Juice WRLD - Morphine lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Morphine lyrics]
Uh i've had it, next nigga talkin', haha
Uh
I've had it, next nigga talk
Gettin' fed to my savage (Gra)
Next bitch talk
Gettin' slapped with the ratchet (Bitch)
Might kidnap they granny (Damn)
In a really bad mood, but it come in handy
(Ya' dig?)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy
(Ah) i feel like I'm missing something
Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy
(Ah) i feel like I'm missing something
Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
If we can't find him, then we on his family
Caught your father lacking in
The kitchen sippin' brandy
40 on me heat up, leave a nigga branded
Gun sing like Jackson, Michael, l no Randy
Yeah it's still a no from me, dawg
Feel like American Idol
Got an American rifle that
Shoot like American Sniper
Come get your ho from me, dawg
Ain't none of my niggas want her
Sure know how to eat, though
Bitch got hell of a deep throat
Coughing so damn much
I think these Backwoods gave me cancer
Choppa got a long nose, call it Toucan Sam
Call me "Mr fuck a Few Hoes" wild, young
And dangerous get shot in the face doing
That fool ass shit, i hate it
I've had it next nigga talk
Gettin' fed to my savage (Gra)
Next bitch talk
Gettin' slapped with the ratchet (Bitch)
Might kidnap they granny (Damn)
In a really bad mood, but it come in handy
(Ya' dig?)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy
(Ah) i feel like I'm missing something
Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy
(Ah) i feel like I'm missing something
Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
Uh
I've had it, next nigga talk
Gettin' fed to my savage (Gra)
Next bitch talk
Gettin' slapped with the ratchet (Bitch)
Might kidnap they granny (Damn)
In a really bad mood, but it come in handy
(Ya' dig?)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy
(Ah) i feel like I'm missing something
Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy
(Ah) i feel like I'm missing something
Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
If we can't find him, then we on his family
Caught your father lacking in
The kitchen sippin' brandy
40 on me heat up, leave a nigga branded
Gun sing like Jackson, Michael, l no Randy
Yeah it's still a no from me, dawg
Feel like American Idol
Got an American rifle that
Shoot like American Sniper
Come get your ho from me, dawg
Ain't none of my niggas want her
Sure know how to eat, though
Bitch got hell of a deep throat
Coughing so damn much
I think these Backwoods gave me cancer
Choppa got a long nose, call it Toucan Sam
Call me "Mr fuck a Few Hoes" wild, young
And dangerous get shot in the face doing
That fool ass shit, i hate it
I've had it next nigga talk
Gettin' fed to my savage (Gra)
Next bitch talk
Gettin' slapped with the ratchet (Bitch)
Might kidnap they granny (Damn)
In a really bad mood, but it come in handy
(Ya' dig?)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy
(Ah) i feel like I'm missing something
Billy with no Mandy (Ah)
I get in a sad mood without my Perky candy
(Ah) i feel like I'm missing something
Billy with no Mandy (Ah)