Juice WRLD - Codeine Music (Lair) lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Codeine Music Lair lyrics]
It's called codeine music
Bitch, I'll save you later
That bitch saving aces
Don't go Major Lazer, I like that
Yeah for real, gang strong, ya dig?
Ay, I'm a player got a brand new gun, it
Got a major laser, yeah, huh
I took her to my lair, in the Himalayas, yeah
I took her to my lair, in the Himalayas
Her boyfriend hatin' on me
Got a Glock with a laser
Ain't worried 'bout a God damn thing
I'm all about the paper
I'ma do my God damn thing
Fuck all of them haters
Your momma found out you was
Suckin', she like, "Jesus, save her" hmm
I may fuck that bitch, but
I won't never save her, hmm
Pussy so good, damn near had to save it, hmm
Just so my lil' thot can eat her out later
Hmm
Can't organize my thoughts
Don't need no note paper
Off the dome shit, it's more creative anyway
You late to the party, happy belated
And if you want smoke
Leave you cremated any day
Put the bullet holes, in his windshield
Even if I'm havin' a bad day, I win still
Wake up, pray to God
Even though that I sin still
Devil weighin' on my shoulders
Like an anvil
Perky got a nigga itchin', uh, anthill
Fuck that bitch then put her on my ad-libs
You happy fake, bitch, I'm mad real
Make that choppa masturbate, like a porn film
I took her to my lair, in the Himalayas
Her boyfriend hatin' on me
Got a Glock with a laser
Ain't worried 'bout a God damn thing
I'm all about the paper
I'ma do my God damn thing
Fuck all of them haters
Your momma found out you was
Suckin', she like, "Jesus, save her" hmm
I may fuck that bitch, but
I won't never save her, hmm
Pussy so good, damn near had to save it, hmm
Just so my lil' thot can eat her out later
Hmm
Bitch, I'll save you later
That bitch saving aces
Don't go Major Lazer, I like that
Yeah for real, gang strong, ya dig?
Ay, I'm a player got a brand new gun, it
Got a major laser, yeah, huh
I took her to my lair, in the Himalayas, yeah
I took her to my lair, in the Himalayas
Her boyfriend hatin' on me
Got a Glock with a laser
Ain't worried 'bout a God damn thing
I'm all about the paper
I'ma do my God damn thing
Fuck all of them haters
Your momma found out you was
Suckin', she like, "Jesus, save her" hmm
I may fuck that bitch, but
I won't never save her, hmm
Pussy so good, damn near had to save it, hmm
Just so my lil' thot can eat her out later
Hmm
Can't organize my thoughts
Don't need no note paper
Off the dome shit, it's more creative anyway
You late to the party, happy belated
And if you want smoke
Leave you cremated any day
Put the bullet holes, in his windshield
Even if I'm havin' a bad day, I win still
Wake up, pray to God
Even though that I sin still
Devil weighin' on my shoulders
Like an anvil
Perky got a nigga itchin', uh, anthill
Fuck that bitch then put her on my ad-libs
You happy fake, bitch, I'm mad real
Make that choppa masturbate, like a porn film
I took her to my lair, in the Himalayas
Her boyfriend hatin' on me
Got a Glock with a laser
Ain't worried 'bout a God damn thing
I'm all about the paper
I'ma do my God damn thing
Fuck all of them haters
Your momma found out you was
Suckin', she like, "Jesus, save her" hmm
I may fuck that bitch, but
I won't never save her, hmm
Pussy so good, damn near had to save it, hmm
Just so my lil' thot can eat her out later
Hmm