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Juice WRLD

Jarad Anthony Higgins, better known by his stage name Juice WRLD, is a singer, songwriter, and rapper. He was born on December 2, 1998, in Chicago, Illinois. He is primarily known for his breakout hits "All Girls Are the Same", "Lucid Dreams", and "Robbery." Sadly, Juice WRLD died from a seizure that was caused by an accidental overdose on December 8, 2019. R.I.P Legends Never Die 999 more »

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Uh-huh, yeah (Yeah, I'ma talk some shit), (Gezin), uh-huh, yeah
I'm in the cut with an aerial (8-8-8-808 Mafia)
Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aerial (Yeah)
The niggas with me don't really speak no English
They scream, and they shoot like barbarians (Oh yeah)
I just saw a pussy, I just saw a rat, who just let Tommy and Jerry in? (Oh yeah)
These niggas don't really be niggas, these niggas be bitches (Sheesh)
Who let Tyler Perry in? (Gleesh)
Let's go

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Grrah, grrah)
Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Brrah), make it look scarier (Let's go, brrah)
Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)
Every day, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah), told her I'll f*ck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah)

Strap, aim at your noodle
Yes, that's what amateurs do (Brrah, brrah)
Bitch, I'm a dog (Yeah, yeah), bitch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo (Woof, woof, woof)
I up the Glock, make 'em jump like hopscotch (Brrah, brrah), leave his ass sick like the flu (Okay)
Bad bitches, need two, yeah, don't trust him, he fool, yeah (Hold on)
Hangin' out the roof in Balenciaga shoes
Virgil Abloh on me too (C'mon)
Fresh ass nigga, on these pest ass niggas, I'ma press that nigga, I'ma shoot (Boom)
I'm a vet ass nigga, up a 'Tec ass nigga
Tryna find peace, Ron Artest ass nigga? (Ayy)
They see blonde dreads, try and test that nigga (Sick 'em)
I'ma have to cardiac arrest a nigga (Sick 'em, sick 'em)
Do 'em dirty like Old Yeller (Yeah)
Money the age of an old fellow (Yeah-yeah)
Nicknamed my 45 Mayweather (Mayweather)
It's a thot, it's a ho, a Hugh Hefner (Yeah)
Got the pot on the stove, super chef
I'm 2Pac with the juice, Makaveli
Hundred shots in the tool, battle-ready (Yeah-yeah)
Dunk on the bitch, I'm rim-rattle McGrady
Ice on your bitch in a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh)
Dick so good, she started to pay me (Uh-huh)
I got the cup like I came from the '80s (Uh-huh)
There's white in my cup like I came from the '80s (Ayy)
You sittin' in coach with your bitch and your baby (Ayy)
I'm up in first with my first fuckin' lady (Ayy)
She been lovin' the way I've been fuckin' her lately (Ayy)
F*ck around, f*ck around, give her a baby (Ayy)

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)
Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh Yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Braah), make it look scarier (Let's go, braah)
Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)
Every day, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah), told her I'll f*ck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah)

Uh, um, I remember I was on the run
I was hitting licks just for fun, even though I was broke
No, I ain't have no dough, so I was tryna get me some
Tryna rob me? Nah
Tryna rob me, nigga? You dumb, best believe I'm gon' keep one
Got a .30 and a drum, got a horny ass gun on me
I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it cum
Got a horny-ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on
I'ma make her bust it open, make her cum, yeah
Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah
Wet 'em up, fire hydrant, yeah
Call my Draco Neji, yeah, sixty-four shot, Trigun, yeah
So many drugs around me, if you with me, you gon' try some, yeah
I dip the blunt in the Actavis
I pour a four with a potion, I'm passionate
I'm wreakin' havoc, I'm chillin' with savages
Shootin' like Mavericks with them automatics
Radical but I move highly irrational
Beat a nigga ass in the club like Raditz
Guess I forgot all of my home trainin'
'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)
Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Yeah), make it look scarier (Let's go, Gezin)
Ain't been this hot in a long time (Yeah)
Every day, my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah, 8-8-8-808 Mafia)
Told her I'll f*ck her on my own time (Yeah)

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