Juice WRLD - Cuffed (Victorious) lyrics

Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins]

[Juice WRLD - Cuffed Victorious lyrics]

Uh, come on hmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm brodie said that these hoes nuts
So what? (Uh huh uh huh)
Nigga, I show up (Uh huh uh huh)
Codeine, pour up (Uh huh uh huh)
Nigga, you don't know nothin'
(Uh huh uh huh) you can get tote'd up
You can get tote'd up (yeah) uh, bitch
Shit

Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah yeah
(Let's go) two perkies, now I'm fucked up
Someone get me up, yeah yeah
(Let's go, let's go)
Just made some millions, G-Money
Said it ain't enough, yeah yeah
(Let's go, let's go)
So I'll make twenty more M's
We gon' count it up, yeah yeah
(Count it, count it)
Sorry in advance to these
Hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah) i got a girl, G-Money say
That's dumb as fuck, yeah yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
But that shit make me happy, so
I don't give no fuck, yeah yeah
(Don't give no fuck)
Young nigga makin' it happen
Everyday it go up, yeah yeah
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Brand new Draco, can't wait to use it, ayo
(Grrah, grrah)
Pull up in that Miracle Whip, all white
Look like some mayo
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Ball like OJ Mayo
(Oh yeah) , she dance for me, no tango (yeah)
Remember ridin' around in a Grand Am (Uh)
But now my wrist is a Range Rove' (Rich)
Uh huh, I'm comin'
You ready or not? Oh yeah (Uh, huh)
I just got some head from your thot, oh yeah
(Uh, huh)
She fuck all the L's on the block, oh yeah
(Uh, huh)
AP on my wrist leave her shocked, oh yeah
(Uh, huh)
But this not a G-Shock, oh yeah (Uh, huh)
Tough talk got him shot, oh yeah (Uh, huh)
Hit the club, shut it down
When I walk in there, uh
(Uh) not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
(yeah) could a nigga ever prevent
Me from winny-win-winning (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
(Oh yeah) i just bick back, count the
Blue faces while I grin, yeah
(Cash, cash, cash)

I got guns like the
Western, Western, Western, western
(Bang) everyday I wake up
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin'
(Ah, ah ah)
Spent a hundred-fifty on my watch
Don't have to tax it (Ah, bling-blaow)
I don't wanna text her back
But I need to now (Let's go, let's go)

Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah yeah (yeah)
Two perkies, now I'm fucked up
Someone get me up, yeah yeah
(yeah) just made some millions, G-Money
Said it ain't enough, yeah yeah
(yeah) so I'll make twenty more M's
We gon' count it up, yeah yeah
(yeah) sorry in advance to these
Hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah yeah
(Oh yeah, I'm cuffed)
I got a girl, G-Money say
That's dumb as fuck, yeah yeah
(That's dumb as fuck)
But that shit make me happy, so
I don't give no fuck, yeah yeah
(Don't give a fuck)
Young nigga makin' it happen
Everyday it go up, yeah yeah
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)

I said, "G-Money
I gotta tell you somethin'" (I do)
I got this cash so I'm gon'
Buy damn near every gun (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
He said, "Every gun?"
(Oh yeah) , oh yeah, every
Single one (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
So I could be ready when these
Bitch-ass haters and the devil come
(Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Your crush just said I am a beast, oh yeah
(Oh yeah) you say I'm pussy, well you
Are what you eat, oh yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah) you niggas specialize in
Starting internet beef (Why?)
I'm not the one to internet beef
That's how you catch RP's to your teeth
(Grrah)
Pull up in a Sprinter, my money and me (Uh)
She hop on my dick just like a bunny to me
(Uh, huh)
Twenty-five, but she keep it a hundred to me
(Uh, huh)
She taste sweeter than buckets of honey to me
(Uh, huh) i been ballin', lil' nigga
I'm out of your league (Uh)
In the studio, workin'
I don't get fatigued (Uh, huh)
Got a Patek
I'm fallin' in love with Philippe's
(Uh, huh) washed the percocet down with a
Cup full of lean (Uh, huh)
Big guns go bang, bad-a boom, bad-a-bing
I break all of the rules
But I'm still in the lead (yeah)
I feel like I'm a broom
I sweep her off her feet (What else?)
Chopper masturbatin'
It'll beat you like meat (What else?)
Catch me levitatin' off the Promethazine
(What else?)
Got my heart racin' when I'm rollin' off E
(What else?)
I be sack chasin', I be after the green
Got her back achin' when we
Up in the sheets, shit
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Two perkies, now I'm fucked up
Someone get me up, yeah yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Just made some millions, G-Money
Said it ain't enough, yeah yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
So I'll make twenty more M's
We gon' count it up, yeah yeah
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Sorry in advance to these
Hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah) i got a girl, G-Money say
That's dumb as fuck, yeah yeah
(Dumb as fuck)
But that shit make me happy, so
I don't give no fuck, yeah yeah
(Uh, uh) young nigga makin' it happen
Everyday it go up, yeah yeah
(Everyday it go up)

My fault, my fault i told her I don't wanna
Fuck, it's just a thought, yeah
I told her I don't wan' cuff
She's just a thot, uh, oh yeah
Uh uh, I'ma get it off, uh
G-Money told me that it’s time to run it up
Uh i don't wanna fuck her
I told her it's just a thought (M-m-m)
I don't want no cuff her, I
Told her she's just a thot, yeah
(Bitch)

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