Juice WRLD - My own story (unreleased) lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins]
[Juice WRLD - My own story unreleased lyrics]
Eh, eh, ah, yeah
Ay, no Netflix and chill, Netflix and pills
That's how i live
Ay, no Netflix and chill, Netflix and pills
Niggas gay they drop the soap
They on they sus shit
I'm like 2Pac with the Juice
I'm on my thug shit
Sippin' codeine in my cup
I love that mud bitch
Got a bad bitch but she still
Been through the mud with it
They got me on Fader 40 wit a laser
That bitch for the haters
Hatin' on the paper i don't do the tasers
I don't do the tasers
Tell my own story, nigga I'm a narrator
Ayy, she a trife wife, why you save her? Hm
I don't got time, dealin'
With these haters, uh
Choppa makе you dance, make you percolatе up
Huh she gon' suck me now, she
Gon' twerk it later, huh
Good kush, put it in the Backwoods
Good poles, run up it'll be no good, I know
She know my heart colder than the North Pole
So she know lovin' me is
A lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
I ball, lost cause, lost cause
Ay, no Netflix and chill, Netflix and pills
That's how i live
Ay, no Netflix and chill, Netflix and pills
If you want it, come and get it
I come from the trenches ayy
Niggas thought that I was kiddin' till
I upped that Smith & ayy
I be beatin' up the kitten
When I'm fucking bitches ayy
I may fuck your bitch, dismiss 'em
I don't even miss 'em ayy
You can smell us when we pullin' up
Always smokin' skunk, roll it up
You say you gangbang, throw it up
You don't roll with us
You don't roll with us
Superman I'm off that yoppa like a cake
Nigga choppa on me light yo' candles
Fuck yo' cake nigga
Fuck that cake up, fuck that cake up nigga
Fuck that bitch, but I won't wake up wit her
They got me on Fader 40 wit a laser
That bitch for the haters
Hatin' on the paper i don't do the tasers
I don't do the tasers
Tell my own story, nigga I'm a narrator
Ayy, she a trife wife, why you save her? Hm
I don't got time, dealin'
With these haters, uh
Choppa make you dance, make you percolate up
Huh she gon' suck me now, she
Gon' twerk it later, huh
Rockstar, still from the streets
Miami, bitch I got the heat
Niggas they ain't really fuckin' wit me
40 on me, bet it's makin' 'em bleed
Fuck his bitch
And then I'm making her leave
Pull off ride like 10 speed
Told that bitch to check her speed yeah
Pull up in that Regal, 45 Desert Eagle
Don't fuck wit' you people
You know that I'm lethal
Pull up in that Regal, 45 Desert Eagle
Don't fuck wit' you people
You know that I'm lethal
Good kush, put it in the Backwoods
Good poles, run up it'll be no good, I know
She know my heart colder than the North Pole
So she know lovin' me is
A lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
I ball, lost cause, lost cause
Ay, no Netflix and chill, Netflix and pills
That's how i live
Ay, no Netflix and chill, Netflix and pills
Niggas gay they drop the soap
They on they sus shit
I'm like 2Pac with the Juice
I'm on my thug shit
Sippin' codeine in my cup
I love that mud bitch
Got a bad bitch but she still
Been through the mud with it
They got me on Fader 40 wit a laser
That bitch for the haters
Hatin' on the paper i don't do the tasers
I don't do the tasers
Tell my own story, nigga I'm a narrator
Ayy, she a trife wife, why you save her? Hm
I don't got time, dealin'
With these haters, uh
Choppa makе you dance, make you percolatе up
Huh she gon' suck me now, she
Gon' twerk it later, huh
Good kush, put it in the Backwoods
Good poles, run up it'll be no good, I know
She know my heart colder than the North Pole
So she know lovin' me is
A lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
I ball, lost cause, lost cause
Ay, no Netflix and chill, Netflix and pills
That's how i live
Ay, no Netflix and chill, Netflix and pills
If you want it, come and get it
I come from the trenches ayy
Niggas thought that I was kiddin' till
I upped that Smith & ayy
I be beatin' up the kitten
When I'm fucking bitches ayy
I may fuck your bitch, dismiss 'em
I don't even miss 'em ayy
You can smell us when we pullin' up
Always smokin' skunk, roll it up
You say you gangbang, throw it up
You don't roll with us
You don't roll with us
Superman I'm off that yoppa like a cake
Nigga choppa on me light yo' candles
Fuck yo' cake nigga
Fuck that cake up, fuck that cake up nigga
Fuck that bitch, but I won't wake up wit her
They got me on Fader 40 wit a laser
That bitch for the haters
Hatin' on the paper i don't do the tasers
I don't do the tasers
Tell my own story, nigga I'm a narrator
Ayy, she a trife wife, why you save her? Hm
I don't got time, dealin'
With these haters, uh
Choppa make you dance, make you percolate up
Huh she gon' suck me now, she
Gon' twerk it later, huh
Rockstar, still from the streets
Miami, bitch I got the heat
Niggas they ain't really fuckin' wit me
40 on me, bet it's makin' 'em bleed
Fuck his bitch
And then I'm making her leave
Pull off ride like 10 speed
Told that bitch to check her speed yeah
Pull up in that Regal, 45 Desert Eagle
Don't fuck wit' you people
You know that I'm lethal
Pull up in that Regal, 45 Desert Eagle
Don't fuck wit' you people
You know that I'm lethal
Good kush, put it in the Backwoods
Good poles, run up it'll be no good, I know
She know my heart colder than the North Pole
So she know lovin' me is
A lost cause, lost cause, lost cause
I ball, lost cause, lost cause
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