Juice WRLD - Won’t Die (Conjuring) lyrics

Eating confident
Bitch  you ain't hotter than me
You  a condiment

Sprinkle the money on that bitch
Ass like a condiment
I done got to the bag and still
Tryna figure out who your father is
I  ain't need my dad I still got cash
Yeah for me that's common sense
Pulling  up in that Ghost, skrrt
Just like The Conjuring
Nowadays I get too high
It feels like that I won't die
Spread  my wings and I'm gon' fly
Fuck nigga it's go time raw when I hit it
I like my beats raw when I hit it (Uh, uh)
I hit that bitch raw when I hit it (Uh)
I'ma put in her jaw for a minute (Uh)
She  got good head told her
Come Harvard a nigga (Uh)
Good top come barber a nigga (Uh)
Bomb pussy Pearl Harbor a nigga (Uh)
But there ain't no charging a nigga (Uh)
I don't pay for the pussy I get it (Uh)
Like my dick on ice she slipping (Uh)
Ike Turner I beat up the kitten (Uh)
Kicked her out and told her "Good riddance"
(Uh) she gon' miss me when I'm gone (Uh)
I just be Drizzy in bitches (Uh)
Nothing Was The Same that ho (Uh)

Pull up in a Range that's Rov' (Uh, huh)
Lean just touched down let's go (Uh, huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rov' (Uh, huh)
Lean just touched down let's go (Uh, huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rov' (Uh, huh)
Lean just touched down let's go (Uh, huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rov' (Uh, huh)
Lean just touched down let's go (Uh, huh)