Juice WRLD - Some More lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Some More lyrics]
Ayy, love don't love me, bitch I know
But the drugs still love me, that's for sure
She fell in love with a junkie
Gettin' the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons
They disguised as whores
All I know is: count the
Money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I may
Just go get some more, more
Say she want my heart, she can't afford it
Maybe cause I'm on my way to
Getting on the Forbes list
Pretty jiggy nigga, can't ignore it, ayy
Ballin', bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan
Sip codeine, I'm snorin' til' the mornin'
Got the heater on my hip like global warming
Ayy run up, you get shot, this is a warnin'
Freddy Krueger in your dreams
I'm filled with torment
She say that she love me, bitch
Whatever that means
I remember her and all her
Friends were laughin' at me
Now they tell me I can fuck
That shit so funny to me
Lost ten thousand playin' basketball
One hundred to me
Ayy, love don't love me, bitch I know
But the drugs still love me, that's for sure
She fell in love with a junkie
Gettin' the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons
They disguised as whores
All I know is: count the
Money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I may
Just go get some more, more
But the drugs still love me, that's for sure
She fell in love with a junkie
Gettin' the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons
They disguised as whores
All I know is: count the
Money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I may
Just go get some more, more
Say she want my heart, she can't afford it
Maybe cause I'm on my way to
Getting on the Forbes list
Pretty jiggy nigga, can't ignore it, ayy
Ballin', bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan
Sip codeine, I'm snorin' til' the mornin'
Got the heater on my hip like global warming
Ayy run up, you get shot, this is a warnin'
Freddy Krueger in your dreams
I'm filled with torment
She say that she love me, bitch
Whatever that means
I remember her and all her
Friends were laughin' at me
Now they tell me I can fuck
That shit so funny to me
Lost ten thousand playin' basketball
One hundred to me
Ayy, love don't love me, bitch I know
But the drugs still love me, that's for sure
She fell in love with a junkie
Gettin' the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons
They disguised as whores
All I know is: count the
Money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I may
Just go get some more, more