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juice wrld - mansion lyrics

[intro]
huh-uh
this my favorite part n-gga
huh-uh, yeah
lordphazer in this b-tch
uh-huh, oh, yeah
ya dig? yeah
purps on the beat
here i go, here i go again (here i go, here i go)
in los angeles just came back from j-pan (in los angeles just came back from j-pan)
here i go, here i go again traveling (here i go, here i go again traveling)

[pre-chorus]
here i go, here i go again
i’m in los angeles i just came back from j-pan (uh-huh)
i was on percocets everyday, wasn’t f-cking with them xans (uh-huh)
here i go, here i go again (yeah)

[chorus]
here i go, here i go again (uh-huh)
i’m in los angeles i just came back from j-pan (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
everyday i was on percocets, wasn’t f-cking with them xans (uh)
turned studio to a trap house, like i was whipping with the pans
i spent 3,000 on some pants
she a h-rny dog, she just f-cked me and my mans (she a h-rny dog)
yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (yeah)
still ain’t trust her so i f-cked her with an uzi in my hand

[verse 1]
whoa, rocking that rick, dawg
feel like a beat, dawg, i got drip sauce
pocket watching got you p-ssed off (got you p-ssed off)
just wait until you start staring at my wrist, dawg, ah (gleam gleam gleam)
that mean i get super official (uh-huh)
i’m a sad boy when it come to heartbreak, it’s in my lyrics (uh-huh)
i know that i got millions (uh-huh), i know that i got a mansion (uh-huh)
on top of mansion that’s a big building (uh-huh)
parking lot wheelies, i put the milli’ in million
wrist so cold like the ac on (uh-huh)
all i care ’bout is hunnids, not t-ttys, twentys, like a [?] (uh-huh)
whatchu know about money, uh
i got my throwback gucci on (yeah)
finna get in that oochie coochie
f-ck a hoochie to this song (yeah)
bootleg movies in my house, can’t go to the movies, dawg (uh-uh)
i’m too important, ask me if i have compet-tion i say “nah” (uh-uh)
they disappointed, i’m taking these pills can’t feel my jaw (uh-uh)
i think i need a doctors appointment, they tell me that nothing wrong (uh-huh)
i still think that n-gga wrong

[chorus]
here i go, here i go again
i’m in los angeles i just came back from j-pan
everyday i was on percocets, wasn’t f-cking with them xans
turned studio to a trap house, like i was whipping with the pans (uh)
i spent 3,000 on some pants (3,000 on pants)
she a h-rny dog, she just f-cked me and my mans (she just f-cked me and my mans)
yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (she a fan)
still ain’t trust her so i f-cked her with an uzi in my hand

[verse 2]
i see them haters watching me on the internet (on the web)
like “here he go talkin’ bout his new watch again” (gleam gleam)
that’s a two tone skeleton ap on his head
we get it, yeah i know you get it (huh)
but you couldn’t afford it if you worked for your life [?]
that’s your forever girl? i just may go rent her (smash)
and drive that b-tch around like a mercedes sprinter (skrt, skrt)
so much money they think i got a money printer (yeah)
so much drama sometimes i think i’m on jerry springer (what the f-ck?)
i know some of these racist motherf-ckers hate to pay up
like “why the h-ll did we just have to book this dirty n-gga” (ha-ha)
times change (yeah), but i still got that mask on my face like i’m in the kkk (let’s go)
bought a brand new guitar and a piano and a new ak (let’s go)
yeah, just incase, a f-ck n-gga get in my way (uh-huh)
two-three-three shots to a n-gga in his face
take two off his top like he gettin’ a fade
send ’em rock bott’ n-ggas around your way
bought a new watch, cost over 100k (gleam)
so bright can’t see the time today (d-mn)
yeah, but it’s my time today (it is), i’m gon’ shine today
that’s today, tomorrow, ayy, that mean i’m in my prime (okay)

[chorus]
here i go, here i go again
i’m in los angeles i just came back from j-pan (just came back from j-pan)
everyday i was on percocets, wasn’t f-cking with them xans (i wasn’t f-cking with them xans)
turned studio to a trap house, like i was whipping with the pans
i spent 3,000 on some pants (3,000 on some pants)
she a h-rny dog, she just f-cked me and my mans (me and my f-cking mans)
yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (groupie ain’t a fan)
still ain’t trust her so i f-cked her with an uzi in my hand (in my motherf-cking hand)

[outro]
yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
triple nine the gang, yeah-yeah-yeah
when it come to this music sh-t i’ma po’ it, yeah-yeah-yeah
billy idol with that “rebel yell”
f-ck with me i send you straight to h-ll
free my slime, hope he make bail
keep him locked up if he tattle-tale

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