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juice wrld - ain't no waiting lyrics

had to get that sh+t now cause there ain’t no waiting
had to f+ck the bank twice ain’t no m+st+rbaiting
i’ve been balling super hard i feel like jeremy lin
f+ck that b+tch and then i get let her go you know she waiting
f+ck that b+tch and then i give her back her boyfriend hating
slow my life down with them xannys b+tch i’m in the matrix
rolling up a blunt it’s og gas and imma face+
(uh yeah ay yeah)
i go through these phases it’s amazing
this b+tch drive me crazy
like mercedes
crash the mercedes
smash ur lady
on the daily
f+ck n+gga don’t play mе
f+ck n+gga i play for keeps
on the scene i spray thеn leave
this n+gga won’t let me be
this n+gga won’t let me breathe
run up on me i make em bleed
choppa on me it make me leave
new gun imma c+ck it back
put that to ur slot and cap
cl!ck clack f+ck n+gga get back
mike brown imma spit that crack
get the f+ck out of my trap
you ain’t welcomed in my trap
real n+ggas up in my trap
true n+ggas up in my trap
we don’t know how to act
lately i’ve been pouring up ack
bad b+tch get hit from the back
after that may give her a stack
i ain’t pay for p+ssy no cat
i ain’t pay for p+ssy no cat
b+tch still wanna come get back
wanna know where my new crib at
f+ck n+gga you better fall ball
cs the gun to ur head fall back
cs the gun in my hand fall back
gotta gun in my head fall back
got a choppa in the trunk fall back
cs we dip we jump fall back
put a bullet hole in ya ball cap
you know we don’t f+ck wit all that
and ur (?) durag
on the top like a new durag
imma f+ck ur b+tch do that
imma leave her in the past
imma count up all my cash
imma get right in my bag
i know these n+ggas mad
cs all i do is brag
i don’t look at the tag
that 40 on me get tagged
that 40 on me get dragged
these n+ggas not straight they (fake?)
you know i get money all rack
on rack that rack on rack
run up on me you get hit clapped
run that sh+t like a lap
so perky my relapse
i run it like a lap
the police on my ass
i get ghosted up in that ghost
yeah i do the most
brag up on and i bosh
pop a bottle pop a model same thing in my eyes
run up on me 40 on me leave you traumatized
my gun got a silence, you know you ain’t i b+tch
run up you gon die b+tch, got a 45 b+tch
on the 9 b+tch, you know you ain’t my b+tch
you ain’t my b+tch, you know you ain’t my b+tch
you’s a sidekick, you know you ain’t my b+tch
you’s a sidekick, you know you ain’t my b+tch
you’s a sike, sike, you a sidekick, sike
i still may go ride it like a bike
run up on me then you gonna die
put that on my life, d+ck in ur wife
yeah h+ll yeah, f+cking right h+ll yeah, f+cking right h+ll yeah yeah
b+tch i’m booted b+tch i’m zooted and you know
probably run up on em then i’ll let it go
i was running thru the six with the woes
40 hit me with it (whoah)
money machine gang
money machine gang, xanny lean gang
money machine gang
money machine gang
money machine gang f+ck your team gang
money machine gang f+ck your team gang
money machine gang f+ck your team gang
she do the whole gang that a team thang
money machine gang
money machine green
money machine gang money machine gang
i feel like a boss b+tch u fired ur laid off
(?) b+tch i feel like i’m made off
(?) ak on me i’m gonna let it off
don’t believe try me yeah yeah yeah i get it off
catch a body gang that’s what we about
off the molly gang, gotch ur b+tch house
got the whole gang at ur b+tch house
did our whole thing at ur b+tch house (yeah)
i’m back out
got locked up for selling at the crack house
skate up on a n+gga had to black out
mask out f+ck em up mag out f+ck em up
he on my phone he ordered me to f+ck him up
so we had to f+ck em up
ay g money in the cut, counting money up
imma take a perc to ease the pain
imma buy a perc today
60 thru cash app, send that sh+t his way
plug pulled up, ruggers tucked, shoot em up shoo shoo shoot em up shoo shoo shoot em up (yeah yeah yeah)
i get high b+tch i don’t care
touch the sky b+tch you not i b+tch
(?) whoah ho oh
my gun got a silent you know you ain’t i b+tch
what’s braking ( huh huh huh)
i know n+ggas lacking (huh huh huh)
i ain’t never ever lacking (huh huh huh)
40 on me yeah i smack it (huh huh huh)
told you i ain’t with the lacking (huh huh huh)
yeah i be pistol packing (huh huh huh)
if i don’t got it then my brother got one (huh huh huh)
smoking big blunts (2x)
ay wait better get ur money up
ay yeah i be on a money hunt
ay yeah on ur spot i shoot it up
ay ain’t no timberland i boot it up
one second it’s leave me lone
then i don’t want to be alone
want you to leave me lone
but i don’t wanna be alone
i don’t wanna be there alone
i don’t wanna be alone
i don’t be here alone
i don’t wanna be alone
i don’t wanna be+ if she can’t be with me i won’t be
if she can’t see with me i won’t see (yeah)
she’s what i need (yeah)
like pills and i (?) (yeah)
mix that with that lean, that promethazine
make my sprite bleed make my sprite bleed
make ur gang bleed
i feel in love with the paper then the guap came
f+ck the bank till the guap came
i fell in love with b+tch she love cocaine
to bad we don’t like the same thing
i feel with the money then the guap came (yeah)
f+ck the blunt till the guap came
i fell in love with her p+ssy she love cocaine too bad we don’t like the same things
(uhhhh yeah yeah uhhhh yeah huh yeah)
keep in touch (yeah huh huh huh)
you can’t keep up with us (yeah)
i remember they was dissing us
the same hoes down to f+ck
i don’t like party’s but i still go
balenciaga runner look like steel toes (huh huh)
paper on me
b+tch i’m out of ur league
out of ur re+
money on me
40 on me
f+ck on me
(mhmm woah ho ho uh huh huh)

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