Juice WRLD - Barry Bonds lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Barry Bonds lyrics]
I won't pick up my phone shawty
I been road runnin'
Bet she part devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch I’m fire like a stove on
Fire like "Who left the stove on?"
She told me I get her turned on
When I start using my tongue
Knocking that pussy right out of
The park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on the nigga, we met at a park
Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart
Spot-on she the only one who got the
Key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on
Ayy, KBeaZy, you fye'd up
I won't pick up my phone shawty
I been road runnin'
Bet she part devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch I’m fire like a stove on
Fire like "Who left the stove on?"
She told me I get her turned on
When I start using my tongue
Knocking that pussy right out of
The park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on the nigga, we met at a park
Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart
Spot-on she the only one who got the
Key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on
Every day I'ma chase to the blue faces
Get my racks on (Skrrt)
Turn on your block
(Oh) , everybody outside get shot (Oh)
I'ma work every day, I'ma keep getting paid
Just to keep the lights on (yeah) 7 o’clock
(Uh) , I be at work on the dot (Oh, oh, oh)
Hey, let's go
Now I ball, I stay lit like Mardi Gras
My eyes got big off the Molly, Raw
Make me wanna shoot up a party (Grrah)
Sorry I'm not sorry
(Uh) , bitch, I don't fear nobody
I'm so high, can't feel my body
Let's go
Four black friends in the back of the
Benz smokin' dope 'cause they don't care
Rollin' up mids, toting on the Sigs
Run up, don't you dare
Clap 'em there, make 'em disappear
I won't pick up my phone shawty
I been road runnin'
Bet she part devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch I’m fire like a stove on
Fire like "Who left the stove on?"
She told me I get her turned on
When I start using my tongue
Knocking that pussy right out of
The park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on the nigga, we met at a park
Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart
Spot-on she the only one who got the
Key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on