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letra de juice wrld - girl ll - juice wrld

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[intro: juice wrld]
808 mafia
haha, max lord, preach it, haha
gezin
i f-ck the blunt up, haha
yeah, i’m on marijuana (marijuana)
my lean plug say he’ll be here in a second (pull up)
i’m getting high, i’m feelin’ restless (i’m sad)
(last dude on the track!)
feel like i’m finna die (r.i.p.)

[chorus: juice wrld]
f-ck the blunt up, then f-ck your momma (uh-huh)
my vvs cold, like a arctic tundra
that .40 on me, woah, you don’t want no problems
and you best proceed with some caution, yeah
this song for the girl with the blonde hair
suck me up good, give me becky, like, yeah
she ride it, like, yeah, in a versace chair
her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah

[verse 1: juice wrld]
i’m high as h-ll, mind everywhere
still mind over matter
pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
.30 and that .40 make you percolate like a dancer
i’m colder than the north pole, blitzen and prancer
she say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
her ex-n-gga too low, she don’t got no standards
he ain’t right, me? i live a better life
ran it up like jerry rice, i don’t gotta say it twice
this is real life, your n-gga is fisher-price
i can read minds, you was thinkin’ ’bout how i’m that n-gga, right?

[chorus: juice wrld]
f-ck the blunt up, then f-ck your momma (uh-huh)
my vvs cold, like a arctic tundra
that .40 on me, woah, you don’t want no problems
and you best proceed with some caution, yeah
this song for the girl with the blonde hair
suck me up good, give me becky, like, yeah
she ride it, like, yeah, in a versace chair
her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah

[verse 2: juice wrld and trippie redd]
woah, woah woah, i’m high as h-ll, mind everywhere (yeah)
still mind over matter (yeah)
pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder (woah, woah)
and i love it yeah

[verse 3: trippie redd]
bae, it’s 3am, i’m tryna blow your back (blow your back)
toot that in the air, baby, and throw it back (throw it back)
hail mary, throw that like a quarterback (quarterback)
hail mary, throw that like a quarterback (quarterback)
woah, woah, woah, yeah!
woah, love the pill selection that you do with me (oh)
armani, chanel, ain’t nothin’ new to me (yeah)
(aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
love the way you get on top, you’re screwin’ me (oh)
baby girl, i love the things you do to me (yeah)

[bridge: juice wrld]
let’s make plans, draw outlines, take this chance of a lifetime
replacements, there ain’t no one
i go through the most, but you help me stay afloat

[chorus: juice wrld]
f-ck the blunt up, then f-ck your momma (uh-huh)
my vvs cold, like a arctic tundra
that .40 on me, woah, you don’t want no problems
and you best proceed with some caution, yeah
this song for the girl with the blonde hair
suck me up good, give me becky, like, yeah
she ride it, like, yeah, in a versace chair
her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah

[verse 4: juice wrld]
time, time will tell, i’m sad as h-ll
being broke make me sadder
ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin’
when my world upside down, i’m smilin’
turn my frown upside down? i doubt it
like, yeah, these are my tears, sing away my fears
buzz lightyears away from here, ayy
catch me somewhere f-ckin’ a blunt up and f-ckin’ on your momma

[chorus: juice wrld]
f-ck the blunt up, then f-ck your momma (uh-huh)
my vvs cold, like a arctic tundra
that .40 on me, woah, you don’t want no problems
and you best proceed with some caution, yeah
this song for the girl with the blonde hair
suck me up good, give me becky, like, yeah
she ride it, like, yeah, in a versace chair
her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah

[verse 5: juice wrld]
you’re fine as h-ll, i’m drunk as well
he ain’t right, me? i live a better life
walk around with the brightest lights
in that ghost like poltergeist
i can show you paradise, me, i live a better life
you tryna deny that i ain’t reach it just like suicide
i could come like daddy, right
triple 9, f-ck the pastors wife
i can read minds, you were thinkin’ that i’m that n-gga, right?
roll the blunt up, count the guap up
smoke the ganja then f-ck your mama
i never gave a f-ck, at all, never
i got way with words, i’m a lil’ too clever

[chorus: juice wrld]
f-ck the blunt up, then f-ck your momma (uh-huh)
my vvs cold, like a arctic tundra
that .40 on me, woah, you don’t want no problems
and you best proceed with some caution, yeah
this song for the girl with the blonde hair
suck me up good, give me becky, like, yeah
she ride it, like, yeah, in a versace chair
her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah

[verse 6: lil uzi vert and juice wrld]
she said that it’s sad and (oh, no)
she think i got a habit (oh no)
nowadays, the perc out, it ain’t lastin’
i can’t see you, i’m too focused on the cab-
i’ma keep on makin’ magic, as long as my drugs involved
sometimes i get lost in my thoughts, i’m gone
some days high tides, some black skies
know you don’t really love me, just my songs
demons leave my crib with bl–dy nose and black eyes
pop another one when i’m alone in my room
me and her can share the world and end up being selfish, uh
pretty as h-ll, feel her like braille, cupid nailed it
she my umbrella when the rainstorms hit

[pre-chorus: juice wrld and trippie redd]
f-ck the blunt up, then f-ck your momma (uh-huh)
my vvs cold, like an arctic tundra
that .40 on me, woah, you don’t want no problems (yeah)
and you best proceed with some caution, yeah

[chorus: juice wrld]
this song for the girl with the blond hair
suck me up good, give me becky, like, yeah
she ride it, like, yeah, in a versace chair
her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah

[outro: last-dude]
ooh, ah ah
ooh, ah ah, ah ah
ooh, ah ah, ah ah
ooh, ah ah, ah ah, mmm mmm

- juice wrld

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