Juice WRLD - Dolce Jeans (Three) lyrics

Dolce
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) uh

Off the Percs
Got me scratchin' through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's
A glass of the D'USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck
You want this dick say, "Please"
It ain't no bitch in my blood, nigga
Don't play with me
Real nigga soul, brand new Balenci's
Not a week old fuck them niggas that got
My brother locked up, they told
If I wasn't busy gettin' money
I'd put a bullet right in they skull
Heartbreak nigga, I don't ever fold

VV's, no Eskimo
Fucked your bitch with her friends
Bonus round for the extra hoe
My kids, in her throat like cinnamon
Truth is hard to swallow hoe, uh
Yo, Pi'erre, pop outside, it's time to go
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ain't running through the six
But I got woes, uh
Friends turn to foes, money gettin' long
Aim the beam at yo' head
Now you got a red nose (Woah woah)
Glock 40 on me, finger the gun it's horny

Off the Percs
Got me scratchin' through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's
A glass of the D'USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck
You want this dick say, "Please"
It ain't no bitch in my blood, nigga
Don't play with me
Real nigga soul, brand new Balenci's
Not a week old fuck them niggas that got
My brother locked up, they told
If I wasn't busy gettin' money
I'd put a bullet right in they skull
Heartbreak nigga I don't ever fold

Sippin' on four fours, totin' on a four oh
Hit 'em in the brain, uh oh
Sure is purdy, but, are you down to fuck
Hoe? I don't even fuck hoes
Just pass 'em to my bros
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Take my cash then I bury it
I ain't tryna' get money
I’m tryna' marry it, yuh
Take my cash then I buried it
I ain't tryna' get money
I’m tryna' marry it, yuh

Off the Percs
Got me scratchin' through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's
A glass of the D'USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck
You want this dick say, "Please"
It ain't no bitch in my blood
Nigga don't play with me
Real nigga soul, brand new Balenci's
Not a week old fuck them niggas that got
My brother locked up, they told
If I wasn't busy gettin' money
I'd put a bullet right in they skull
Heartbreak nigga I don't ever fold