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juice wrld - on god lyrics

[intro: young thug]
dy krazy
uh, oh
oh, oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh, oh

[pre-chorus: juice wrld]
brand new chanels
don’t look at the tag, baby
i bought her -ss, best believe that i’m gon’ tap, baby
i drive in the jag crazy
i crash that b-tch daily
had to upgrade to a mercedes (ayy)

[chorus: young thug & juice wrld]
i made a bag, baby (yeah)
i made a bag, baby (on god)
i made a bag, baby (on god)
i made a bag, baby (on god)
i’m in my bag (on god)
i drive it real fast, baby (on god)
mercedes benz (on god)
i’m in my bag, baby

[verse 1: juice wrld & young thug]
i’m in first cl-ss, baby (on god)
you in last, baby (on god)
i’m a 90’s baby
but i cook that sh-t from the ’80s (on god)
hardtop mercedes (on god)
i’m ridin’ in a drop mercedes (that’s on god)
f-ck all your opps, don’t save ’em (that’s on god)
just let the ak rearrange ya (that’s on god)
f-ck on a opp n-gga’s b-tch on the daily (on god)
ball on a b-tch, tracy mcgrady (that’s on god)
throw b’s up for the brazy (on god)
i put the k in crazy (on god)
i’m with no limit, that’s on the daily (on god)
that choppa turn ya like pages, uh (on god)
headshot your face lookin’ crazy, uh (on god)
did i say cray? i meant brazy, uh
i got four pockets with lettuce
we ’bout to show ’em who the best is
i need an ambulance up in the nosebleeds
i designed her lil’ body, she a trophy
and she do what the simon say
i’m ’bout to buy her the all-state
i’ma fill up this b-tch with some more sh-t
whatever, b-tch, she a barbie

[verse 2: juice wrld & young thug]
i’m not god, baby (on god)
i don’t forgive, baby (on god)
my n-ggas in your crib, baby (on god)
they go real brazy (that’s on god)
i’ma pull up in the latest (on god)
matte black, you know that i painted it (on god)
new millennium, totin’ the stainless (on god)
got a red beam for long ranges, yeah (on god, on god, on god)
i got savage ways (on god)
i got baddie babes (that’s on god)
i got me the swings (no cap, on god)
all i’m bringin’ in (no cap, on god)
yeah (uh)
the way you lied to me is too fugazi (on god)
no magazine sh-lls fade away (uh)
i’m in j-pan with an asian persuasion (yeah, on god)
b-tches from the himalayas bringin’ me bacon
gucci robes like masons, f-ck her in a bathing ape apr-n
my b-tch foreign
i don’t know where she from, i ain’t tryna be racist (on god)
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, i’m racist, uh
get my d-ck sucked by a soul taker, uh
i told her i just want the top
your clothes, don’t even take it off (that’s on god)
i’m paul walker when i’m takin’ off
i’m fast and furious on you hoes (on god)
unlike you broke–ss n-ggas, i actually achieve my goals (that’s on god)
i’m ’bout to ride, i’ll add her name in my tats
i’m too good up to ever disguise, i get fed up after runnin’ ’round, yeah
i gotta try it, i done pulled her panties to the side
got four closets for my child, i got even more for my wife

[bridge: juice wrld]
yeah, yeah
yeah, that’s on god
that’s on god
dy krazy
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
that’s on god
dy krazy
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
that’s on god, that’s on god
that’s on god, that’s on god, that’s on…

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