hoaxxx - 888/999 (with juice wrld) lyrics
[intro: juice wrld]
uh
lyft on a b+tch, finna walk when they sniffin’ a brick
i f+cked that b+tch in the back with the burberry on
i f+cked that b+tch in the back with the burberry on
yeah
[chorus: juice wrld]
i f+cked that b+tch in the back with the burberry on
and ’til this day, that lil’ b+tch know all my songs
my choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
these n+ggas square like madison, oh
i ball out like madison, oh
fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
i’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
used to take five xans to the face in the morning
now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
stopped taking percs, my stomach burnin’
may take a half when i hit it from the back
i’ma bеat the sh+t up like ike+y turnеr
check that b+tch like she got nike on her
[verse 1: juice wrld]
look at my wrist, it dance
look at your b+tch, she dance too
look at me, i’m the man
percocets, don’t do xans, boo
run up on me, i blam
i got my head on my ham, ooh
run up on me, i blam
i got my hand on my hammer
you swipe like a credit card scammer
bad b+tch, yeah, i know she a scammer
f+cked the b+tch, then i’m out of the jammer
dunk on a b+tch, nba, i’m jammin’
bad b+tch from the back, i’m crammin’
her p+ssy like wonderland
gold on her body like wonder woman
fly in that b+tch, i’m wonder man
[verse 2: hoaxxx]
fly in that b+tch like wonder man
you know i’m awesome, i’m super, man
i be high, flyin’ like superman
i got the sauce, got jam, ooh
i don’t do percocets, ooh
i be here with collabs
you know that i’m the man
you know that i’m the man, ooh
i f+ck your b+tch and dip
i’m gonna grab her hips, ooh
i’m gonna grab her hips, i’mma use ’em like handles
you know i f+ck her quick
i uck her quick then swerve, ooh
you know i f+ck her quick
i uck her quick then swerve, ooh
i be goin’ back and forth like tennis
she location shared, i know where the ten is
i know where the bag is
i know where the racks is
just follow me, uh
just follow me and you’ll get the racks, racks, racks
i got the bags, bags, bags
i get em fast, do the dash, i’m fast, fast, fast
i ain’t livin’ slow, i be livin’ fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
i ain’t livin’ slow, i be livin’ fast, fast
[chorus: juice wrld]
b+tch in the back with the burberry on
and ’til this day, that lil’ b+tch know all my songs
my choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
these n+ggas square like madison, oh
i ball out like madison, oh
fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
i’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
used to take five xans to the face in the morning
now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
stopped taking percs, my stomach burnin’
may take a half when i hit it from the back
i’ma beat the sh+t up like ike+y turner
check that b+tch like she got nike on her
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