Juice WRLD - Lace The Timbs (Rims) текст пісні (lyrics)

Nikko Bunkin' in the trap, yeah

There he go again, there he go again, 'gain
Uh
If I play at all, I'ma play to win, win, oh
I'm gon' pray to God, forgive
Me for my sins, sins, oh
Keep a firearm, scratchin' lotto ticket, oh
I'm little LeBron dunkin' on the rim, rim
I ain't from New York
But if I'm fightin'
I'll lace up the timbs
Just to stomp a nigga brain
And see what he thinkin'
Percs and blood in the sink
Been a long weekend

That Codeine, I'll pour, I pop pills too
I get so faded, don't know what to do
That Codeine, I'll pour, I pop pills too
I get so faded, don't know what to do
I remember drivin' Pontiacs
Takin' my clothes to the laundromat
Now I'm rich, rich, I'm beyond that
Fake friends don't get a call back
I done upgraded to a Maybach
MAC-11, make 'еm hit a faceplant
Gucci shades no Ray-Bans
Made hеr do the cliché dance
Like gettin’ tattooed, prayer hands
Bitch I'm that dude
Prolly the only reason why
They bitches be fuckin'
Ain't shit, know some it's some women that
Be drinkin' and smokin' and smilin', yeah
That's true all my niggas
They be juggin' and robbin' and wildin'
Juggin' and robbin' and wildin'