Juice WRLD - Rarris & Rovers lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Rarris & Rovers lyrics]
What, you know you know (uh) boy (uh, huh)
Fuck her then I let her go
Don't nobody gotta know
Hit me on my celly phone
Tell'em that you coming over
I may have to slump you over
I got that terminology from Sosa
‘Rarris Rovers ‘Rarris ‘Rarris Rovers
Party's over, party's never over
Never sober, bitch I'm never sober
If you ain't fucking then
You can't come over that's the truth
Don't tell them that you're smart
They'll come after you (ooh)
That's the truth
I can't sell my soul im illuminati proof
(nah)
Run up on me them it's bussin
My niggas be with me (yeah)
Aim at your head like concussion im
Serving shit like a butler
Your bitch with me she a sucker
I’m a rich motherfucker
Pressed still selling them packs
Choppas on your ass leave you in the past
She wanna fuck on the back of the Bently
Sprite dirty fit clean
That's sauce on me sounds about right to me
Money nice, bitch mean
Fuck her then I let her go
Don't nobody gotta know
Hit me on my celly phone
Tell'em that you coming over i may
Have to slump you over
I got that terminology from Sosa
‘Rarris Rovers ‘Rarris ‘Rarris Rovers