a mixtape Turned it to a mansion Then I took my last pack And it turned into gymnastics The crazy thing about it I been knew I had it I was being patient Y'all was being stagnant The crazy thing about it I been gettin' money I been gettin' pussy Shades cost 600 The crazy thing about it I don't need nobody I don't need no co-signer Talking bout I got 'em The crazy thing about it Everything been crazy My girl cousin died Now who gon' take care of them babies You might also like A-Town, we got one Westside, we got one Eastside, we got one Southside, we got one Got one, I got one This pistol on me, I got one This check homie, I got one Respect homie, I got one A-Town, we got one Westside, we got one Eastside, we got one Southside, we got one Got one, I got one This pistol on me, I got one This check homie, I got one Respect homie, I got one This Polo, not Izod I get dough like Tae Kwon Asking me what I'm on I say my bank account is on steroids Trappin' off my Android Tryin' not to go fed for it Cause I'm so high, talkin' I'm so fly I don't know if I should l land for it Addicted to codeine My side effect is a red girl If I buy the pussy you payin' for it Put your head through the headboard I say it but, I don't get no credit for it Pull up in that short bus Tell 'em this is Sp. Ed. Tour A-Town, we got one Westside, we got one Eastside, we got one Southside, we got one Got one, I got one This pistol on me, I got one This check homie, I got one Respect homie, I got one A-Town, we got one Westside, we got one Eastside, we got one Southside, we got one Got one, I got one This pistol on me, I got one This check homie, I got one Respect homie, I got one

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FREEBASE

FREEBASE by 2 Chainz

46 ContributorsFREEBASE Lyrics What is it? Freebase What's free about it? (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.) I thought if I said, "Listen, should I talk about freebase and what is it?" or somethin'? And people said, "Well, no, because then people will start doin' it" No, let me— I gotta talk about what happened to me See, where we're from, it's all or nothing And we take penitentiary chances like it's nothing We came from nothing Freebase on top of the oven Get money my type of discussion Y'all can do this shit for free, a nigga like me gon' be hustlin' Freebase, freebase, freebase, freebase Freebase, freebase, freebase, freebase (2 Chainz) Freebase I came from nothing Me and my niggas, we came from nothing, sold that 'caine like it's nothing Told you from the introduction, I came from the pain and suffering Two pit bulls and a TEC-9, TEC-9 use to jam up on me all the time Swear to god, if you come up in my mama yard, I'ma shoot that motherfucker 'til it get tired Big dually truck got six tires, big ties when I rhyme mixtapes And I keep shitting on the competition, I'm about to put out me a shit tape Guess we ain't playin' by no rules, every night I freestyle on Pro Tools Tell Flex come to the A, we'll carjack him by one of them regular-ass old schools I don't respect my elders, these right here Maison Margiela I cannot get no earrings, it'll make my Rolex jealous I've been a felon since fifteen, my Expedition had a big screen Half you niggas was constipated, half you niggas wasn't shit then Zone one all the way to zone six, fuck y'all, I'll buy my own shit Fuck y'all, I'll buy my own whip, fuck y'all, I'll buy my own brick Tell them pussy niggas that ain't pay shit, "Better be ready to let the gat loose" I done did a song with everybody from Jermaine Dupri down to Papoose You might also like I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt) I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt) I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Work hard, play hard, work hard again My bankroll had twins, can you comprehend? Seafood lover, I don't eat pork Used to hit them J's like a three-point, my partner mascot is a pitchfork And you already know what this for, me too, rent due Doggin' these hoes like a shih tzu, so cold, I recorded in an igloo Nigga asked me why I don't drink, man, let me tell you what the wine do My partner came in and said, "This my girl," I had to tell that motherfucker, "Mine too" Court dates in the summertime, might pull up in a 'vert No matter what the charges is, I'ma pull off with a smirk This right here for Old Nat, this right here for Godby Road This right here for Riverdale, trappin' at the Stop-N-Go Trappin' at the Texaco, it was Amaco before it was BP My plug from Mexico, he fell out when he seen me on TV Sold drugs to my loved ones and it's hard for me to admit it The first time I've seen a crack pipe was in my parents' kitchen I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt) I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt) I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

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Undastatement

Undastatement by 2 Chainz

24 ContributorsUndastatement Lyrics They say I run the streets, I tell 'em no wonder The cheapest thang I got on is my belt and it's 400 Real recognize real and you don't look familiar If my girl worked at a spa, man she still wouldn't feel ya Cocaine flow, they done dropped me in the pot I came out hard and I sold out the block Tity 2 Chainz, I been killin' hairdos So many dates on my calendar it looks tattooed Got my mind on my moolah My Tech 9 got a cooler They scratching they medulla They like how the fuck you do ya Don't make me number 2 ya Okay, I need some Charmin I got swag for sale and I'm giving niggas bargains Rappers are my target My flow so retarded Need a handicap sticker for my 16s when I park 'em When she in the front I make her put in reverse And if that pussy good then I'll put it in a verse And I'm killing these niggas, Put 'em in the dirt And yeah, I'm killing pussy we should do it in a hearse I woke up this morning, said I'mma get it Turned right over and I gave that bitch the business Hopped out the king size My friends are green guys Suit on, it look like I done sold bean pies Qui-Qui-Quiet storm I flick my lighter on 2 blunts together like an extension cord You might also like Oh yeah we gettin' to the money (Undastatement) I know you heard my trap bunkin' (Undastatement) All my bitches bad (That's a undastatement) My car is going really fast (That's a undastatement) Oh yeah we gettin' to the money (Undastatement) I know you heard my trap bunkin' (Undastatement) All my bitches bad (That's a undastatement) My car is going really fast (That's a undastatement) You need a standing ovation If you stand in my location Every nigga round here done been shot or on probation It's the life we chose, guns and hoes Guns and roses, niggas know that rock don't roll Grab the spray, Drop the phone, Cop the O Niggas know my flow is Mop 'N Glo You know where I be on I be on the styrofoam Chicka-Chi 1,2 like it was a microphone Your girl's like a drive-thru, I want a combo And she's so wet I need a towel, pronto 2 Chainz, A.K.A. condo Cause that's how much these chains cost if you don't know Oh yeah we gettin' to the money (Undastatement) I know you heard my trap bunkin' (Undastatement) All my bitches bad (That's a undastatement) My car is going really fast (That's a undastatement) Oh yeah we gettin' to the money (Undastatement) I know you heard my trap bunkin' (Undastatement) All my bitches bad (That's a undastatement) My car is going really fast (That's a undastatement)

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Dedication

Dedication by 2 Chainz

57 ContributorsDedication Lyrics You gotta known how to have fun when you gettin' these checks man Nah, I’mma put this on your camera You need… I’m bout to tell you right now Tell me what I need Tity Boi, Tity Boi You need to tell Cris, gon' let you go Young Mula it out, we have fun over here, we just eating We having fun, we just doing stuff, we don’t even care about (Go get my shit) Young Money, we care If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be A lot of dudes in the game, including me We was smoking that gas in ’03 Was gon’ sell a few bags to Lil Fee Couple years removed from HBs Tatted lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z I went to Eastover before Katrina Remember going to Magic riding in my Bimmer And this was way before FEMA, and you was rappin’ and singin’ And I was slanging the Ps and smoking nigga like Newport Comin up off of Too Short, my underwear was my hoop shorts And then I went on tour and recorded songs on your tour bus And that was ’08 That’s the first time I met Drake When I hit your cup with that drank Had a nigga stomach like, "Wait, wait wait, wait", mm You might also like That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg You relocated to MIA You told me, "Shawty this where I stay" I came down to pay a visit You told me Zoe Pound and them was trippin' And you, you wasn’t dippin’ Had the M-16 and with the extra clip, ready to act ignorant Ridin’ off in the Phantom and Mr. G he was driving Pumpin’ that Playaz Circle, you told me that we was riding I told you that I was rappin’, told you I wasn’t writing You said Luda was foolish because he wasn’t excited That was way before Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci You said, "You can make a million rappin' 'bout some pussy I did", T, Fuke, Marley Marl, shining like Armor Oil You can ask Mack, I was YM ‘fore all of y’all Stunna said I reminded him of Johnny In this world you either selling or you buying That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg You tatted your face and changed the culture You screamed "Suu whoop" and them gangstas loved you You bought a Bugatti so you can flex And most of the bad bitches your ex Ride 'til the wheels fall off and they got wobbly "Duffle Bag" video, we shot that bitch on Godby You was holding a sty-ry, I had more gold than a pirate They said it ain’t about stylin’, what they tryna kick knowledge? Duffle Bag Boys, yeah I can’t forget Dolla And going to get the money is some words that I follow I swallowed my pride, smoking endo outside Straight from ColleGrove, I’m reporting live That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

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Smell Like Money

Smell Like Money by 2 Chainz (Ft. Lil Wayne)

75 ContributorsSmell Like Money Lyrics Here I go, here I go, this that C5 Bitch, I’m back, with that crack like panty lines, asinine I get blow like dandelions, fuck more hoes than advertised They say, "Tune, you’re dead wrong," I say wrong had to die Pussy nigga don’t keep it real no more Drug dealers changed, but the high stay the same Prices go up, but the high stay the same Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain Chillin’ in the crib with the lock on the door Layin’ on the couch with the Glock on the floor Within arm reach, security, alarm breach I just cut off the lights, hope I don’t shoot my hoe I eat so much shrimp I smoke so much hemp The world too small, it feel like four walls You see, I got holes punched in My chances are cold cut thin But I still took ‘em, and nigga, we made it T, roll that killer, weed up in the swisher And make it as fat as a pig in a blanket My BFF is Benjamin Franklin They cry for help, we get ‘em a hankie Ain’t nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin’ The bitches we bangin’, the cinnamon danish The penalty's pending, shit is restraining It is a shame, but niggas is shameless Niggas is assholes Or enemas, finna get anal Injury, time out, I just blew my mind out But still I’m maintaining Real gangsta shit, it get dangerous You talking money and guns, two languages I throw niggas from off of the plane I’m in "Oh, my God, it’s rainin' men" Said the weatherman to the anchorman I send hella cash to the bank I’m with What you do it for if it ain’t for this? I watch my step so much, I’m starting to feel like my ankles’ wrist Cold hearted, starting to feel like I’m in Anchorage when I think of this And rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances You might also like Bitch, I smell like money, dopeman cologne (yeah) I say, bitch, I smell like money (money), that’s that dopeman cologne (tote!) And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah) I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone ‘Cause bitch, I smell like money (yeah) I smell like money When you this rich, they call it wealthy Shit, they gotta call it somethin’ Yeah, Lord, I done got too rich for stuntin’, damn But not for thuggin’ That’s right bitch I smell like money (money), money (money) You smell me coming Yeah, 2 Chainz, uh Totin’ double barrels in a horse and carriage Ain’t scared of nothing except God and marriage Through the concrete grew a rose petal If trapping was a sport, I’d have a gold medal I steal her, like Jerome Bettis Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage Parallel park in front of Neiman Marcus He ain’t never fly, nigga, like an ostrich They say ain’t nothing for free, but please free my partners Might have a swag contest and give out free Versaces Yeah, lobster rolls for an appetizer Bad red bitch give me a lap-etizer I’m in my Rolls Royce because it’s black and wiser And don’t get in the way, my nig, this rapid fire Brrr, stick ‘em, I’m a victim of being a victim Codeines, Xanax, and liquor Prescriptions and couple pistols Got clean Molly with the crystals Middle finger to the judicials Fork and a pot is my utensils Had a threesome with two sisters I get head and you kiss her I don’t never call and you miss her I got every gun except a missile I paid attention to the minister My silhouette is sinister Only child with trust issues You couldn’t walk a mile in my hoop shoes Me and Tune, two loose screws Two parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn’t even pop up Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck Polo T and ice watch, moccasins without socks And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off Woo! Yeah I say, bitch, I smell like money, that’s that dopeman cologne (yeah) And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah) I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone ‘Cause, bitch, I smell like money

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Saturday Night

Saturday Night by 2 Chainz

55 ContributorsSaturday Night Lyrics Y'all niggas lame for that, y'all niggas lame for that Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that Young niggas banging back, young nigga banging back Then we gon' fade to black then we gon' fade to black I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back You wasn't blessed with ambition so who you gon blame for that Tried to get off the Act, still didn't know how to act Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back Tell my driver when he open my door to take off his hat Double saran everything so that you know its a wrap Double salute anybody that made it out the trap Some of y'all probably still owe me from back In the back in the back in the back in the back I had that work right in front of me fuck all you niggas you wannabes Most of you niggas is under mes, I'ma give ya ass some to see My car don't have car keys, my crib got palm trees Pussy smell like sardine you, need to get up of my lawn please This a real nigga conversation, real nigga demonstration real niggas No Cristal or Hilfigers, a bunch of ignorant lil' niggas A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess's Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching This a new kinda kitchen, marble countertops, see through fridge 3 thousand for the microwave, touchscreen stove lil biiiiitch!! Please don't make me relapse, make me start back trappin Everybody in the city, saying that boy Tity done started back snapping You might also like I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah Tell her let's go have a bite, tell her let's go have a bite I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah Treat every night like it's Saturday night, like it's Saturday night, yeah I sat in the trap no one cooked at night, I treat my third strike like its Kryptonite I stopped serving sacks over qualified, have you ever seen a homicide? Have you ever seen ya partna die? Have you ever been traumatized Even at graduation i had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply Enough of the negative actions, I got my paycheck off passion I'm wearing 4 bracelets for fashion, don't think its a race when I pass you Stop talking that mafia shit, you never met Meech, J-bo or Illz Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip I'm like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch, pull out a stick when u put up your fist I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist Funny how life can put you in the mix, I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me You still asking niggas for gas money, I look at these rappers like crash dummies I look at these bitches that fuck with these rappers like bitch you just fucked with my last homie Kesha can come get the last from me, Heaven can come get the last from me Harmony can come get the last from me, Halo can come get the last from me MAMA! I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah Tell her let's go have a bite, tell her let's go have a bite I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah Treat every night like it's Saturday night, like it's Saturday night, yeah

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Turn Up

Turn Up by 2 Chainz (Ft. Cap-1)

25 ContributorsTurn Up Lyrics I walked in, then I turnt up, pockets full of hundreds Shawty got a tan like she come from the Bahamas I do this all night, man I should wear pajamas Eatin' these rappers like a school of piranhas Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up I walked in, then I turn up Got the Benz right in front us, all my friends on the come up I'm like, damn, these niggas ain't a 100 Man I keep that shit a 100, all this bling cost me a 100 I walked in, then I turnt up, pockets full of hundreds Shawty got a tan like she come from the Bahamas I do this all night, man I should wear pajamas Eatin' these rappers like a school of piranhas Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up You might also like I got a recipe for my destiny, southside niggas to the left of me Southside niggas to the right of me, southside niggas to the death of me On Ecstasy, you couldn't fuck with me, gettin' money is my specialty Got the game on lock, and I got a mothafuckin' extra key Excellence is my pedigree, buy a car and seem petty to her Then I paint the feet, call that shit a pedicure Niggas on the road ain't gettin' no money, that's a petty tour I can fuck your bitch, and act like I never knew her She the shit, I'm manure, I'm a good pussy connoisseur Keep it on the low, so sometimes I get pussy on the floor I'm on top, so look down below, told y'all I'm 'bout to blow I'm 'bout the dough, I count the dough, I cash out, then I'm out the door I walked in, then I turnt up, pockets full of hundreds Shawty got a tan like she come from the Bahamas I do this all night, man I should wear pajamas Eatin' these rappers like a school of piranhas Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up I walked in, then I turn up Then I set up on they muthafuckin' couch, roll the weed with a burner Got a bad bitch, and I make her hold my liquor She got her girl with her, she don't know that I've been hittin' her Red bottom shoes with the spikes all on it Pockets full of 100s, make all the bitches all want me I be movin' through the city, 100 niggas comin' with me On the road of riches, it was some bitches takin' pictures Roll a 3-5, put together two Swishers Movin' like a box, fuck around and get your issue Man I'm pourin' up lean, got me drinkin' out the pitcher Walkin' in, amd I'm so sag coolin' Trueys on, they gotta fuck with my movement Southside Duffle Bag, nigga we boomin' Look at how I do it it, tell that I'm gettin' it Plug on the way, I told that nigga 20 minutes Ridin' real wheel through the city, nigga, pimpin' First I go the Fifths, then I'm headed up to Lenox Spendin' big bags, man I'm runnin' through a check Work just in, got a pack in the jack Show you how to move, niggas talkin' finesse Probably cuff one, then I'm offin' the rest (Gone!) I walked in, then I turnt up, pockets full of hundreds Shawty got a tan like she come from the Bahamas I do this all night, man I should wear pajamas Eatin' these rappers like a school of piranhas Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up Walked in, then I turn up, in then I turn up

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Money Machine

Money Machine by 2 Chainz

33 ContributorsMoney Machine Lyrics I told them, get on my level Bitch, you could get on this shovel Coke prices high, than which was if a Tony Montana I just got me a bezel My slippers is clean All I wear Tru Religion I paid a grip for them jeans I got a lust for the cream I need a money machine I need a money machine I need a money machine I see you doing your thing, but it ain't nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I say I'm incredible, most legible Schedule ain't, but I can make your girl flexible, edible Put her top and call it putting her on my pedestal You would never know, unless you worked at the bank Camel toe, look like steak And your boy look like great 2 gun bang And I'm so fly I can sue an airplane You can tell your girl here, because a cab came And I keep it 100, I don't need no spare change Some do it for the fame, some do it for the fortune Fortunately I'm famous, 26's wheel of fortune And I been riding foreign since the fucking introduction You might also like I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I need a money machine I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see Yo it's my time to shine, so I'm checking my Rollie A bet with the Lakers, I bought a necklace off Kobe I be fucking your girl, I was texting her only I told her, "I'd like your legs better if they was open" Ever since the beginning, niggas knew I was focused Strip club tour started Magic, ended at Strokers I'm a fucking example of a fucking example Hit her from the back, nigga, that's a fucking example I came up on Luke Campbell, I'm so sick I need Campbells If you know I'm showing up, I hope you come with your camera Got the city on swole with my Louis bandana My car is shitting on niggas, I should ride with a Pamper I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I need a money machine I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I give you something to see when you are looking this way If you approaching with the drama, then we approach with the K And when you look in my eyes all you see is the pain On medication, I can drink 200 a day When you hot in the A, you get a spot in the A It's so big that shit look like a spot in the A These niggas jogging in place and they standing in line Till somebody rhyme bout beating me, then they start dancing in line And if swag was a crime, I'd be doing life plus 30 With my ice on early, in all gold knight sterling Try to cook a brick off a George Foreman Take a girl, it'll start spoiling Living room floor look like a nigga going bowling I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I need a money machine I see you doing your thing, it ain't got nothing to me So when you looking at me, I give you something to see I say it's my time to get it, my time to shine I need a hustling trophy, it's my kind of grind It's my time to get it, my time to shine I need a hustling trophy, it's my kind of grind, bitch

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Feel a Way

Feel a Way by 2 Chainz (Ft. Brent Faiyaz & Kanye West)

58 ContributorsFeel a Way Lyrics Okay Alright A nigga never learned to save I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any—) God don't make no mistakes God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom) A nigga never learned to save I be ballin' anyway (Yeah, swish) God don't make no mistakes This life is give-and-take Needed somethin' wavy to get my point across (Yeah) I work for myself so I guess I work for a boss Look up at the scoreboard and tell you who took the loss Aim it at your Adam's apple, turn it to apple sauce El captain turned Peter's street into a Motorcross (Skrrt) Last one with Def Jam but I'm still goin' off (I'm still goin' off) And it ain't about my masters, I'vе been ownin' mine Had a white friend mad at mе 'cause I know Farrakhan (Boom) And you know this is a hit, Barry Bonds And my shawty gonna ride me like a Peloton (Ride) Sophomore year I sold more crack than a windshield (Shit) Dunk contest, jump over Lam' and did a windmill (Jump) They ask me how I feel, I told 'em, "Never better" (Better) Smokin' on opp, I roll more Ls than Peli Peli I stay fly, yes I'm fly, land on Mike Pence I do some stupid shit, don't let 'em dawg me like Mike Vick You might also like A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh) I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway) God don't make no mistakes (Respect it) This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom) (Southside) Don't let 'em make you feel a way Could've freed more If they only knew that they was slaves (Slaves, slaves, slaves) Man, we gotta get away Man, your boy done caught a wave You should hear the way I say (Southside) Talk, talk, talk to them people Man, y'all don't even know the language Man, I ain't finna do no lame shit This a yacht and that's a long way from a slave ship How they control our mind? (Mind) How they control us though? (What?) How they get us so, what? So emotional? You think you Nat Turner, what you want the folks to know? When Larry Jackson called, they let Frank Ocean go Middle name Mandela (Me and momma sold dope together) I can't hear you, Helen Keller (Since fifteen, I've been a felon) A felon can vote, spread the message, exhale accapella I still throw my diamond up, oh you still reppin' Roc-A-Fella? Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up (What up Dame?) Me and Biggs in the studio, time is up (What up Biggs?) Woo, and I bet they feel a way Thirteen thousand acres, I don't know where to stay (Southside) A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh) I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway) God don't make no mistakes (Respect it) God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom) A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh) I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway) God don't make no mistakes This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom) (Southside) (MWA Music)

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Extra

Extra by 2 Chainz (Ft. Rich Homie Quan)

53 ContributorsExtra Lyrics I got extra, I got extra I got money, I got work Far as hoes, I got a plethora I get money, 12 gauge shotty I don't like nothing but hoes and tattoos on my body, yeah I got extras, you want some? Fucked your girl on accident, that's a hit-and-run Heaven's sake, it's been a hell of a day I pray for all my niggas with a federal case, damn Okay Southside, I got all this Snake skin on my hat, albino I'm rich, like Lionel, I get head like rhino I'm ridin' on my rivals, survival, bible Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas! I got extra, I got extra I got money, I got work Far as hoes, I got a plethora You might also like I just went on the run, 100 piece for a show I just had a threesome for three weeks in a row, yeah Last name Chainz, first name 2 I'm T.R.U. to it, you know how I do it I get head 'fore I screw it, first thing I do Yeah, you know I'm stuntin' cause I'm gettin' to the money Put it in her tummy, pu-put it in her tummy Hit her with the morning dick, ooh, I ain't pissed yet Yeah, I rep the A, the only thing I flunk is piss tests Southside, I got all this Snake skin on my hat, albino I'm rich, like Lionel, I get head like rhino I'm ridin' on my rivals, survival, bible Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas! I got extra, I got extra I got money, I got work Far as hoes, I got a plethora Okay, I'm rich, like Homie I got yo bitch, from my homie, 2 Chainz, what it do? In the living room, full of that paper Used to have a little room, now that's a house and an acre My partner in the kitchen room, and he fucking with the bakin' Chopper lift ya to the moon, nigga, fuck y'all thinking? If I get her in the room, she gon' suck my babies Tryna work her moves, tryna trap me with a baby If you owe me money then, real soon, you better pay me Me and 2 Chainz just like shoe strings, strapped like laces Ay, and I'm too clean, riding in a car from the 80s Rich Homie, no new team, boy, I'm a star like Macy's Boy, I thank god I made it, got a couple broads in Decatur I'm in the fast lane driving in the car, going crazy And I got your main dame, yeah, the one you call your lady First million dollars, most important thing: saving And if you wanna book me, hit my agent I got eight pounds in a old car On old Nat in front of skate town on the Southside, I got all this Snake skin on my hat, albino I'm rich, like Lionel, I get head like rhino I'm ridin' on my rivals, survival, bible Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas! I got extra, I got extra I got money, I got work Far as hoes, I got a plethora