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letra de honest (studio session) - juice wrld

honest (studio session) lyrics
[intro]
ayy, oz, you a big dog now, you get to bark
victoriouz (victoriouz, victoriouz)

[verse 1]
brand new gun and i can’t wait to use it
i’ma beat it up like i’m abusive
n-ggas talkin’ stupid, what they doin’
he got a new glock, but who he shootin’
he impasta, turn his brain to pasta
told you i’m the man, n-gga you are not one
talking ’bout you got bands, b-tch i dropped them
b-tch i popped off, pop the top off
my n-ggas don’t eat, then i’m not gon’ sleep
i don’t f-ck with y’all, y’all be too police
claim that you know me, n-gga, you don’t even know me
ballin’ ’til i retire, b-tch, i’m goin’ out like i’m kobe, huh, huh, hey
[chorus]
yeah, i got it, pull it out then pop it, poppin’ at your noggin
i’m rockin’ givenchy, louis vuitton donnin’
i don’t f-ck with robins, flyеr than a robin
ball like mike jordan, you n-ggas craig hodges
i’m just smokin’ until i’m unconscious
rollin’ ’til i od, drinkin’ ’til i vomit
honеst, i’m just smokin’ until i’m unconscious
rollin’ ’til i od, drinkin’ ’til i vomit

[verse 2]
got some cash in, i’ve been ballin’
hit the dealership and cop me one of them what you ma call it’s
all i know is that it’s gucci, louis up in my closet
i used to wear the nike
i had a [?]
balenciaga, that sh-t too rare, and chanel, i just bought a new pair
sh-t places i go, but look, you ain’t never been there
.40 in a gucci bag with the birkin, never been scared, uh
i’ma count the money up, stack this, ain’t goin’ no mo’
hoe got passed around, we don’t want yo’ ho no mo’
gucci all on my clothes, that’s what i’m on, lil’ ho, ayy
kush my cologne, i don’t need no cologne no mo’

[chorus]
yeah, i got it, pull it out then pop it, poppin’ at your noggin
i’m rockin’ givenchy, louis vuitton donnin’
i don’t f-ck with robins, flyer than a robin
ball like mike jordan, you n-ggas craig hodges
i’m just smokin’ until i’m unconscious
rollin’ ’til i od, drinkin’ ’til i vomit
honest, i’m just smokin’ until i’m unconscious
rollin’ ’til i od, drinkin’ ’til i vomit
[verse 3]
choppa hit, boy that clip be longer than a hockey stick
she gon’ give me head i think i need a psychiatrist
i feel like i’m future i’m just being honest
run up on me that’s okay i’ll get to offin’
why you on a b-tch, i’m over here busy ballin’
this is my game, my coach
i’m gon’ do this sh-t for the culture
never do this sh-t for the vultures
chains up on wrist, i’m not no runaway
tryna fight? h-ll nah, i won’t put my gun away
up that heat like i won’t take the sun away
f-ck with my cash then you won’t see another day
flex and finesse, that’s my theory
stevie wonder, these n-ggas can’t see me
kicks, gucci, louis, and buscemi
i’m gon’ rub on that b-tch like she a genie
in the studio with my cameraman
got that white hand on my [?] fan
run up that’s okay you catch a fan
shout out to my fans
[?] from the land
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, i’m a bully
take his b-tch, then take her to the movies
after that, we may just make a movie
after that she f-ck, in a jacuzzi
i’ma shoot a movie, like i’m clooney
tuning on these n-ggas, like i’m looney
n-ggas talkin’ stupid, tell them sue me
i’m getting money, hold on n-gga, what are you doin’?
i’m on top of my game, life is a picture got the glock in the frame
run up, i’ma hit you, i’m not with the lame sh-t
i’m gon’ lane switch, all girls are the same, huh, ain’t sh-t
[chorus]
yeah, i got it, pull it out then pop it, poppin’ at your noggin
i’m rockin’ givenchy, louis vuitton donnin’
i don’t f-ck with robins, flyer than a robin
ball like mike jordan, you n-ggas craig hodges
i’m just smokin’ until i’m unconscious
rollin’ ’til i od, drinkin’ ’til i vomit
honest, i’m just smokin’ until i’m unconscious
rollin’ ’til i od, drinkin’ ’til i vomit

[verse 4]
huh, uh, i just caught a play
wake up thanking god for another day
percocet and henny, take it to the face
i feel super lost like i’m up in a maze
baby i’m a dog, yeah
i’ma ball super hard, oh, i’ma ball super hard, john wall
ain’t it amazing
i’m catching feelings, i remember catching cases
raf simons, baby, this ain’t no k-swiss
tony hawk, i up that glock he did a kick flip

- juice wrld

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