Tyler, The Creator, Pharrell Williams, Lil Uzi Vert - JUGGERNAUT lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Pharrell Williams [Pharrell Lanscilo Williams] Virginia Beach, Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Uzi Vert [Symere Bysil Woods] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator, Pharrell Williams, Lil Uzi Vert - JUGGERNAUT lyrics]
Hey Miss Parker wait, wait, wait, wait
Somethin' like (Uh oh)
I just cut some fresh lemons
Where's the sugar?
Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears
Call 'em boogers
Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever
Seen with you niggas (Hold up)
Yeah
What it is? It's that nigga T
Skin look colored in (Woo)
Ridin' in double double R
That's that Cullinan (yeah)
Pullin' in that four hundred grand
I just ordered this (yeah)
Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I
Spend my summer in (True story)
GOLF le FLEUR, that's Gianno shoe
What I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan
(Gangsta Grillz)
I'm so motherfuckin' dead-ass
I need some Timberlands (Woo)
I battle any man, Uzi Vert
Don't think they understand (yeah, yeah)
Uh (Skrrt, cool) , double C on my feet
Double G on my freak
(O oh) , Louis V by my briefs
She wan' kick it with me
She better eat it then leave (Leave, woah)
She try save all the plates
But keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em grow
She keep eatin' my seeds (Woo)
Got a E and a B on the back of the seat
See I'm done with the 12, got a V16 (Uh)
Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true
The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you
Can't think about the last time
That I text you
It's probably when sidekicks had
Them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on a bitch
Every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh
So what's mine is yours (Woo, woo, woo)
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
Last deal more than what Google say my net is
I got cheddar with the chef
In the tinted exit (Like woah)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, woah
It's the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed, that's a double Vs
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive
Of a motherfuckin' bumblebee
They just got the closest picture
Of the fuckin' sun surface, that was us
Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch
Just for one purpose, catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops, you
Call 'em street sweepers, back you up
Tat' you up then add you up
Then give you a cover like Adwoa
If the shit's fake, I don't respect it
It's clickbait
And that's distaste like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist make
When it's Richard made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a
Empty stomach for a fish plate
Shit-faced, get this straight, this
Is truck wheels, deck, grip tape
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
(Why you even talkin' to us?)
Last deal more than what Google say my net is
(Goddamn) i got cheddar with the chef
In the tinted exit (Like woah)
Uh, uh, uh (Bitch)
Somethin' like (Uh oh)
I just cut some fresh lemons
Where's the sugar?
Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears
Call 'em boogers
Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever
Seen with you niggas (Hold up)
Yeah
What it is? It's that nigga T
Skin look colored in (Woo)
Ridin' in double double R
That's that Cullinan (yeah)
Pullin' in that four hundred grand
I just ordered this (yeah)
Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I
Spend my summer in (True story)
GOLF le FLEUR, that's Gianno shoe
What I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan
(Gangsta Grillz)
I'm so motherfuckin' dead-ass
I need some Timberlands (Woo)
I battle any man, Uzi Vert
Don't think they understand (yeah, yeah)
Uh (Skrrt, cool) , double C on my feet
Double G on my freak
(O oh) , Louis V by my briefs
She wan' kick it with me
She better eat it then leave (Leave, woah)
She try save all the plates
But keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em grow
She keep eatin' my seeds (Woo)
Got a E and a B on the back of the seat
See I'm done with the 12, got a V16 (Uh)
Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true
The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you
Can't think about the last time
That I text you
It's probably when sidekicks had
Them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on a bitch
Every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh
So what's mine is yours (Woo, woo, woo)
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
Last deal more than what Google say my net is
I got cheddar with the chef
In the tinted exit (Like woah)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, woah
It's the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed, that's a double Vs
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive
Of a motherfuckin' bumblebee
They just got the closest picture
Of the fuckin' sun surface, that was us
Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch
Just for one purpose, catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops, you
Call 'em street sweepers, back you up
Tat' you up then add you up
Then give you a cover like Adwoa
If the shit's fake, I don't respect it
It's clickbait
And that's distaste like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist make
When it's Richard made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a
Empty stomach for a fish plate
Shit-faced, get this straight, this
Is truck wheels, deck, grip tape
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
(Why you even talkin' to us?)
Last deal more than what Google say my net is
(Goddamn) i got cheddar with the chef
In the tinted exit (Like woah)
Uh, uh, uh (Bitch)