Juice WRLD - Moncler Year lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Moncler Year lyrics]
Ooh, woah uh
Bitch, I'm fly as a bird
In the Moncler skies (yeah)
Purple hood on my head
Ridin' on a dirt bike (Oh yeah)
Almost crashed into a turnpike
Then I turned right (Oh yeah)
Remember when I couldn't turn right
I had to learn right (Oh yeah)
That's another lesson learned right
I'ma be alright
Don't fuck these thots, they'll
Get you burned right, livin' that dog life
Raf Simons and Adidas, but
I earn stripes, yeah, you damn right
In the airport cuttin' the TSA
Line, late for my flight, uh
(Let's go, let's go)
Travel the world, woah, Juice WRLD, glow
(yeah) triple 9 'til the world blow
(yeah) , let your girl know (yeah)
My closet a gun show
(Grra) , 30 clips and drums, ho (Grra)
Don't get Nick Cannon, for my cannon
(yeah)
Hit a nigga with a drum roll (Get it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Hit it like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year, yeah
(Bitch, it's cold)
Hot in the summertime with
A puffer vest still tuckin' 45's
You could get your shit spilled (yeah)
Banana clip on that Kel Tec
You can get your shit killed
(Grra, grra, yeah)
I treat your bitch like a secret
I fuck her then that bitch
May just get revealed (What else?)
She signed me her soul like a record deal
(What else?)
They say I gave up my soul for a record deal
(What else?) you can sell your soul
Without having record deals (What else?)
I ain't sell my soul
Feel like it disappeared (Uh)
Now I ball 'til I'm bald
Like I'm Britney Spears (Swish)
That lil' bitch a home
Run, she going, going, gone
Get that ho out of here (yeah)
I fuck two of her buddies, they musketeers
(yeah) choppers on deck
We don't got no muskets here (yeah)
Thankin' God that I made it another year
(yeah)
Some of my niggas ain't make it another year
(RIP)
I get high in the sky, in the atmosphere
(yeah)
I can't vibe if it ain't no good atmosphere
(yeah)
2012 in the clip, yeah, the end is near
(yeah)
Twenty shells in his face make him disappear
Yeah (Grra, grra, grra, grra)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold) , yeah
Hit it like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold) , yeah
Bitch, I'm fly as a bird
In the Moncler skies (yeah)
Purple hood on my head
Ridin' on a dirt bike (Oh yeah)
Almost crashed into a turnpike
Then I turned right (Oh yeah)
Remember when I couldn't turn right
I had to learn right (Oh yeah)
That's another lesson learned right
I'ma be alright
Don't fuck these thots, they'll
Get you burned right, livin' that dog life
Raf Simons and Adidas, but
I earn stripes, yeah, you damn right
In the airport cuttin' the TSA
Line, late for my flight, uh
(Let's go, let's go)
Travel the world, woah, Juice WRLD, glow
(yeah) triple 9 'til the world blow
(yeah) , let your girl know (yeah)
My closet a gun show
(Grra) , 30 clips and drums, ho (Grra)
Don't get Nick Cannon, for my cannon
(yeah)
Hit a nigga with a drum roll (Get it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Hit it like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year, yeah
(Bitch, it's cold)
Hot in the summertime with
A puffer vest still tuckin' 45's
You could get your shit spilled (yeah)
Banana clip on that Kel Tec
You can get your shit killed
(Grra, grra, yeah)
I treat your bitch like a secret
I fuck her then that bitch
May just get revealed (What else?)
She signed me her soul like a record deal
(What else?)
They say I gave up my soul for a record deal
(What else?) you can sell your soul
Without having record deals (What else?)
I ain't sell my soul
Feel like it disappeared (Uh)
Now I ball 'til I'm bald
Like I'm Britney Spears (Swish)
That lil' bitch a home
Run, she going, going, gone
Get that ho out of here (yeah)
I fuck two of her buddies, they musketeers
(yeah) choppers on deck
We don't got no muskets here (yeah)
Thankin' God that I made it another year
(yeah)
Some of my niggas ain't make it another year
(RIP)
I get high in the sky, in the atmosphere
(yeah)
I can't vibe if it ain't no good atmosphere
(yeah)
2012 in the clip, yeah, the end is near
(yeah)
Twenty shells in his face make him disappear
Yeah (Grra, grra, grra, grra)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold) , yeah
Hit it like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold)
Cold outside, it's a Moncler year
(Bitch, it's cold) , yeah