G-Eazy – Big Ben Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Preme & G-Eazy]
Right here in the game, swear I’ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain’t going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don’t need me to spend
Told her just cop the car seat and I’ma buy you the Benz (Skrrt-skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben
Ya’ll fight for dollars and cents like y’all ain’t got no sense
Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live? If you diss, get mopped, I clean up my shit
My lil’ bro got shot, I felt like I got hit
All my dogs brought sticks, told ’em I got this
Gotta take those risks, we abide by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I’m dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin’, but the bad bitches love this
Thug shit, I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick (Yeah)
[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Hit the studio, I came straight from the YSL fashion show
Word to Anthony Vaccarello, we skipped the after, though
I get this cash to flow, models asking, “Who has the blow?”
Uppers and downers, can’t tell if I’m moving fast or slow
She just took acid, just kicked in
Got the big face Rollie, call my watch Big Ben
Zero to sixty in three, this a big boy Benz
Black on black, I whipped the Batmobile, it must be him
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
I’m killing ’em when I’m in my ‘Rari, feel like a hearse
My garage look like the Jay Leno lot, your feelings hurt
I threw her ten, she put some new plastic under her shirt, look
It’s just a gesture, you’re welcome, look, it’s my pleasure
Put a Birkin on her dresser, it’s like she discovered treasure
Plus the YSL clutch, really, it took no effort
I’m Curry in the clutch, look, I dominate under pressure, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben (Yeah)
[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
My piece she put her tongue on, ain’t fucking ‘less the glove’s on
I’m stuck inside her head just like a love song, no doubt
Been one of the best out, your music got me stressed out
‘Cause they ain’t got no bars like they fresh out, big clout
Talk about the best, you got me fucked up if I’m left out
The only white boy in the world who could bring the west out
Girls at my shows on shoulders, she pulls her breasts out
On her boyfriend, he’s miserable, feeling left out
Last night we got high as shit, almost feel like I died a bit
I just fucked a stranger, I asked her name while she ride my dick
Rumors spreading quick, I tell her to chill and quiet it
Rock and roll stories I’ll save the rest for the biopic (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben

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G-Eazy – A Very Strange Time Lyrics

(Uh)
Where is my mind? (Yeah)
Tryna hold on before I explode
Might have got lost on this yellow brick road
Where is my mind? (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 2]
Lot of, “Who you love most?”
While you look ’em in the face though
When the world is burning, saying, “Everything’ll be okay, though”
Hardest thing to do, feel like my word is made of Play-Doh
In a world of yes men, it’s been getting harder to say no
They’ll never understand if they tried to rip apart this
Most managers won’t understand the lifestyle of an artist
The price you pay, they’ll never comprehend what it charges
It’s hard to find a light here, but it’s solace in this darkness
Lose my mind on occasion, tend to misplace it
I try to white out my problems, never erased it
I threw a whole lot away while just getting wasted
Some demons hide in plain sight, I still never faced it, but fuck it
This time I’ll look the other way
My destiny manifested is where I’m at today
And this is the game that I always loved to play
I’m where I’m supposed to be and I wouldn’t have it another way
You know? (Yeah)
Tryna hold on before I explode
Might have got lost on this yellow brick road
Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Feel like the Joker holdin’ Harley Quinn
I’d probably do it all again if I could start again
Life gets a little weird here in artist land
While I’m watchin’ the world burn holdin’ Marlon’s hand
The narrator ain’t have time for a wife
Said you met me at a very strange time in my life
We could’ve made this all work if the timing was right
It ain’t 2009 no more, when I was rhymin’ with Cyph
Life is different, reminiscin’ when the lifestyle was simple
When all we needed was an eighth and a Four Loko to get you
But it was never enough, I had to fly through that window
Aim the highest, live the fastest, she couldn’t live at my tempo
But here we are
[Chorus]
Where is my mind? (Haha)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
It’s somewhere offshore, it’s somewhere on tour
The show must go on ’cause they want an encore
I should be happy here, but I always want more
Mom’s house is in escrow, shut the front door
The fuck is my life? [Chorus]
Where is my mind? [Interlude]
Where is my mind? (Uh)
Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? [Chorus]
Where is my mind? (Yeah)
Tryna hold on before I explode
Might have got lost on this yellow brick road
Where is my mind? (Uh)
Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Play this song
[Intro]
Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

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Beck – Uneventful Days Lyrics

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Uneventful days, uneventful nights
Living in that dark, waiting for the light
Caught up in these neverending battle lines
Everything has changed and nothing feels right
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know it’s gone
I know, I know, I know it’s gone
Ooh yeah
Neverending days, neverending nights
Everything I say, I know I can’t get right
Let me (?) every morning that light
You might know my name, you don’t know my mind
I don’t even know what’s wrong (the days without you)
Only ten minutes to go (leave me cold and alone)
I don’t even know now
Found my way without you (no no no)
I don’t even know now (oh, gonna leave me alone)
Uneventful days, uneventful nights
Living in that dark, waiting for the light
Nothing you could say could make it come to light
I don’t have a way to make you change your mind
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know it’s gone
I know, I know, I know
It’s gone
Yeah
Neverending days, neverending nights
Time is moving slow, I don’t even mind
Let me (?) every morning that light
Got nowhere to go, got nowhere to fight
?? In and out of love all night
Neverending days, neverending nights
Everything I do, you know I don’t do right
I’ve been waiting around all night
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah gonna work now
??? Nothing but a low down, let down
Why don’t I get down, left down
??

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​twenty one pilots – The Hype (Berlin) Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Hype)
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I feel cold, even paralyzed
My interior world needs to sanitize
It might take some friends and a warmer shirt
But you don’t get thick skin without getting burnt
[Chorus]
Nice to know my kind will be on my side
I don’t believe the hype
And you know you’re a terrible sight
But you’ll be just fine
Just don’t believe the hype
[Post-Chorus]
Just don’t believe the hype
Take it from me, you’ll be with your kind, yeah
Just don’t believe the hype
Everywhere you go, you won’t be surprised, yeah
(Hype)
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I feel cold, even paralyzed
My interior world needs to sanitize
It might take some friends and a warmer shirt
But you don’t get thick skin without getting burnt
[Chorus]
Nice to know my kind will be on my side
I don’t believe the hype
And you know you’re a terrible sight
But you’ll be just fine
Just don’t believe the hype
(Take me with you)
[Post-Chorus]
Just don’t believe the hype
Take it from me, you’ll be with your kind, yeah
Just don’t believe the hype
Everywhere you go, you won’t be surprised, yeah
(Hype)
[Break]
(We’re gonna rely pretty heavily
On technology
And energy
To cover up the fact that we’re only two people
But I think we can do it)
[Bridge]
No, I don’t know which way I’m goin’
But I can hear the way, yeah
No, I don’t know which way I’m goin’
But I can hear the way, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
You’ll be with your kind, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
You’ll be with your kind, yeah yeah
No, I don’t know which way I’m goin’ (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
You’ll be with your kind, yeah yeah
No, I don’t know which way I’m goin’ (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
You’ll be with your kind, yeah
[Outro]
Just don’t, just don’t
Just don’t believe the… (Hype)
Just don’t, just don’t
Just don’t believe it
Just don’t, just don’t
Just don’t believe the… (Hype)
Just don’t, just don’t
Just don’t believe it

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Juice WRLD – Murder Rate Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus]
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the fuck up, I can’t concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah)
If you try me today, you gon’ die today
On my knees, I been praying for better days
I don’t mean an assist, tryna fade away (Hoo, shit)
Yeah, I be up working all night and days
Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me
No, I don’t mean that bitch is surrounding me
Ain’t no know me I won’t ever change up
All my niggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, I should be in a Range Rove’
I’ma pull up, I’m doing a high speed
[Verse 1]
Weezy F made it, I’m finna kill it, go ahead and bury it
I got my gun, I’ma Mariah Carey it
I love the money so much I’ma marry it
Don’t know how to act, I feel like a barbarian
He don’t want beef, that nigga vegetarian
Gun with a silencer like a librarian
I be the reason all these bitches staring
She swallows my kids, not good at parenting
Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances
I got a Lamborghini from the dealership
If I don’t buy a car I put it on my wrist (Bling, bling)
Rocking red just like Popovich
Shooting no stock ain’t nobody stopping it
They pocket watching ain’t nobody [?]
[?] MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh)
My niggas coming for you (Ooh)
My niggas coming for you (Ooh)
Ain’t no telling what they gon’ do
Catch ya at the red light, pull up, vroom
She ride my dick like a witch on a broom
When he walked in, we smell bitch in the room
Ayy, shoot that dude
Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool
[Chorus]
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the fuck up, I can’t concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah)
If you try me today, you gon’ die today
On my knees, I been praying for better days
I don’t mean an assist, tryna fade away (Hoo, shit)
Yeah, I be up working all night and days
Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me
No, I don’t mean that bitch is surrounding me
Ain’t no know me I won’t ever change up
All my niggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, I should be in a Range Rove’
I’ma pull up, I’m doing a high speed
[Open Verse]

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K CAMP – Homecoming Freestyle Lyrics

(Woo)
I went from broke to fat pockets, look at me (What?)
I fuck with Texas, give no fucks ’bout PV (What?)
I used to hustle, used to pass out CDs (What?)
Broke niggas watchin’, I’m just prayin’ that they pleased (What?)
How I never let ’em play me? So you can see them diamonds when I tell your bitch, “Bye”
I miss my granddaddy, Charles, he died earlier this year (Yeah)
At the funeral, and I ain’t even drop a tear
‘Cause I was numb to the pain, I was numb to the hurt (Hurt)
Prayin’ to my grandma, and she told me, “It’s gon’ work” (Grandma)
Told me, “Keep on workin’,” told me, “Step on niggas’ necks” (Necks)
And she in Heaven too, angels on me, yes, I’m blessed (Blessed)
Holdin’ all the weight, I put the pressure on my chest (Yeah)
I’d be lyin’ to you if I said I wasn’t stressed (Yeah)
The money still comin’ so I’m good, ho (Good)
Born in Milwaukee, I still put on for the hood, ho (Yeah)
But the north side raised me, can’t forget that (Yeah)
And I’ma shit on every nigga, just for get-back (Yeah)
Remember how y’all treated me, I won’t forget that (Yeah)
I was fucked up, tryna get a hit back (Yeah)
When I got hits on every project that I dropped, though (Yeah)
And with that homecoming money, I’ma shop, ho (Yeah)
And buy your bitch AMIRIs (Let’s go)
These niggas never mind they business, call ’em Siri (Woo)
I just pray, before I die, these niggas hear me (Niggas hear me)
These niggas broke and they contagious, don’t come near me (Yeah)
Y’all don’t want me on a feature, do you fear me? (Heat)
Niggas say I ain’t the G.O.A.T., well, that don’t sound right
Niggas always runnin’ ’round sayin’ I’m slept on
Balenciagas on my feet, bitch, don’t get stepped on
Last year, I lost my daughter, do you know the pain? But y’all don’t know ’cause I don’t let y’all in on everything (Nah)
It’s been plenty sunny days that I just pray it rain (Yeah)
Yeah, I been goin’ through some shit, the devil on my brain (Yeah)
Put plenty niggas in positions, then they switched sides
It’s alright, I’m still poppin’ like a fish fry
I’m too live, threw some rings on my fist, why? Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
Haha, these niggas was playin’ with Camp, for real
Fuck wrong with these niggas? (Nah)
I get big bread, I ain’t gotta say, “Cheese” (Fuck ’em)
Niggas rather post a pic and hide behind the keys (Fuck ’em)
Niggas talkin’ hits, bitch, I got a few of these (Fuck ’em)
I am the culture, I’m the nigga that they sound like (Yeah)
Most these niggas in the game, they just my sound bytes (Facts)
Kiss 5 comin’ soon, what that sound like? Please keep the hate up ’cause as long as you hate, the money gon’, uh, increase, so, uh, thank you
Good night Ha, these niggas got they style from me, fool
Yeah (King of the Vibes)
[Verse]
Woke up to some tweets about a homecoming (What?)
While I’m readin’ all this fuck shit, I’m still thumbin’ (Brr)
Still gunnin’, I got racks, split it with the guys (Guys)
I swear these niggas, they gon’ hate it when a nigga rise
I got a pretty bitch named Nina, keep her on my side (Fuck)
No, I ain’t have to cop the Lamb, but I just love to glide (Ooh)
These pussy niggas prolly hatin’ cause I’m inside
They baby mama, I’ma truck it just like Roll Tide (Truck it)
I’m fully loaded, I’ma shoot it ’til the clip gone (Brr)
These niggas fuck with me from L.A. (Yeah)
Through these Gucci readin’ glasses, I see clearly
Through these Gucci readin’ glasses, I see clearly
And I love all my fans so dearly
[Outro]
Shoutout to my Texas fans
Shoutout to everybody that was talkin’ shit in my, uh, my Twitter this weekend, y’all inspired this shit
I love when I get enough inspiration to go rap, like, right on point
You know what I’m sayin’? down to Bowen Homes
And R.I.P.

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G-Eazy – I Wanna Rock Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah
Young Gerry, it’s gettin’ scary
Oh
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
1da finna let the raw bass drop (Uh)
[Post-Chorus: G-Eazy]
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I don’t want friends, I just want M’s (M’s)
I don’t follow trends, I just follow tens (Tens)
Every other week I’ma make a M (M)
I told her, if you make it hard turn it to a ten (Ten)
I’m the type to drop the top while she gives me top
Still the white boy in the club that can’t Milly Rock (Rock)
Still the same and I made a milli of a pop (Pop)
Come to the land of the hyphy, I’m a juggernaut (Juggernaut)
I don’t fuck with Xans, I grew up on Pac (Grew up on Pac)
I get love in Houston the way I rap a lot (I rap a lot)
I don’t eat bacon, I don’t fuck with cops
If I kill the best alive, then it’s suicide
May 24th, I’m a Gemini (I’m a Gemini)
Not a one hit wonder, this is why I’m hot (Why I’m hot)
No Limit, all I got is Me, Myself & I
When I said it’s her and I, that shit was a lie (Yup)
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
1da finna let the raw bass drop (Uh)
[Post-Chorus: G-Eazy]
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
[Verse 2: Gunna]
I feel better that I made it in
Louis sweater on my new bitch, she Canadian (Canadian)
We gon’ let the haters hate again (Hate again)
Top blown, while we speedin’ in the latest Benz (Latest Benz)
Latest Benz, Mercedes-Benz (Mercedes-Benz)
Go under, she said ain’t nobody better than (Better than)
She give me head, make me feel like the president (The president)
I’m cumming while I’m thumbing through these presidents
Pay me cash or what (What)
Gunna in his bag, and this watch cost a car (Car)
Gotta shine like a star (Shine)
We above all the law (law)
Way too many drugs, I do not trust a cop (Nah)
I ran into the plug and I’m not running off (Off)
I love my niggas all so my mom made it, boss (Yeah)
No, we’re not showing love, it’s a line you did cross (Cross)
None of my bitches scrubs, this is dyin’, this is tough (Tough)
They dissin’, they playin’ with us and you dyin’, nigga, caught (Caught)
I’m feelin’ lil’ shawty love, you can find what you want (Want)
I might just spend a lil’ dub, I keep mine in the vault (Vault)
We livin’ it for the club, I be flyin’ like a hawk
Flyin’ like a hawk (Yeah)
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
1da finna let the raw bass drop (Uh)
[Post-Chorus: G-Eazy]
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
I don’t fake to Funk when I fuckin’ flex
Keep it 97, I’m a hundred when I’m at your neck (Yeah)
Still ain’t forget what the fuck you said
You were lyin’, you were sleepin’ on that dirty bed
Old head, man, I’m gettin’ more bread
Hatin’ on a young kid, man that shit is so dead (Uh)
Fuck what a hoe said
Sniff a line off my dick, that’s what I call a cokehead (Ooo)
Feel better, you can hate me then
If everybody real, what that make me then? Found out I was a star ’round nine or 10 (nine or 10)
And shit ain’t really been the same ever since
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
Run all the way back when I face opps (Opps)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
Boi-1da finna let the raw bass drop (Uh)
[Chorus: G-Eazy]
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
I wanna rock, I wanna rock (Rock)
1da finna let the raw bass drop (Uh)
[Post-Chorus: G-Eazy]
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then
If you feel better, you can hate me then

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Russ – BEST ON EARTH Lyrics

He say life is too short and we should fuck now
I think I’m finna break him, it’s gon’ be quick
He know I ride that dick ’til I get seasick
Wavy lil’ bitch to talk that east shit
Nasty but don’t put nothin’ past me
Now I got the pussy and the power if you ask me
[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me Play this song
[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me
[Verse 1: Russ]
Yeah
Her ass fatter than fat and she got good throat
Sit that cad on my lap, I give it good strokes
I might have to fly her out to Mikanos
Or maybe to Japan so I can hit her like I’m Ichiro
She knows what the fuck is up, I ain’t gotta dumb it down
Tatted like Rihanna, pussy singing like it’s run-of-town
I love it, she’s a freak
I promise if I could, I’d fuck her seven days a week
Face from the middle east, ass from the west indies
Suckin’ the soul up out of my body, rest in peace
Head got me wobblin’
She know I got cameras, she say we should vlog it
I know she got stamina, she say start joggin’, yeah
[Chorus: Russ & BIA]
Like the way she work, ayy
She always puts me first, ayy
And I know I’ve been around
But I swear you got the best on earth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I got drip on the floor and it’s gettin’ nasty
He ain’t keepin’ his hands up off my asscheeks
I got somethin’ to give him and if he asks me (Uh)
I’m not feelin’ up, baby, I let him gas me (Uh)
[Verse 2: BIA]
Light me up, light me up
I done seen the whole world and they knowin’ ain’t hot as us
Bankrolls, dank roll, they ain’t really as loud as us
I be hopin’ that it’s love but it really just be the lust
Anything Fort Rush now, it’s [?] on the touchdown
It’s a cold world, get a bust down
How you get my mind before my body and my trust now?

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Travis Scott – Grey Lyrics

The sky is grey
Grey! Yeah, yeah (Uhuh)
The sky is grey, yeah, yeah
The sky is grey, mmm-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah
Grey! The sky is grey (Uhuh)
Woah-ooh-oh
Grey! Play this song
[Chorus]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell’s too loud
Ridin’ in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight’s my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh
[Verse 1]
Around this time, was starvin’, no Ramadan, yeah
Nighta robbed you blind
You, you, you, your dad and moms, yeah
Keep that in mind
Fear two things: being broke and dying
Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD come take this ride
No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside, yeah
Take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind, yeah
Fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let’s hypnotize
Yeah, ooh
[Chorus]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell’s too loud
Ridin’ in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight’s my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh
[Verse 2]
That second verse, fresh to death, straight out a hearse
Can’t do no verse, Lord knows-know I got a curse
Bitch, said fuck you bitch, bitch, damn you know I’m your man
Ass, ass, ass, yeah, it’s fuck you, bitch
Clap, clap, clap, you know you bitch
Yeah, I’m speedin’, Lambo two-[?]
Uh, you know we in it, you know
You know, retweetin’ it, uh
Price scales, you beatin’ it
Hotel bookin’, you screen it
I go under to all night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night like
[Chorus]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell’s too loud
Ridin’ in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight’s my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh (Uhuh)
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! [Verse 3]
I’m on that last night trip
She on my last night flip, I flip
She on that last night dip
We on that swing-type [?]
Lil’ pearla-dot, [?] her slit
She gon’ that [?] phone, I got
She on my jambone, bitch
Yeah, last night [?]
Cell phone [?], [?]
[?]
She edgin’ my [?] and oh shit
[?] baby, come on
Cell phone lands in no bitch
Hoes so callin’ to get a bit
[?] that whip
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
The sky is grey, ooh-go
Mmm-mmm, yeah Yeah-yeah
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh
Grey! Woah-ooh-oh
Grey!

Categories: Music

Juice WRLD – Boy Wit Da Bandz Lyrics

Play this song
{Intro}
She told me that she was just a fan
She love all the boys in the band (Facts)
Kirk Kneezy on the beat, yeah! {Hook}
She told me that she was just a fan
She love all the boys in the band
Me I’m just a boy with the bands
Pull up in that toy with my friends
I been on the percocets again
Can’t nobody save me from them
Guess i’m going crazy again
I guess i’m going crazy
{Verse}
Crash my brand new Mercedes
Smash your hoe on the daily
Ball like Tracy McGrady
Ain’t no Xbox, you can’t play me
Put it in a head lock
Ain’t no Flintstone, but I can make your bed rock
Shoot you in your face, bitch I don’t do leg shots
You gon’ fall down like the beat drop
Bunch of bad kids like the boondocks
Used to keep rocks in my two socks
My junior year, bought my first Glock
Back then, I ain’t know I ain’t need one
{Hook}
She told me that she was just a fan
She love all the boys in the band
Me I’m just a boy with the bands
Pull up in that toy with my friends
I been on the percocets again
Can’t nobody save me from them
Guess i’m going crazy again
I guess i’m going crazy
{Open Verse}
{Hook}
She told me that she was just a fan
She love all the boys in the band
Me I’m just a boy with the bands
Pull up in that toy with my friends
I been on the percocets again
Can’t nobody save me from them
Guess i’m going crazy again
I guess i’m going crazy

Categories: Music