Juice WRLD - Getting Late lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Getting Late lyrics]
Yeah, it's getting late you should go home
It's getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparing me to him and him
They did it all before
That's okay cause I'ma do it more
Buy some Gucci's, just don't scuff
'em on the floor, huh
Better take your shoes off at the door, bruh
We ain't lovin' sluts
Ain't lovin' whores, bruh
Remember when I had to kick the door, bruh
Now I'm tryin' to kick it with the floor
Uh i mean with my feet up
Now I'm tryin' to kick it with my feet up
Play a little 2k, maybe try a little Fifa
I remember I was crackin' visas
Now I'm fuckin' someone's girlfriend
Her name Lisa do you feel me?
Cause I don't feel ya
It's getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparing me to him and him
They did it all before
Tryin' to get out of the friend zone
OD off of the benzos
It's a party tonight, here's the info
No fake niggas, fucks, get the memo
Bring the pints in see 'em on the horizon
My connections, sound like Verizon
Gun get to singin'
I'ma beat the pot with the left hand
Married to the money
You ain't even the best man
I'ma put my dick
It's touchin' her intestines
Hold my dick just like a mic
That bitch was testin'
Mic check nigga, you get chin checked, nigga
Got a bankroll, you get chin checked with it
I've been ballin' hard
In the Monclair fitted
Bad bitch on my team, yeah she takes visit's
Huh, I be in that program like I was gifted
Her love's a no show
Keep that on the low, though
She loves the benzos
I love the bands, though
Her love's a no show
Keep that on the low, though
High off the benzos
Tryin' to get out of the friend zone
It's getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparing me to him and him
They did it all before
It's getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparing me to him and him
They did it all before
That's okay cause I'ma do it more
Buy some Gucci's, just don't scuff
'em on the floor, huh
Better take your shoes off at the door, bruh
We ain't lovin' sluts
Ain't lovin' whores, bruh
Remember when I had to kick the door, bruh
Now I'm tryin' to kick it with the floor
Uh i mean with my feet up
Now I'm tryin' to kick it with my feet up
Play a little 2k, maybe try a little Fifa
I remember I was crackin' visas
Now I'm fuckin' someone's girlfriend
Her name Lisa do you feel me?
Cause I don't feel ya
It's getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparing me to him and him
They did it all before
Tryin' to get out of the friend zone
OD off of the benzos
It's a party tonight, here's the info
No fake niggas, fucks, get the memo
Bring the pints in see 'em on the horizon
My connections, sound like Verizon
Gun get to singin'
I'ma beat the pot with the left hand
Married to the money
You ain't even the best man
I'ma put my dick
It's touchin' her intestines
Hold my dick just like a mic
That bitch was testin'
Mic check nigga, you get chin checked, nigga
Got a bankroll, you get chin checked with it
I've been ballin' hard
In the Monclair fitted
Bad bitch on my team, yeah she takes visit's
Huh, I be in that program like I was gifted
Her love's a no show
Keep that on the low, though
She loves the benzos
I love the bands, though
Her love's a no show
Keep that on the low, though
High off the benzos
Tryin' to get out of the friend zone
It's getting late you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparing me to him and him
They did it all before