Juice WRLD - See The Difference (Southside)
[Intro]
(Hey Southside, where'd you get all that drip?)
And these Percs got me (Southside on the track, yeah)
Damn, folk, turn this shit down
And these Percs got me, Percs got me
Yeah
[Verse]
Percs got me feeling like a whole different nigga
Switch up to the glizzy, that's a whole different trigger
My lil' gun a thot, it fuck niggas and fuck bitches (Ooh, ayy)
I'm a rich nigga, he broke, you see the difference? (Ooh, ayy, yeah)
I'm gon' fuck this beat and make it cum fast (Ooh, ayy)
I'm gon' fuck the bank and make it come fast (Ayy)
If I spend this money, I'ma make it all back (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
On the rails, but I'm off track (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Give 'em hell, that's what I did (Ayy, yeah)
This a mansion, where I live (Ayy, yeah)
Dirty dancin' in my crib (Yeah, yeah)
Put my hands on my bitch
Keep a glizzy
Fuck with gang, you know it's gettin' busy
I don't fuck with niggas, fuck with bitches
I guess I'm petty
Well, at least I'm ready
Cutting that shit like machete
I'm on whole 'nother leve—
Run up on me then it's over
.40 on me, and I shoot it one time, then I put you right up into that coma
I'm smokin' loud, that aroma
Got me babying like stroller, in her throat like a Ricola
Alexander Wang, I'm gon' do my thang
I be with my clan, no, we not Wu-Tang (Yeah)
How we hang? Let that .40 bang (Yeah)
Clip, it hang, yeah, do it's thang
I'm out with the gang, don't get rearranged
They say life's a book, I'm gon' turn the page
On the stage, I rage, yeah, I rage
On the stage, I rage, I rage
Remember, minimum wage, ooh, that was back in them days (Ooh)
Pull up on the scene, go bray' (Ooh)
Beats, like Dr. Dre (Ooh)
Bad lil' bitch from the bay, ooh, said she wanna be my bae
Fucked her then leave it a day
I spray a nigga like mace
Choppa on me, don't kick mace
Shoot a nigga in his face
Anime, anime, cape
Whip it, like anime
That lil' bitch, she cool, but that lil' bitch can't stay
Pull my choppa out the closet, my choppa gay
See both sides like Chanel
I get buckets like pills
White bitch, she pale
Crackin' cars, hit a whale
Huh, yeah
Did a lot of shit to get where I'm at
I'm here, ballin' like a Knick'
Ballin' like a Piston, perky make me itch
Every day, I'm itchin', countin' up the shit
Used to whip them bricks, water whippin' in the kitchen
That was how I'm living, you niggas ain't know shit
Take, take, I'ma take yo' bitch
Ayy, ayy, we pull up with them sticks
Ayy, ayy, you know that's how it is
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Juice WRLD - On My Own (All Alone)
[Intro]
Hahahaha, Nick you're stupid
Mm, yee-haw (Huh, yeah)
[Chorus]
All alone (All alone)
Fighting (Fighting)
On my own (On my own)
Fighting (Fighting)
All alone (All alone)
Fighting-ing (Fighting)
On my own (On my own)
Fighting
[Verse 1]
Jump out my sleep, demons haunting
Me in my memories (My memories)
Did this happen? (Did this happen?)
Or was that a dream?
I, I, I can't seem to grip reality
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, was it a dream?
Oh, was it a dream? (Huh, yeah)
[Chorus]
All alone (All alone)
Fighting (Fighting)
On my own (On my own)
Fighting (Fighting)
All alone (All alone)
Fighting-ing (Fighting)
On my own (On my own)
Fighting
[Verse 2]
Don't know where to go
I am in the cold, huh, uh
It's a lonely road
The ones who know, know
Yeah, the devil throwin' low blows
Back to the wall, bitch, oh no
They ask me how I'm feelin', I say, “So-so"
Even when I feel low, low
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, was it a dream?
Oh, was it a dream? (Huh, yeah)
[Chorus]
All alone (All alone)
Fighting (Fighting)
On my own (On my own)
Fighting (Fighting)
All alone (All alone)
Fighting-ing (Fighting)
On my own (On my own)
Fighting
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Juice WRLD - Stargazing
[Chorus]
I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh)
I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah
I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah
Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah)
These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah)
Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah)
Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
I'm a grown-ass man, but look at these boys (Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah-yeah)
Shh, shh, shh, they ain't makin' no noise (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm like took, took, took, I spit on these boys (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Kel-Tec and Draco gon' get rid of these boys (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
He said he can see the ho' in me, I'm like, "Nigga, you right" (You right)
'Til he see me slide (Slide), look the killer in his eyes
They tell me that I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm appalled, I'm obliged
Hell yeah, fuckin' right, livin' legend in his prime
When I'm in the booth, it ain't shit that they can do
Tryna' put dishonesty on me, ain't no lyin' on the truth
Like nigga, who the fuck are you?
You must be a fool, mad that she ain't fuckin' you
But she put it on my crew
Uh, this a chess game, better watch your move
No limit my gang, down to make a move
Cameras out, girl, let's make a movie
Back it up, back it up, Juulin'
[Chorus]
I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh)
I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah
I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah
Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah)
These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah)
Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah)
Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 2]
Ashes, ashes, they all fall down (Yeah, yeah, fall down)
Fuck waitin' for the money, gotta get it right now (I need to get it right now)
Rolling Loud, pipe down, Rolling Loud, jump in the crowd (Jump in the crowd)
It's goin' up, turnin' around, hit from the back, turn around (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These nigga can't ball at all (Uh), these nigga foul
They can't even step foot on my court, these niggas out of bounds (Lil' bitch)
Can't fuck with me, I got the touch, I shoot from all around
Everything I do, I do it well, player all around (Ooh)
Count the stars in the sky before you count me out (Ooh)
A lot of these people was hatin' on me, they was hopin' I fell, it was full of the doubt (Ooh)
I don't got time for that shit now (Ooh)
Positivity if you gon' be around
Cheers, it's been a hell of a year
I thank God I'm here
I really thank him
He exposed all the real shit and make it clear
[Chorus]
I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh)
I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah
I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah
Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah)
These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah)
Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah)
Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)
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Juice WRLD - Fuck Explanation
Intro]
Ooooooh-ooooooh-oh
Ah
[Verse 1]
My wrists still bloody from last night's mistake
Too many pills, I can't feel a damn thing
Don't know how to feel about love and hate
Emotions, emotions, they're all the same thing
But it ain't bothering me
High as fuck, what the fuck?
Bitch, I'm out of your reach
Fuck yo' college, all the shit they teach me, nothin' to me
I'll get a tattoo on my dick to give you something to read, read
[Chorus]
Hahaha (Another prayer)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
O-oh, o-oh, oh
O-oh, o-oh, oh
O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh
O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
I don't need it
The devil kind of mad, I broke off our agreement
He said he want my soul, I told him he can keep it
'Cause I don't need it
I've already been living in hell, four seasons
I guess it's time to leave
Sometimes I wanna die, does that make me a wannabe?
My lives blacked out, no memories
[Chorus]
Hahaha
Uh, uh, uh, uh
O-oh, o-oh, oh
O-oh, o-oh, oh
O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh
O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh
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Juice WRLD - Sexual Healing
Uh, damn (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Damn, damn, damn (Yee-haw)
I told her I need sexual healing (Ooh, I)
I told her I need that sexual healing (Oh, oh)
I don't want no nothing to heal me (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Ya dig? (Ooh)
Triple 9 on my wrist
With the AP tint
(Woah)
[Chorus]
I told her I need sexual healing, ya dig?
Twenty years old, ran up the millions, ya dig?
Twenty years old, havin' oxycodone nasal-drip (Uh)
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain't like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
[Post-Chorus]
Kinda like your mother, prolly 'cause she older than the kid
Give her that hard, hard, like I dropped a boulder in that bitch
She left her XBOX, he was tryna control her with this shit
I wonder why I- (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1]
Like, is that nigga a cop? (Uh-huh)
I pull up on his block, got my hand on my Glock, you run up get popped (Uh-huh)
I done ran up the bands, go straight to the top, so I can't stop (Uh-huh)
I ball they watch (Uh-huh)
Audemar on the clock (Uh-huh)
Put the dick in the Glock (Uh-huh)
I remember selling rocks (Uh-huh)
So, the lights stay on, I hit Neiman Marcus when I shop (Uh-huh)
I fuck her so good that she can't speak (Slatt, slatt)
No, she can't talk (Uh-huh)
All she said (Uh-huh), "Beat the pussy up 'til it's dead" (Uh-huh)
We can box like Mayweather, but the match is in between her legs (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
I told her I need sexual healing, ya dig?
Twenty years old, ran up the millions, ya dig?
Twenty years old, havin' oxycodone nasal-drip (Uh)
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain't like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
[Post-Chorus]
Kinda like your mother, prolly 'cause she older than the kid (Ooh)
Give her that hard, hard, like I dropped a boulder in that bitch (Ooh)
She left her XBOX, he was tryna control her with this shit (Ooh)
I wonder why I- (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
All her old niggas hoes (Uh-huh)
That's for sure (Uh, uh)
Shorty gonna touch her toes (Uh, uh)
For my bros, for my bros, for my bros (Uh)
Uh, shorty where'd you go? I can't do it on my own
Give him 6 out the Glizzy, like Drake with his woes
Codeine stains on my clothes, I'm a dope fiend
Don't let anybody know about me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Perc 30 nose bleeds, lean with it
Choppa on me, make him take off, track team
She tell me I'm a jerk, I tell her, “I ain't that mean“
She told me that she love me, I don't know what that means
I'm too busy off oxy', baby, I'm scratching
[Chorus]
I told her I need sexual healing, ya dig?
Twenty years old, ran up the millions, ya dig?
Twenty years old, havin' oxycodone nasal-drip (Look the fuck out)
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain't like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff
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