Juice WRLD - Pause
.40 with a .30 that's a—
Ha, ya dig? (Yeah)
Ya dig?
[Chorus]
.40 with a 30, that’s a dick, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off
Got your bitch doin’ cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through (Hiss)
Got my nine (Yeah), pull up, blow it like a drive-thru (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
I got crack, I'ma serve it out the drive-thru (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your bitch is an Xbox, play her like Game Room, ayy (Ya dig?)
I was tweakin' off the Percs, mix it with the shrooms, ayy (Damn)
Now I'm itchin' seein' shadows in my fuckin’ room, ayy (Lucid dreams)
Cute chocolate bitch, that’s a fuckin' Reese’s (Uh)
Heard her nigga was talkin' shit, pull up on him and crease him (That's right)
Snort the Molly off her tits, energy increasin'
Replenish me, prevent from finishing when I beat it, uh (Smash)
Rollie on my wrist, did it for the season (Uh)
Then I put a Patek on my wrist for no fuckin’ reason (Gleam, gleam)
Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (Grrra, grrra, grra)
If a nigga try to take my shit, I'ma leave him bleedin' (Bitch)
[Chorus]
.40 with a 30, that's a dick, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off
Got your bitch doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through (Hiss, hiss)
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru
[Verse 2]
Ayy, bad lil' bitch, you know I seen her
She seen me, sell-out arenas
Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas
Take a nigga to the cleaners (Uh)
Even when I'm dressed like a bum, I'm cleaner
All white ones with crack rock in the sneakers (Uh)
I'm ballin' out while they sittin' on the bleachers (Yeah)
Get rich just to go back and fuck on my teachers (Uh)
None of them believed in me either (Woo)
Now they hit my Twitter congratulatin' me (Woo)
Nigga, I don't fuck with y'all people
Old hoes hit me up, sorry
I wasn't tryin' to make love to y'all either (Hiss)
Yeah, I don't need ya (Hiss)
Pretty bitch, good facial features (Uh)
Three blunts to the face, then I eat her (Yeah)
Two Percs to the face, I'm geekin' (Uh)
Gotta put them down, I'm tweakin' (Uh)
Sometimes it feels like I need 'em (Uh)
Sometimes I feel so defeated (Uh)
My mind be racing like, "Damn (Uh), what the fuck is Juice WRLD thinking?" (Yeah)
Momma told me I look happy, I told her clean her glasses (Damn)
[Chorus]
.40 with a 30, that's a dick, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off
Got your bitch doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru
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Juice WRLD - Money Long
Woah-ah
Yeah, oh
(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
[Chorus]
Money long, yeah
She got long hair, smokin' on strong, yeah
Cheech & Chong, yeah, winter-time Moncler
It's been a long year, don't know how I got here
But I'm still here, ‘cause my money long, yeah
Her hair long, yeah, smokin' on strong, yeah
Cheech & Chong, yeah, winter-time Moncler
It's been a long year, don't know how I got here
But I'm still here, ‘cause my money long, yeah
[Verse]
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, stack it up, yeah
I talk a lot of racks but I could back it up, yeah
Got the chopper in the function, cock it back and dump it
I'm so god damn high that I can't function
Popping percs for nothing, she gon' twerk for nothing
I gеt what I deserve, ain't putting work for nothing
Wish I could sleep forеver, I ain't sippin' that syrup for nothing
You probably seen that coming
All these drugs I'm taking, fucking up my stomach
Choppa masturbating, don't fuck with my money
Get it right now, no waiting
I been fast pacing
God I want my slate clean, know that I did some dirty
That's why I'm in hell right now, I ain't worthy
[Refrain]
I ain't worthy, I ain't worthy, I ain’t worthy
But I ain't worry
That's why I'm in hell right now
I ain't worthy, I ain't worry, I ain't worry
[Chorus]
Money long, yeah
She got long hair, smokin' on strong, yeah
Cheech & Chong, yeah, winter-time Moncler
It's been a long year, don't know how I got here
But I'm still here, ‘cause my money long, yeah
Her hair long, yeah, smokin' on strong, yeah
Cheech & Chong, yeah, winter-time Moncler
It's been a long year, don't know how I got here
But I'm still here, ‘cause my money long, yeah
[Outro]
(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
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Juice WRLD - Draco On Me
[Intro]
Bitch, I'm mean (Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Mask on my face, they thought I was trick-or-treatin' (It ain't no Halloween, bitch)
Bitch, it's easy
Bitch (Uh)
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Uh, woo
[Chorus]
Draco on me, bitch, I'm mean, uh (Uh-huh)
Mask on my face, them fuckers thought I was trick or treating, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Michael Jackson with the choppa, make it beat it, beat it, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Shooting like a soccer ball player, Derek Jeter, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
She gon' do the white, white, just like Justin Bieber, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Put dick in her mouth, she get hot, caught a fever (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Feel like it was yesterday doing drive-by's out that Regal, skrrt (Yeah, yeah, grrah, grrah, uh-huh)
Ridin' 'round in that Regal, with a nine, no D-Eagle, uh (Yeah, skrrt, yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 1]
Shoot 'em while I steer, I was ridin' 'round illegal
Rookie of the year, ballin' harder than any people
Started shittin' on my peers, they said I would never be here (Uh)
Now they tryna click up, talkin' 'bout let's join 'em, we can't beat 'em, bitch (Uh)
But I won't let 'em in, they want the drip, no seasoning (Oh)
She doing coke on my key again (Oh), thinkin' she got the keys to win (Oh)
Better do that coke off on this dick (Oh), chill, rock-star shit, chill (Oh)
Rock-star kid (Oh) with that porn-star dick, yeah (Oh)
Backwoods, no Swisher roll
My bad bro, I don't even smoke
No more, but these Percs are gold
I take three, then lose control, let's go
[Chorus]
Draco on me, bitch, I'm mean, uh (Uh)
Mask on my face, them fuckers thought I was trick or treating, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Michael Jackson with the choppa, make it beat it, beat it, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Shooting like a soccer ball, play it Derek Jeter, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She gon' do the white, white, just like Justin Bieber, uh (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Put dick in her mouth, she get hot, caught a fever (Uh, uh, uh-huh, uh)
Feel like it was yesterday doing drive-by's out that Regal, skrrt (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ridin' 'round in that Regal, with a nine, no D-Eagle, ayy (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 2]
Lights, camera, action (Flash), ain't about that action (Yeah)
These fuck niggas cappin' (Why?), oops, they be bappin' (Bitch)
You know that it's brackin' (What's brackin'?)
You pull up like Pampers, we shit on you like you're Pampers
You fuck niggas better mind your manners (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
New Draco, I just bought it, I can't wait to use it, use it
I treat that bitch like a toilet, I'm gon' use it, use it
These niggas beefin', type, type, type on their computer, 'puters
She called me her hubby, not no Huffy, she ride it like a scooter, scooter
Now her man is mad at me
Gets more pissed off gradually
Don't give no fucks actually
If he tries me, a casualty
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Juice WRLD - Purple Ocean (Unreleased)
Intro]
(CakeBoy Bally)
[Chorus]
Double cup, Robitus', numb the pain, run it up
Hunnid bands in my jogging pants, bitch, I'm rich as fuck
Choppa, blam, make 'em running man, make 'em dance
Rob 'em for his bands, let me see his hands
Keep them bitches up
Smoking out the Bentley
Thirty on me, only give 'em a ten-peace
Perky on me, perky on me floatin'
Me and McMillan be codeine pourin'
Me and G-Money be codeine pourin'
And I have a missus, she be codeine pouring (Ayy, ayy)
I stay leanin' off the potion
Drowning in the purple ocean
[Verse 1]
Uh, ayy, I'm gettin' paid, shе wanna fuck, she get slayed
Married to the bucks, I'm in a tux
Walk up the aisle to the cream
A thousand miles in my Amiri Jeans
Not one pair, bitch, bought 'em by the thirteen
Seeing green every day of the week, money don't make me happy
Ohh, ayy, what you say?
Cut to the chase, out my face
Half of these niggas switched up on the boy
And the other half only here for the cake
I'm just tryna heal my pain
Niggas changed, drivin' me insane
R.I.P. my niggas in the grave
Grew up totin' guns, misbehave
Grew up takin' drugs to the brain
Grew up 'round plugs for the 'caine
I was only tryna make a way
John Madden, tryna make a play
Steve Madden with the shoes, they ain't Jimmy Choo
Nigga, you out of date
Bitch, I'm ballin', that's why I got these bitches callin'
All on me, I can't get 'em off me
[Chorus]
Double cup, Robitus', numb the pain, run it up
Hunnid bands in my jogging pants, bitch, I'm rich as fuck
Choppa, blam, make 'em running man, make 'em dance
Rob 'em for his bands, let me see his hands
Keep them bitches up
Smoking out the Bentley
Thirty on me, only give 'em a ten-peace
Perky on me, perky on me floatin'
Me and McMillan be codeine pourin'
Me and G-Money be codeine pourin'
And I have a missus, she be codeine pouring (Ayy, ayy)
I stay leanin' off the potion
Drowning in the purple ocean
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Juice WRLD - Sometimes (Unreleased)
[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, uh
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
[Chorus]
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
[Refrain]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Refrain]
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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Juice WRLD - Chase My Highs (Unreleased)
808 Mafia)
(Gezin)
Uh
Hey
[Chorus]
I been through this a thousand times (Thousand times, uh)
Without love, feels like I'll die (Like I'll die, uh)
Hopefully I'm satisfied (Satisfied, uh)
Sometimes I just chase my highs (Chase my highs)
Been through this a thousand times (Thousand times)
Without drugs, feels like I'll die (Like I'll die, uh)
Hopefully I'm satisfied (Satisfied, uh)
I tend to just chase my highs (Chase my highs, hey)
[Verse 1]
I know ignorance is bliss (Bliss), but I don't know what ignorant is (Is)
Does that make me ignorant (Ignorant)? Am I filled with ignorance (Ignorance)?
I ain't wanna fall in love again, damn near fell in love again
They judge mе based off my feelings, more than the color of my skin (Color of my skin)
It's hard to stay focusеd with these demons roaming (Roaming)
They walkin' through my head looking for a place to live (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
It's hard to stay focused with these demons roaming (Woah, woah, woah)
They walkin' through my soul lookin' for a new crib (Crib)
You can't tell me that I don't know who Lucifer is (Is)
I probably know him better than them niggas livin' in hell
You don't understand my struggle, think I don't make any sense (Sense)
If you don't go through what I go through, this is not for you to get
[Chorus]
Been through this a thousand times (Thousand times)
Without love, feels like I'll die (Like I'll die)
Hopefully I'm satisfied (Satisfied, uh)
Sometimes I just chase my highs (Chase my highs)
Been through this a thousand times (Thousand times)
Without drugs, feels like I'll die (Like I'll die)
Hopefully I'm satisfied (Satisfied)
I tend to just chase my highs (Chase my highs)
[Verse 2]
Walkin' through a hallway of darkness (Yeah), shadows follow me (Yeah, yeah)
God told me to keep walkin' (Uh), close my eyes and look away (Yeah)
The devil boolin' on my shoulders (Uh), telling me to numb the pain (Uh)
My temptations are a lot, like a bad bitch, ayy, ayy, ayy
I been through a lot, it's hard to manage, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in a position to deal damage, ayy, ayy, ayy
I can dish shit it out and take it, hey
Shit's about to get ugly, don't look this way, uh
On the real (Uh), and my chest is where the pain lives (Uh)
On the real (Uh), try to numb me with the pain pills (Hey)
I don't feel (Uh), but I still feel everything (Yeah)
I'm down in the dump, still livin' like a king
[Chorus]
Been through this a thousand times (Thousand times, uh)
Without love, feels like I'll die (Like I'll die, hey)
Hopefully I'm satisfied (Satisfied, uh)
Sometimes I just chase my highs (Chase my highs, hey)
Been through this a thousand times (Thousand times)
Without drugs, feels like I'll die (Like I'll die)
Hopefully I'm satisfied (Satisfied)
I tend to just chase my highs (Chase my highs)
[Outro]
Chase my highs, uh, feel the vibe
Look me in my eyes
See the Hell in my eyes
Uh, chase my highs, trying to satisfy
Look me in my eyes
This is real life
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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Juice WRLD - Rob The Plug (Prod. RockyRoadz)
[Intro]
Go Ronnie go
Bro said I can’t be off, yeah
Bro said I can’t be off the drugs in the field
I was taught to rob the plug, taught to steal
And if somebody in our way, we gon’ kill
Bro told me don’t be off the drugs in the field
I was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal
If a n***a in our way we gon kill
That’s for real
That’s for real
Bro said don’t be off the drugs in the field
I was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal
If a n***a in our way he get killed
That’s for real
That’s for real
[Verse]
Fuck how you feel
It’s all about the dollar bills
If I get locked up, no I won’t squeal
That’s for real
I don’t remember what happened anyway
I was off thе pills, for real
Chopper on me, big dog
If you want beef, thеn you need to get your steaks off
Pockets fat, no dyke bitch, Rick Ross
R Kelly with these hoes, they be pissed off
Sippin’ on the Cristal
VVS up on my wrist just like some Cristal
Ballin hard like Chris Paul
You n***as funny to me like Chris Rock
[Bridge]
In the field, I was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal
If a n***a in our way, he get killed
That’s for real
[Chorus]
Bro told me don’t be off the drugs in the field
I was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal
If a n***a in our way, he get killed
That’s for real
That’s for real
[Outro]
I was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal
I was taught to rob the drugs in the field
If a n***a in our way, he get killed
That’s for real
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Juice WRLD - Take Me Home (What Being Rich Feels Like)
[Intro]
Mmm (Yeah)
They ask me what being rich feels like (Lost in the abyss)
Smoking cooking crisp, stupid bitch
I tell 'em something don't feel right (Lost in the abyss)
Me and McMillan in this bitch (Over some shit)
[Chorus]
They ask me what being rich feels like (They ask me what being rich feels like)
I tell 'em something don't feel right (I tell 'em something don't feel right)
Every day I'm reaching for the pills, right (Every day I'm reaching for the pills, right)
Trying to escape real life (Tryna escape what is real)
They ask me what being rich feels like (They ask me what being rich feels like)
Something don't feel right (I tell 'em something don't feel right)
Every day I'm reaching for the pills, right (Every day I'm reaching for the pills, right)
Trying to escape real life (Everyday I'm reaching for the pills)
[Verse]
I'm a boss in these Rick Owens (Rick)
Other niggas ain't got shit goin' (Bitch)
Probably why I got your bitch goin' (Uh-huh)
Only hop in the whip if there's tints on it (Uh-huh, skrrt)
Dior outfit, spent ten on it (Uh-huh)
In the strip club, I threw ten on her (Uh-huh)
Three zips to the face, I'm a young stoner (Uh-huh)
We knock you out, Adrien Broner (Bah)
Get high as I want to (As I want)
Hit a nigga with a one, two (Bah, Bah)
Choppa kick like hi-ya (Hi-ya)
Gun know a lil kung-foo (Whew)
Smokin' on that fire (Gas), I get higher (I get gone)
Rob my supplier (Huh?, Yeah), getaway driver (Skrrt, I get gone)
I don't wanna fuck with these niggas, they fake
They try to take all the food off your plate (Uh-huh)
I'm a wolf when I fuck her, I'm showin' my fangs (Uh-huh)
Let bro fuck too, she doin' the gang (Uh-huh)
Let slime fuck too, we runnin' a train (Slatt)
Livin' this life, it's off the chains (Uh-huh)
Feel like Django without the chains (Uh-huh)
VLONE jacket, I'm lonely, ayy (Uh-huh)
[Bridge]
Take me home, yeah, yeah (Take me home)
I don't know where to go, yeah, yeah (I don't know where to go)
Devil saying yes, yes, yes (Devil saying yes)
I don't wanna hear, no (I don't wanna hear, no)
[Outro]
Take me home, yeah, yeah (Take me home)
I don't know where to go, yeah, yeah (I don't know where to go)
Devil saying yes, yes, yes (Devil saying yes)
I don't wanna hear (I don't wanna hear, no)
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Juice WRLD - Searching
Chorus}
I'm afraid that my love isn't working
I've been worried, I've been searching, I've been lurking
Even put down the drugs, it ain't working
Is it worth it?
Girl, for you I'd do anything, cause you perfect
Is it working?
Girl, you worth it, is it working?
I've been hurting, taking Perkys
I've been lurking, I've been searching
{Verse}
I saw you on social media
I fell in love over social media
I know, I know it's not typical
But this, isn't physical it's spiritual
I know, we got a connection
Definition of perfection, your love is a weapon
Hurt me, your love is a weapon
Hurt me, long as the birds are chirping
Yeah, ya heard me
Yeah, I worry, I'm scared that my love isn't working
Maybe if I buy you a Birkin
{Chorus}
I'm afraid that my love isn't working
I've been worried, I've been searching, I've been lurking
Even put down the drugs, it ain't working
Is it worth it?
Girl, for you I'd do anything, cause you perfect
Is it working?
Girl, you worth it, is it working?
I've been hurting, taking Percies
I've been lurking, I've been searching
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Juice WRLD - For Fun (F*** Or Sum’)
[Intro]
Hit a Yerky
You tryna fuck or sum'? (CB on the beat)
Bitch, woo (Yeah, it's working)
I almost OD'd in the party (Ya dig?)
And you was low-key off the molly (Yeah)
Are you tryna fuck or sum'? (You tryna fuck, you tryna fuck, you tryna fuck)
Almost OD'd in the party (Ya dig?)
And you was low-key off the molly (I did)
Are you tryna fuck or sum'? (Or what?, Or what?, Or what?, Or what?)
[Chorus]
I almost OD'd in the party (Uh-huh)
And you was low-key on the molly (Uh-huh)
Are you tryna fuck or sum'? (You tryna fuck, bitch, you tryna fuck)
I almost OD'd in the party (Uh-huh)
And you was low-key off the molly (Uh-huh)
Are you tryna fuck or sum'? (You tryna fuck, you tryna fuck, you tryna fuck)
Baby, I'm not tryna fuck this up (Uh-huh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, so I'm gon' go and fuck the money up (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every day, I'm on a money hunt (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Sometimes, I hunt hoes for fun
[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes, I spend dough for fun
Yeah, make it all back
.223's, F&N with me, he take all that
On my Q's, on my Q's and P's, I will not lack
A shopping spree could turn to a killing spree, it could be all that
[Chorus]
I almost OD'd in the party (Uh-huh)
And you was low-key on the molly (Uh-huh)
Arе you tryna fuck or sum'? (You tryna fuck, bitch, you tryna fuck)
I almost OD'd in the party (Uh-huh)
And you was low-key off the molly (Uh-huh)
Arе you tryna fuck or sum'? (You tryna fuck, you tryna fuck, you tryna fuck)
Baby, I'm not tryna fuck this up (Uh-huh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, so I'm gon' go and fuck the money up (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Every day, I'm on a money hunt (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
But I hunt for hoes for fun
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Juice WRLD - Rob A Bank (Stem)
[Intro]
One call away
Hmm, hmm
[Chorus]
That bitch, one call away, call away
Throw it all away, all away
She go all the way, all the way
Break her off today, like a law today
Money twice the age, Shabba Ranks
I put money in the bag, like I robbed a bank
So much money in the bag, like I robbed a bank
If I'm runnin' out of cash, I'ma rob a bank
[Verse 1]
Diamonds wet, they so aquatic, sippin’ Purple Qually
We can get it poppin’, it’s free smoke for anybody
Kick her out my hotel room, she waitin' in the lobby
Last night she start it up and rode it like a driver
I done seen some shit you can’t see, confidential
Need my own car, I'm gettin' tired of crashin' rentals
A .40 ain't a .40 unless it got an extеndo
Shoot three times, three times, now I kill him in the intro
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Chorus]
That bitch, onе call away, call away
Throw it all away, all away
She go all the way, all the way
Break her off today, like a law today
Money twice the age, Shabba Ranks
I put money in the bag, like I robbed a bank
So much money in the bag, like I robbed a bank
If I'm runnin' out of cash, I'ma rob a bank
[Verse 2]
I remember I was broke, I just ran up twenty rolls
I just ran up twenty bands, time to take a trip to France
Goyard on me, no Hermès
I'm in New York with my mans
Really wanna fuck on one of my fans
She told me she got a man
I know he don't stand a chance
Choppa make him shit his pants
Money make her dirty dance
Look at me, I'm Dirty Dan
We the one, brought the .30's in
These Perc-30's, not no 10's
This my money I'ma spend
I do this shit for my kin
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Chorus]
That bitch, one call away, call away
Throw it all away, all away
She go all the way, all the way
Break her off today, like a law today
Money twice the age, Shabba Ranks
I put money in the bag, like I robbed a bank
So much money in the bag, like I robbed a bank
If I'm runnin' out of cash, I'ma rob a bank
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