Juice WRLD - Porridge lyrics

Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins]

[Juice WRLD - Porridge lyrics]

Yeah, it's early as fuck in the morning
It's like some early-in-the-fuck–
Like it's on some early ass music too
Chopsquad just waking up in like
The 70's or something, yeah
Ah, nah, nah, nah nah
Yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah oh

Good morning
Woke up smokin' gas in a foreign
I'm in Los Angeles with a bad bitch
And a savage got a ratchet
Let 'em have it
Pull up without warning (Skrrrt)
Sunny day but them bullets make it stormy
(yeah)
She gon' blow the whole team like porridge
(yeah)
You got lean, whatchu waiting for? Pour it
Yeah

Book a flight, she from out the country (Ayy)
Bad lil' bitch
She from Paris bring me some Givenchy (Ayy)
Cocaine got her fienin'
(White) , yeah, gas got me dreamin', yeah
Yeah she call me everything except
Sober and single, yeah
In the strip club I'm just tryna mingle
Yeah
Checkin' hoes lookin' at they ring finger
Yeah
Got my Gucci jacket out the dry-cleaners
Yeah
Gotta stay fresh, yeah, fresh to death, yeah
(Ayy) easy season, all four seasons
Flex-finessin' all these women
Bad bitch, fat ass, bad habit's
High fashion, fabric livin' lavish
Smokin' gas I ain't never on "E"
(Oh yeah)
Outer space baby, yeah I'm outta your reach
(Oh yeah) ball like NBA, baby
Yeah I'm outta your league (Oh yeah)
Fuck all night off a perky
Don't get fatigued (yeah yeah)

Good morning
Woke up smoking gas in a foreign
I'm in Los Angeles with a bad bitch
And a savage got a ratchet
Let 'em have it
Pull up without warning (Skrrrt)
Sunny day but them bullets make it stormy
(yeah)
She gon' blow the whole team like porridge
(yeah)
You got lean, whatchu waiting for? Pour it
Yeah

I'm in Cali
Moonrock get the Backwoods ready
Bro got a 40, cock it back, aim it steady
I do as I please, record deal under my feet
She tryna play me, I play her like PS3
Game on, VVS put my chains on
Hang on, lemme get rich and put the gang on
Two phones
One for the women and one for the hoes
Nowadays I could prolly fuck on the
Bad bitches back at home
That wouldn't let me hit, now
They let me hit, split
Prolly fuck they friends
Suck me for a quick fix
Don't forget it 'til you, look
Like I hit a lick, you
Love the way that she lick you
I bite like a pit, you

Good morning
Woke up smoking gas in a foreign
I'm in Los Angeles with a bad bitch
And a savage got a ratchet
Let 'em have it
Pull up without warning (Skrrrt)
Sunny day but them bullets make it stormy
(yeah)
She gon' blow the whole team like porridge
(yeah)
You got lean, whatchu waiting for? Pour it
Yeah

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