Juice WRLD - So Fake lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - So Fake lyrics]
Ain't have to cuss (yeah, yeah)
My momma say she hate it when I cuss
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Made a million so I don't give a fuck
(yeah, yeah) boy
Hmm (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My momma say she hate it when I cuss
But I'm makin' millions off it
I don't give a fuck play my cards right
I'ma hit 'em with a royal flush
I'ma show you how to get these
Millions out the mud, ayy, woah
Me and Buzz, gettin' to the bucks all day
Me and G-Money pourin' up Hi Tec always
They was hatin' on me
Back in the high school days
Everything's changed, everything's so fake
So fake, it ain't okay
Speed off, nah, I ain't lookin' both ways
Gun to your jaw, try to take my money
I just need love like E-Harmony
So fake, like your Dolce
Been brake over my name
So fake, it ain't okay
Speed off, nah, I ain't lookin' both ways
You keep it one hundred, I keep
It a hundred, a hundred, yeah
Ayy, woah, shots up out that Hummer, yeah
Ayy
I go dumb, I go dumb, I go dumber, yeah, ayy
Give her pipe, then she run
From the plumber, yeah, ayy, ayy
Ballin' on these hoes like
I'm Shumpert, yeah, ayy
Cuddle with these bitches, not
For comfort, yeah, ayy
Underneath her bed like a monster, yeah, ayy
Killer, I'm at heart, Jeffery Dahmer
So fake, it ain't okay
Speed off, nah, I ain't lookin' both ways
Gun to your jaw, try to take my money
I just need love like E-Harmony
So fake, like your Dolce
Been brake over my name
So fake, like your Dolce
Been brake over my name
Yeah, let me start from the top (yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
My momma say she hate it when I cuss
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Made a million so I don't give a fuck
(yeah, yeah) boy
Hmm (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My momma say she hate it when I cuss
But I'm makin' millions off it
I don't give a fuck play my cards right
I'ma hit 'em with a royal flush
I'ma show you how to get these
Millions out the mud, ayy, woah
Me and Buzz, gettin' to the bucks all day
Me and G-Money pourin' up Hi Tec always
They was hatin' on me
Back in the high school days
Everything's changed, everything's so fake
So fake, it ain't okay
Speed off, nah, I ain't lookin' both ways
Gun to your jaw, try to take my money
I just need love like E-Harmony
So fake, like your Dolce
Been brake over my name
So fake, it ain't okay
Speed off, nah, I ain't lookin' both ways
You keep it one hundred, I keep
It a hundred, a hundred, yeah
Ayy, woah, shots up out that Hummer, yeah
Ayy
I go dumb, I go dumb, I go dumber, yeah, ayy
Give her pipe, then she run
From the plumber, yeah, ayy, ayy
Ballin' on these hoes like
I'm Shumpert, yeah, ayy
Cuddle with these bitches, not
For comfort, yeah, ayy
Underneath her bed like a monster, yeah, ayy
Killer, I'm at heart, Jeffery Dahmer
So fake, it ain't okay
Speed off, nah, I ain't lookin' both ways
Gun to your jaw, try to take my money
I just need love like E-Harmony
So fake, like your Dolce
Been brake over my name
So fake, like your Dolce
Been brake over my name
Yeah, let me start from the top (yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)