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juice wrld & ilovemakonnen - juice x makonnen piano freestyle lyrics

part i

[intro]
chris riding with me
he be “vrr, vrr, vrr”

[verse 1]
hey, how you doin’?
i wonder if you’re still on my mind
screamin’ “hey, how you doin’?”
i know that i’m still on your mind
i wonder what’s going on in my mind
i can’t help it
i’ve been ballin’ on these n+ggas, no [?]
they in they feelings from things they can’t control
hey, makonnen, i know why they hatin’
them n+ggas broke
i bet when they struggle, yeah, that sh+t takes a toll
i pray to god for protection, ain’t nothin’ like a good soul
i really search for perfection
every person i know is far from perfect, for sure
my soul, i don’t care no more
i just want s+x, love, ecstasy
i poppеd a few drugs, ecstasy
i just want s+x, love, ecstasy
i took a fеw drugs
hey martha, why you k!llin’ those girls?
is it because your lonely heart wants to k!ll the world?
i been doin’ that all for you
so i can get you close and all for you
s+x, and love, ecstasy
she thinks i’m the one, so she’s next to me
she just want s+x, love, and ecstasy
she thinks i’m the one, ooh
hey, how you feelin’ girl?
we’re on a planet called earth, but this is juice wrld
i wonder why i pop perc’s and do pearls
and maybe just take a addy to focus
three things in my mind right now, that’s s+x, love, ecstasy
the best of+
three things in my mind right now, that’s s+x, love, s+x, love
good s+x, love, good s+x, love
no flex, love
all phone calls, no text, love
can’t get caught up, situations brought up
daily, i’ve been f+cked up
so high, what the f+ck bruh?
ay, s+x, love, ecstasy
part ii

[verse 2]
ahaha
yeah
ay, it’s going downtown
it’s going downtown
on 21st street
we’ll take it all around town, 21st street
ball on these n+ggas like i’m spalding
shut the f+ck up, i don’t wanna hear you talking
i give her the d then follow with no offense
she don’t take no offense because i’m too busy balling
kobe, micheal, ginóbili, micheal jackson, jordan, or myers, i can’t tell
i guess i’m all three
either way it goes, i’m ballin’ on 21st street
it’s going downtown, then around town
she took went some white and some yellow then went down, down
i’m the king of this sh+t, i need a crown, crown
big boy pants while walking around town, um
word to your mother, getting to this cash
dirty money motherf+cker
i ain’t give a f+ck about a b+tch or nothin’
said she got a m+ffin in the oven, stop it
i’ve been getting cash every day, you’re out of pocket
i feel like a football team losing options, i’m out of
they can never doubt us
tryna sell my soul, they got an x next to my name like my name malcolm
listen to the outcome
i feel like i’m phantom, danny with the phantom
handsome with a handgun
k!ll ’em out the random
i crawl fast, eight leg tarantula
ay, i’m a beast, i’m a dog
pockets obese, fat, uh
bad b+tch sittin’ prolly smokin’ in the back
if i go broke, it’s back to sellin’ all those packs
movin brack with your mom while she shove it in her back, uh
police come over, i don’t know sh+t
i don’t even know my name, i think that it’s moses
i really keep on k!lling all my opponents
i get commas, i get commas, you still countin’ exponents
can’t you see in the difference? you know it
no adderall in my system but i stay focused
going through the motions and oceans
lifes too deep, so i compare it to an ocean
guess i’m a shark, feel like big jaws
put big d+ck in a thick broad
www+dot+you+ain’t+on+sh+t+n+gga+dot+com
part iii

[verse 3]
i walk up in saks, spend some racks
i been getting cash every day, what’s you doing?
b+tches wanna f+ck, rich n+ggas who they screwin’
it’s me and makonnen, we winnin’, we ain’t losin’
through all of the bullsh+t, i guess that we’re [?]
i guess that i’m the sh+t, [?]
i’m a k!ll everything, everybody bring the heat
and, on god, i feel like i should play for miami
bad b+tch named ally, that’s me
run up, you get hit n+gga, shootin’ out the backseat
usain bolt, make ’em run like a track meet
flexin’ on these n+ggas, d+mn i’m feelin’ like an athlete
louis on my sweater
could’ve did good but i decided to do better
i’ma do better
n+gga that’s forever
say you wanna fight, shoot, duke it out, whatever
give your ass the hands, so i go grab my new beretta
in the streets i be maneuvering, maneuvering
through the streets be maneuvering, maneuvering
i’m the sh+t, i’m manure+ing, manure+ing
i’m the sh+t
ay, young terry crews, i’ma flex on these n+ggas
i’ma f+ck they b+tch then get the neck then i’m dippin’
like i got my foot out, makonnen all these n+ggas trippin’
they be drizzy or something, in they feelings
i don’t really got no time for that sh+t
drop a dime on a b+tch
another dime ’cause i’m rich
she a dime so i hit, yeah
f+ck this b+tch up in the kitchen, she cookin’ and reminiscing
you wonder why she’s taking so long to cook your breakfast
’cause last week i was in the kitchen getting wreck with her, ay
getting neck, getting neck to her
p+ssy taste like water, i’ma have to do her
say he want a problem, i’m gon’ have to do it, ay
now they on the news like “he ain’t have to do it, what the f+ck he doin’?”
that’s yo’ shorty in my party, yeah, that’s who i was screwin’, ay
i’m maneuvering
me and makonnen maneuvering
sh+t on these n+ggas i’m manure+ing
f+ck your new car, i got a newer one
say you got depression, i got a bluer one
like that n+gga up in the sewer or something
part iv

[chorus]
i’m smokin’ gas, getting dope
i don’t do molly no more
back in the day i was lit
kinda like a lighter, call me “juice bic”
i’m smokin’ gas, getting dough
i don’t do molly no more
back in the day, sh+t, i was lit
i feel like a lighter, call me “juice bic”

[verse 1]
it’s me and makonnen, the best thing going
pink molly, tan molly, the best thing rolling
i feel like a god, god dammit and you know it
my girl is my trophy, so you know i love to show her off
i pull up on a scene, .40 on me, i don’t even show it
i ain’t kick it with ’em, they my homie
i told you, “if i do my dirt, i do it by my lonely”
and all these n+ggas fake than a b+tch, they be phoney
i’m bound to spit some crack every time i’m on the beat though
choppa hit his stomach, got him shakin’, catch a heat stroke
lookin’ at you n+gga, he a p+ssy and he broke
i don’t gotta make it known as long as he know
flyin’ though, i am in the air, superhero
swimmin’ through the p+ssy in the water like i’m nemo
say he wanna fight, i beat him, steal his bike, deebo
up, down, left, right, a+b+y+x, b+tch, that is the cheat code

[chorus]
i’m smokin’ gas, getting dope
i don’t do molly no more
back in the days i was lit
lookin’ like a lighter, call me “juice bic”
i’m smokin’ gas, and getting dough
i don’t do molly no more
now i’m lit, super lit
call me “juice lighter,” yeah, bic

[verse 2]
bring the hook back, freestyle a whole song
me and the mic’ rapping all night long
choppa beat his chest kinda like king kong
beat yo’ ass on tv to get my jerry spring’ on
i’m the type to buy a mansion up in atlanta
with a black and white car, like desiigner singing “panda”
you run up, you get punched, leaned over like a phantom
remember, i was sippin’ lean like a present came from santa, i was happy
young n+gga ballin’ like mcgrady in the fourth
wish your n+gga try to play it, i’ma spray it, got the torch
you ain’t ballin’ how i’m ballin’, get the f+ck up off my court
if i go broke, back to the trap, water whippin’ with a fork
louis on my sweater, they can’t do it better than me, ugh
heard you got her wet, but you can’t get her wetter than me (huh, ay)
lookin’ up to god, i know he bettering me (huh, ay, yeah)
run it fast (huh, ay), get the cash, smokin’ gas
puff it one time, then i pass
i’m fast and these n+ggas slow
i’m a cheetah and they molasses

[outro]
i’m smokin’ gas, getting dope
i don’t do molly no more, yeah, yeah
back in the days i was lit
kinda like a lighter, call me “juice bic”
brrt

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