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juice wrld – late nights (fiji) [studio session] lyrics

[intro]
baby, i’m stone cold, ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll, countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi+automatic on me right now, but i’m in chi+town

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold, ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll, countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi+automatic on me right now, but i’m in chi+town
that girl f+cked my bro+bro, that b+tch is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, saying she on go+go
that b+tch f+cked my bro+bro, that girl is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, that lil’ b+tch a hoe

[verse 1]
yeah, my pants sag, don’t you dare grab it
when i’m up in traffic, my lil’ b+tch, she lavish
i hit that b+tch from the back, that b+tch don’t know how to act
draco on me, it’s attached, ain’t come for no boxing match
pull up on him, he get clapped, just like a pimp, he get slapped
it’s a .40 on me, so get back, if a n+gga don’t know how to act
duffel bag, filled with racks
count it up, spend it all, make it back
run it up, in my bag+
raf simons, rick owens, all that
tell your man to fall back, f+ck n+gga, i don’t like that
freestyle sh+t, don’t write that
go ahead, snort that white up, i was in the cut with a new gun
haven’t seen a real n+gga since i been in here
looked in the mirror, i seen one
[chorus]
n+ggas hatin’ on the real, keep that b+tch concealed
told you i ain’t never give a f+ck how you feel
late nights off the pills, my bro doin’ drills
this not, wasn’t fake sh+t, this that sh+t for real
late nights off the pills, drother doin’ drills
momma mad as f+ck, she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed, try me if you want
n+gga, you get k!lled, uh, you get stunned

[verse 2]
i’m rockin’ commo garesawn
i mean comme des garçon
and i’m still rockin’ bape, baby, i’m goin’ ape
i drop a four in my sprite
d+mn it, i love the taste, d+mn it, i love to waste away
don’t got a knife, got a razor blade
i got a gun with a razor blade, i let it rip like a beyblade
f+ckin’ your b+tch, that’s my lady
turned the trap house to a safe place
pull up on the scene with an ak, man down, b+tch, no mayday
chief keef daughter with a new gun, two aks, call ’em kay kay
had to f+ck his b+tch in the studio, yeah, ay
dye my hair and dread it, feel like coolio, yeah, ay
this some gucci on me, this ain’t coogi, ho, yeah, ay
i got a gucci b+tch who got a coochie, ho, yeah, ay
i been sippin’ water, only fiji though, yeah, ay
chopper wet ’em up, that’s a squeegee, ho, yeah, ay
i be with my brothers like luigi, ho, yeah, ay
hit my trap phone if you need me, ho
[chorus]
n+ggas hatin’ on the real, keep that b+tch concealed
told you i ain’t never give a f+ck how you feel
late nights off the pills, my bro doin’ drills
this not, wasn’t fake sh+t, this that sh+t for real
late nights off the pills, brother doin’ drills
momma mad as f+ck, she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed, try me if you want
n+gga, you get k!lled, uh, you get stunned

[verse 3]
i’m rockin’ commo garesawn
i mean comme des garçon
and i’m still rockin’ bape, baby, i’m goin’ ape
i drop a four in my sprite
d+mn it, i love the taste, d+mn it, i love to waste away
don’t got a knife, got a razor blade
i got a gun with a razor blade, i let it rip like a beyblade
f+ckin’ your b+tch, that’s my lady
turned the trap house to a safe place
pull up on the scene with an ak, man down, b+tch, no mayday
chief keef daughter with a new gun, two aks, call ’em kay kay
in my bag, in my bag, yeah yeah, in my bag, in my bag
yeah, ain’t looking at tags, i don’t gotta brag
you want what i have
that lil’ b+tch, you know you can’t smash
hit her from the back
[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold, ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll, countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi+automatic on me right now, but i’m in chi+town
that girl f+cked my bro+bro, that b+tch is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, saying she on go+go
that b+tch f+cked my bro+bro, that girl is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, that lil’ b+tch a hoe

[verse 3]
smoking a spliff, high as can be
i’m on my ass, i’m off my ass, got to the bag
got to the bag, unload the mag, i got a 30, you know?
i’m on your ass, i’m stephen curry in that
i’m terry cruz, b+tch, i can flex or some
high as f+ck, i don’t even wanna+
a couple pills and some marijuana
i’m a goner, i’m a goner, problem for the ganja
yeah, i got the gun on me, i feel like a monster
all of my n+ggas get money, you do it with no problem, yeah
all i ever do is party, i just took your b+tch out

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold, ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll, countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi+automatic on me right now, but i’m in chi+town
that girl f+cked my bro+bro, that b+tch is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, saying she on go+go
that b+tch f+cked my bro+bro, that girl is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, that lil’ b+tch a hoe

[verse 4]
n+ggas hatin’ on the real, keep that b+tch concealed
hating on the real, keep that b+tch concealed, b+tch, i keep it real
n+ggas hatin’ on the real, keep that b+tch concealed
told you i ain’t never give a f+ck how you feel
late nights off the pills, my bro doin’ drills
this not, wasn’t fake sh+t, this that sh+t for real
late nights off the pills, brother doin’ drills
momma mad as f+ck, she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed, try me if you want
n+gga, you get k!lled, uh, you get stunned
smoke on some dope
on my d+ck, she gon’ choke
she a ho on the low

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold, ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll, countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi+automatic on me right now, but i’m in chi+town
that girl f+cked my bro+bro, that b+tch is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, saying she on go+go
that b+tch f+cked my bro+bro, that girl is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, that lil’ b+tch a hoe

[verse 5]
she finna f+ck on my brothers, ay
magnum on me, that’s a rubber, ay
that ‘lil b+tch, she undercover, ay, i could never ever love her, yy
i kicked that b+tch out my crib, yeah
i kicked that b+tch out my brib, yeah
i do not care how you live, yeah
i’m on the percocet 10, yeah
i f+cked that b+tch then her friend, yeah
i take a trip up to france, yeah, up in dior, i’ma dance, yeah
i feel like i am the man, yeah
raf simons, rick owens, all that
tell your man to fall back, f+ck n+gga, i don’t like that
freestyle sh+t, don’t write that
go ahead, snort that white up, i was in the cut with a new gun
haven’t seen a real n+gga since i been in here
looked in the mirror, i seen one
smoke so much, i got three lungs, a extra one
weight on my shoulders like three tons plus a extra one

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold, ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll, countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi+automatic on me right now, but i’m in chi+town
that girl f+cked my bro+bro, that b+tch is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, saying she on go+go
that b+tch f+cked my bro+bro, that girl is a hoe+hoe
shorty came from seoul, that lil’ b+tch a hoe

[verse 6]

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