Young Thug, Juice WRLD - Baguettes lyrics

Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins]

[Young Thug, Juice WRLD - Baguettes lyrics]

DY Krazy gang, Freebands, git
Wheezy outta here

Still gettin' racks on racks
I put a bone on her breast (O oh)
Bulletproof doors on the back
Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go)
I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check
(The check) my lil' shawty said
"Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said)
Had to put my whole fist on baguettes
(Whole fist on baguettes)
I put both of my wrist on baguettes
(Both my wrist on baguettes)
Crank the coupe and it's steerin' it'self
(Steerin' it'self)
While we pop out his melanin
Take it there, you lit in it
Chanеl vintage steppin'
Got more sticks than a vеteran
(Ayy, got more racks than a vet)
Got more whips than a regular (Woo)
Panoram' at the telly
The Ghost at American deli
I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)

Lil' shawty got shot and his pastor
(Let's go)
She bendin' it over like Nelly (Woo)
She tall and she black like Isabella (Ah)
I told 'em that I was gon' kill it (Woo)
Also told them the dash is digital (Woo)
She had some in her mouth, she kissin' it
(Woo)
I got Ac' in my bag like it's typical
Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz
('Side of the benz)
Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz
(Peanut butter the seats)
How come you never had to leave?
We ball in the wind (Ball)
I blew some money overseas
Treat it like it was sent
Last murder, take the top off the Benz
Assassination, take the top off the Benz
(Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Yeah, tell me how the fuck I'm
Still ballin' with all these sins?
(Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Yeah, YSL niggas dedicated to win
(Drop the top off, drop the top off)
Freeband gang, Juice gang
Make yo' whole world spin
I call niggas pig skin
Always with the shit, nigga (Shit)
Pissin' on you shrimp niggas (Shit)
Flyer than a blimp, nigga (Shit)
Last walkin' pimp, nigga (Woo)
And I'm no wimp, nigga (Nah)
Never got whipped, nigga
(Never got whipped, nigga)
I ain't got jumped, nigga
(I ain't got jumped, nigga)
You sweet, Willy Wonka, nigga
(You sweet, Willy Wonka)
Pockets on lump, yeah, bitch ain't a gump
Yeah
Do what I want, yeah, fuckin' on a bump
Yeah gucci, Lil Pump, yeah, more
Gucci than Lil Pump, yeah
Twelve found him in the front of the car
But he still was in the trunk, yeah
Nigga, pass my cup, yeah
Nigga pass my Runtz, yeah
Girl, I do what I want, yeah
I'ma fuck you from the front, yeah
She had smoked a blunt, yeah, now
My dick smell like blunts, yeah
And I know she wanna quart, yeah
The way I'm kickin' my shit, you can call
Me Liu Kang mixed with a pointer, yeah
Getting head from Madonna, yeah
I ain't passin' my ganja, yeah
She was claimin' her bungee, yeah
I was claimin' my money, yeah
Get clean like a jelly, yeah
So when I came out the stomach, yeah
I had took off runnin', yeah
(Let's go, let's go)

Still gettin' racks on racks
I put a bone on her breast (O oh)
Bulletproof doors on the back
Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go)
I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check
(The check) my lil' shawty said
"Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said)
Had to put my whole fist on baguettes
(Whole fist on baguettes)
I put both of my wrist on baguettes
(Both my wrist on baguettes)
Crank the coupe and it's steerin' it'self
(Steerin' it'self)
While we pop out his melanin
Take it there, you lit in it
Chanel vintage steppin'
Got more sticks than a veteran
(Ayy, got more racks than a vet)
Got more whips than a regular (Woo)
Panoram' at the telly
The Ghost at American deli
I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)

Peek-a boo, hop in that Ghost, disappear
(Oh yeah)
I remember ridin' 'round in a 'lier
(Oh yeah)
Now it's Tesla, I don't steer, uh (Oh yeah)
Off a Tesla, I can't hear ya' (Oh yeah)
Bitch you look familiar (Oh yeah)
I think my brodie smashed (Oh yeah)
You are nothin' but a one hitter, bitch
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm in that Spider, drive it like a animal
(Oh yeah)
I eat her up for breakfast, I'm a cannibal
(Oh yeah) i hand my bro the hammer
And then he handle you (Oh yeah)
I told 'em, "Grab the lighter
Gon' and candle it" (Oh yeah)
Smokin' this Jackie Chan, not no Mandarin
(Oh yeah) they talkin' down on my name
Niggas slanderin' (Oh yeah)
Put a titty inside the Draco, let it blam you
(Oh yeah) back in the day
Would've credit card scammed you
(yeah, yeah) shit, huh, fever
(Oh yeah)
That nigga caught a fever (Oh oh yeah)
Fuck her (Uh) , leave her (yeah)
Wasn't finna cuff that bitch either
(Oh yeah)
I do not fuck with these people (Oh yeah)
Fuck her, then I kill her people (Oh yeah)
She can feel that in the air, huh
Beanie Siegel (yeah, yeah)

Still gettin' racks on racks
I put a bone on her breast (O oh)
Bulletproof doors on the back
Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go)
I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check
(The check) my lil' shawty said
"Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said)
Had to put my whole fist on baguettes
(Whole fist on baguettes)
I put both of my wrist on baguettes
(Both my wrist on baguettes)
Crank the coupe and it's steerin' it'self
(Steerin' it'self)
While we pop out his melanin
Take it there, you lit in it
Chanel vintage steppin'
Got more sticks than a veteran
(Ayy, got more racks than a vet)
Got more whips than a regular (Woo)
Panoram' at the telly
The Ghost at American deli
I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)

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