Juice WRLD - A OK (On Tour)
[Intro: Juice WRLD & Gunna]
(Boy)
Juice WRLD, we gone
(I just told Richie we rich)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a "Bonjour"
If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door
.40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away
Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay
[Verse 1]
Married to this money, matrimony, holy
Got the Gucci glasses for a reason, help me see the phony
Perkies numb the pain, sometimes, only sometimes
My baby numb the pain, long nights, wasn't alright
Day after day, no peace, I'm drug pursuing
Mom and dad, look at all the fucking drugs I'm doing
I'm taking handout like you dad, you dad
But ain't gon' end up like you dad, no bad dad
Ma, I know I made you too mad
I ain't bring home A's from my math class
Every other day of school I would skip that
Makes me wonder how I was even a high school grad, grad
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a "Bonjour"
If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door
.40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away
Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay
[Verse 2]
I'm on the road, a hundred and thirty a show, boy
Lookin' at that new Range Rove', I could really pay for it
And I don't gotta slave for it
Still a hard workin' nigga, like a slave, boy
Got a two-liter, tune you up, pep, boy
I'm a sick dog when I flex on them steroids, them boys
Who the fuck is them boys? Oh, you fuck with them boys?
Killed a few of them boys, and we down to kill they friends, boy
Percocet's my friend, boy, popped a few of them, overdoin' them
I called his bitch a loser, asked her why she even bool with him
See, I would ruin him, .40 get to fuckin' and screwing him
Start doing him, make shark bait food of him
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a "Bonjour"
If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door
.40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away
Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay
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Juice WRLD - Melody
[Intro]
(Edsclusive)
[Chorus]
She's in my head like a melody, melody
I fell in love, it was heavenly, heavenly
We're in the groove, like the '70s, '70s
Love conversations, irrelevant, 'relevant
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna waste your time
Baby, don't waste mine
Heard you were single for the night
Heard it through the grapevine
I was hoping I can stop time
And make things alright
Makin' out at the stop sign
Tonight's gon' be a long night
[Pre-Chorus]
Why you lookin' at me like that, yeah?
Do you wanna go back to the crib?
'Member we was up in L.A., yeah
I was tryna show you how I live
Hopefully, we don't get in this predicament
A-a-a-again
Hopefully, we don't get in any arguments
A-a-a-again
[Chorus]
She's in my head like a melody, melody
I fell in love, it was heavenly, heavenly
We're in the groove, like the '70s, '70s
Love conversations, irrelevant, irrelevant
[Verse 2]
Where the hell is my Promethazine?
What does my sorrow bring?
What will tomorrow bring, 'morrow bring?
Where in the fuck is my baby, she's missing
She's driving me crazy, she's driving me crazy, she's
[Pre-Chorus]
Why you lookin' at me like that, yeah?
Do you wanna go back to the crib?
'Member we was up in L.A., yeah
I was tryna show you how I live
Hopefully, we don't get in this predicament
A-a-a-again
Hopefully, we don't get in any arguments
A-a-a-again
[Chorus]
She's in my head like a melody, melody
I fell in love, it was heavenly, heavenly
We're in the groove, like the '70s, '70s
Love conversations, irrelevant, irrelevant
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Juice WRLD - In The Summer
[Intro]
Tick-tock-tock-tick
(Purps on the beat)
Non-stop, ain't that right?
Yeah, one, two, three, four
It's a cold day in hell
Earth is hot
[Chorus]
Met her in the summer (In the summer)
Knew it was the fall of me (It was the fall of me)
What made it such a bummer (Such a bummer)
Is I gave the bitch all of me (I gave her all of me)
I met her in the summer (In the summer)
Led to the fall of me (Led to the fall of me)
What was such a bummer (Such a bummer)
Is I gave the bitch all of me
[Verse 1]
Uh, I gave her all of me, physically, spiritually, oh
Fake spiritual ho
Uh, I gave her all of me, mentally leavin' me cold
Suckin' love from my soul
Bitch, if you got bad intentions, this ain't Twitter, don't follow me
I met you in Babylon, full of witches with bad intentions
Tried to feed me to your dragon, he was gon' demolish me
Demons runnin' out your lair, a dragon and a demon slayer
[Bridge]
Oh, I'll make you fall for me
Oh, how the tables have turned, bridges getting reburned (Uh)
Sip lean 'til I fall asleep
That's the only potion I learned, how to mix up and churn
[Chorus]
Knew it was the fall of me (It was the fall of me)
What made it such a bummer (Such a bummer)
Is I gave the bitch all of me (I gave her all of me)
I met her in the summer (In the summer)
Led to the fall of me (Led to the fall of me)
What was such a bummer (Such a bummer)
Is I gave the bitch all of me
[Verse 2]
Remember, we raced Lambo's like we was going to Los Santos
Have you ever crashed your car into your girl's car? Special
Have you ever put a bullet into your girl's heart? Special
Uh, .38 special, uh, .223 special
Breaking the threshold
Butterflies like prom night in a limo
I just threw up Cupid's demo
Like, cut that wack shit off
Karate kid with it, I'll wax it off
I ain't come here to pop no bottles, dawg
But I'm in the club with a Molotov (Baow)
Juice WRLD signin' out, bitch, I'm loggin' off
Rockin' out with my collar popped and my molly popped
I say Juice WRLD wildin' out, yeah, he goin' off
In the crowd, with no fuckin' shirt, hoes reachin' for the crotch, I think not
[Chorus]
Met her in the summer (In the summer)
Knew it was the fall of me (It was the fall of me)
What made it such a bummer (Such a bummer)
Is I gave the bitch all of me (I gave her all of me)
I met her in the summer (In the summer)
Led to the fall of me (Led to the fall of me)
What was such a bummer (Such a bummer)
Is I gave the bitch all of me
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Juice WRLD - Hell’s Kitchen/Under Her Skin
[Chorus]
Oh, hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
She ballin' out her eyes from the bench
She tell me that she'll never play love games again
Woah, my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
Oh, she's ballin' her eyes out from the bench
She don't got no choice, she resorts to the—
[Verse 1]
Benzos, every day she live and die for benzos
New drug dealer, what's his info?
Her plus heartbreak equals Xans
Need a new equation, she gon' die tryna do the math
Suicidal tendencies, she hopin' that they end it fast
Fentanyl in a Fendi bag, she don't even smoke the gas
She been sleep for three days, cuttin' up, missin' class
Teacher called, asked, "What's wrong?"
Slurrin' back, you say "He gone"
Runnin' out of downers, you look down at your dresser
You see a 8-ball of all pure Colombian pleasure
It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me
You snort a line and rail a Perc to see which one is better
Walkin' 'round in your mind pickin' up my belongings
I got a lot of shit here, it's been takin' forever
Walkin' 'round in your heart with some fuel and some fire
The same fire tatted on me, heart destroyer forever, goodbye
[Chorus]
Hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
She ballin' out her eyes from the bench
She tell me that she'll never play love games again
Woah, my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
Oh, she ballin' her eyes out from the bench
She don't got no choice, she resorts to the—
[Verse 2]
Gossip, always in my business
Wonderin' what I'm sippin', and how I'm livin'
A lot of things are different, you not bein' here is what I was missin'
Feel like I'm in a heaven house, still pour up in a Hell's Kitchen
In Chicago makin' heartbreak songs, eatin' on some Hell's Chicken
Miami callin' me, oh-oh, them calls I'm missin'
I'm callin' the ambulance, oh-oh, the thought of you was sickenin', sickenin', sickenin'
Trippin', syrup sippin', three six in a cup like it's Memphis
Oh, I'm drippin', new girl got hoes, she pimpin'
We got hoes, we share 'em, get it?
Make her eat you out, bitch, get it?
This ho think she been on my mind, quit it
Unlike her, I know how to mind business
Oh-oh-oh, lullabies in your dome
Spread insanity through your soul
Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?
[Chorus]
Hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
She ballin' out her eyes from the bench
She tell me that she'll never play love games again
Woah, my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the Percs on a binge
Oh, she ballin' her eyes out from the bench
She don't got no choice, she resorts to the—
[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh, lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?
Lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?
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Juice WRLD - Hoes (Bitch Don’t Tell The Truth)
[Intro]
Ayy, KBeaZy, you fyed up
Yeah
[Chorus]
I know that this bitch don't tell the truth
What ho does? You know what these hoes do
Bitch you're on my nerves, yeah, I got a short fuse
Tryna fuck me now, but not back in high school (Ooh)
Now I'm really getting to the loot
Went to L.A., pulled up in a black coupe
That's a Porsche, for them niggas that's too slow
Fuck one girl, bitch, I need two hoes
[Verse]
Fuck one, and bitch, I need a few of those
Pulling niggas cars, choppa look like Yu-Gi-Oh
Hit her with the romance, Juliet, no Romeo
Fuck her off a perc, I'ma end up overdosin'
Californiacation, baby, I be west coastin'
Fuck her by the ocean
Way she move them hips, baby, straight hypnosis
Ridin' by the coast, ride it, ride it, rollercoaster
I been sippin' lean, coffee table, with a coaster
She drive like a chauffeur
Ain't even make it to the bed, she was suckin' me on the sofa
Swallow my kids, this lil' bitch a young soldier
Milly rock up in her, when I hit it in Magnolia
Yeah, oh yeah
[Chorus]
I know that this bitch don't tell the truth
What ho does? You know what these hoes do
Bitch you're on my nerves, yeah, I got a short fuse
Tryna fuck me now, but not back in high school (Ooh)
Now I'm really getting to the loot
Went to L.A., pulled up in a black coupe
That's a Porsche, for them niggas that's too slow
Fuck one girl, bitch, I need two hoes
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