juice wrld - mercedes lyrics
i fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
f+ck the bank ’til the guap came
i fell in love with that b+tch, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t love the same thing
i fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
f+ck the bank ’til the guap came (h+ll yeah)
i fell in love with her p+ssy, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t like the same things
uh
ain’t no timbеrland, i boot it up, (yеah, ayy)
one second, it’s lеave mе ‘lone
then, i don’t want to be alone
yeah, i want you to leave me ‘lone
i feel like a boss, b+tch, you’re fired, you laid off
a k!ller at heart, b+tch, i feel like i’m adolf
in the cut, my ak on me, i’m goin let it off
don’t believe me try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, i get it off
its got a .45 b+tch, yeah
with a .9 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 (i still make her ride it like a bike)
i get ghost up in that ghost, huh
yeah, i do the most
brag up on ’em, and i boast, yeah
pop a bottle, pop a model, same thing in my eyes
run up on me, .40 on me, leave you traumatized
yeah yeah, ay
i fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
f+ck the bank ’til the guap came
i fell in love with that b+tch, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t love the same thing
i fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
f+ck the bank ’til the guap came (h+ll yeah)
i fell in love with her p+ssy, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t like the same things
uh
catch a body gang, that’s what we about, yeah, ayy
off the molly gang, at your b+tch house, uh, ayy
got the whole gang at your b+tch house, uh, ayy
did our whole thing at your b+tch house, yeah
i ain’t never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh
.40 on me, yeah, i smack it, uh, huh, huh
told you i ain’t with the lacking, uh, huh, huh
yeah, i be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh
yeah, i go through these phases, it’s amazing, this b+tch drive me crazy, like mercedes
crash the mercedes, smash your lady
on the daily, f+ck n+gga don’t play me
f+ck n+gga i play for keeps, on the scene i spray then leave, these n+ggas won’t let me be, these n+ggas won’t let me breathe, run up on me i make em bleed, got a gun on my hip fall back, got a choppa in the trunk fall back, ayy
i fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
f+ck the bank ’til the guap came
i fell in love with that b+tch, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t love the same thing
i fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
f+ck the bank ’til the guap came (h+ll yeah)
i fell in love with her p+ssy, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t like the same things
uh
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