Juice WRLD - Campfire Song (Freestyle) lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Campfire Song Freestyle lyrics]
I got some sugar, some sweetness
No beat, only sugar (Heh) , alright?
Try this one
(Only, only sugar, hahaha, aah)
Try this one mouv'
DJ MUXXA uh
I don't wanna know i'ma fall down, uh
I ain't finna fall down
Fourth-quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out
Don't go to work, baby, call out
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
Uh, I'm finna ball out
Fourth-quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don't go to work, baby, just call out
Uh, in the bedroom, all out
Percs on the counter
I can't wait to take 'em
Blunts on the counter, can't wait to face it
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she be my favorite
All my songs, they all on her playlists
I don't really know how to say it
But I'ma say it
I don't really know if she take it
But she can take it
I don't slow it down unless
I'm in The Matrix presidential brain
That bitch like Sarah Palin here it go
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for it, it's a miracle
In the trap house singing negro spirituals
Yeah aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap
Goin' entry linin'
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie
That's perfect timin'
I guess that means that the stars alignin'
Uh gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat, reclinin'
I call that shit perfect timin'
I'm in another country getting new money
My money it had depression, yeah
That's blue money
Feeling like I had depression
I was blue or somethin'
Until I smoked a pack and then
I blew or somethin', uh, uh
Listen to the way that, I flow on this shit
It's off the top like a wave cap
Pull up on the scene then you
Get knocked like the bass back
Put the MAC-11 bullet where
Your fucking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, huh
And that's where the bitch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, uh
And that's where the bitch put her face at
No beat, only sugar (Heh) , alright?
Try this one
(Only, only sugar, hahaha, aah)
Try this one mouv'
DJ MUXXA uh
I don't wanna know i'ma fall down, uh
I ain't finna fall down
Fourth-quarter, shorty, I'ma ball out
Don't go to work, baby, call out
Ain't no waitin', no stall now
Uh, I'm finna ball out
Fourth-quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don't go to work, baby, just call out
Uh, in the bedroom, all out
Percs on the counter
I can't wait to take 'em
Blunts on the counter, can't wait to face it
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she be my favorite
All my songs, they all on her playlists
I don't really know how to say it
But I'ma say it
I don't really know if she take it
But she can take it
I don't slow it down unless
I'm in The Matrix presidential brain
That bitch like Sarah Palin here it go
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for it, it's a miracle
In the trap house singing negro spirituals
Yeah aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap
Goin' entry linin'
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie
That's perfect timin'
I guess that means that the stars alignin'
Uh gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat, reclinin'
I call that shit perfect timin'
I'm in another country getting new money
My money it had depression, yeah
That's blue money
Feeling like I had depression
I was blue or somethin'
Until I smoked a pack and then
I blew or somethin', uh, uh
Listen to the way that, I flow on this shit
It's off the top like a wave cap
Pull up on the scene then you
Get knocked like the bass back
Put the MAC-11 bullet where
Your fucking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, huh
And that's where the bitch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat, uh
And that's where the bitch put her face at