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juice wrld - agree to disagree (got nothing on me v2) lyrics

[intro]
i told her she don’t mean nothing to me
i guess i lied we disagree
i’ii f+cking listen and i gotta leave

[chorus]
i told this sh+t ain’t mean nothing to me
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i told this sh+t ain’t mean nothing to me
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i guess we gonna agree to disagree

[verse 1]
ooh, more drip than a typhoon
and i got a way with words, doc seuss
and i always keep some k!llers in the room
make the tool go “ooh”
vvs jewels, go “ooh”
shine like a gold tooth
i’m the new ting
you’re the old news
rеd bottom drippin’, like a piru
bet your man can’t do what i was gon’ do
girl you bettеr pick a side, it’s him or i
go on and leave him sick inside, need an mri
she know i’ve been gettin’ high, see it in my eyes
avoid the laws, ayy
pop pills with my bros, ayy
hide the blues, in the bag, so they don’t see
they checked the gucci, they forgot to check the dolce
vision blurry, still drive, i’ma be straight
pullin’ up early to the cash, i won’t be late
[chorus]
bummin’ like a double og
f+ck one barrel, got a double on me
i got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
and i’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
i told this sh+t ain’t mean nothing to me
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i told this sh+t ain’t mean nothing to me
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i guess we gonna agree to disagree
i guess we gonna agree to disagree

[verse 2]
stunt so d+mn hard, i ain’t even notice she was standin’ there
i don’t know about you, but sh+t, it feel like i’m the man in here
with that choppa, i’m a hot boy
got a fan in here
on the corner of your block boy, like a thot boy
they hit your potato head, turn to tater tots boy
i’m a grown kid, you still on that kids bop, boy
hung up on yo’ b+tch, if she hit me back, tell her, “my phone died”
really, i was talkin’ to a b+tch i met on the north side
feeling so confused, yeah i’m super high
ask all the girls, i’m a super guy
give my heart away, such a stupid guy
still i ball so hard, i don’t even try
[chorus]
bummin’ like a double og
f+ck one barrel, got a double on me
i got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
and i’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
got nothing on me, got nothing on me
your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
got nothing on me, got nothing on me
bummin’ like a double og
f+ck one barrel, got a double on me
i got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
and i’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
got nothing on me, got nothing on me
your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
got nothing on me, got nothing on me
your boyfriend

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