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juice wrld - pause lyrics

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[intro]
.40 with a .30 that’s a… ha
you dig? yeah
you dig?

[chorus]
.40 with a .30, that’s a d-ck, no stock (pause)
talkin’ all that sh-t’ll get your -ss popped off (off)
got your b-tch doin’ cocaine ’till she lockjaw
only did it once, don’t know how it feels, you should ask her
life of a rock star rap trapper
keep me a guitar, ar, and a tractor
so i can see the snakes in the gr-ss when i ride through (hiss)
got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru

[verse 1]
i got crack, i’ma serve it out the drive-thru
your b-tch is an xbox, play her like game room, ayy
i was tweakin’ off the percs, mix it with the shrooms, ayy
now i’m itchin’ seein’ shadows in my f-ckin’ room, ayy (lucid dreams)
cute chocolate b-tch, that’s a f-ckin’ reese’s
heard her n-gga was talkin’ sh-t, pull on him and crease him
snort the molly off her t-ts, energy increasin’
replenish me, prevent from finishing when i beat, uh (smash)
rollie on my wrist, did it for the season (ah)
then i put a patek on my wrist for no f-ckin’ reason (gleam gleam)
automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (grrra grrra grra)
if a n-gga try to take my sh-t, i’ma leave him bleedin’

[chorus]
.40 with a .30, that’s a d-ck, no stock (pause)
talkin’ all that sh-t’ll get your -ss popped off (off)
got your b-tch doin’ cocaine ’till she lockjaw
only did it once, don’t know how it feels, you should ask her
life of a rock star rap trapper
keep me a guitar, ar, and a tractor
so i can see the snakes in the gr-ss when i ride through (hiss hiss)
got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru

[verse 2]
ayy, bad lil’ b-tch you know i seen her
she seen me sell out arenas
gun on me, gilbert arenas
take a n-gga to the cleaners
even when i’m dressed like a bum i’m cleaner
all white ones with crack rock in the sneakers
i’m ballin’ out while they sittin’ on the bleachers
get rich just to go back and f-ck on my teachers
none of them believed in me either
now they hit my twitter congratulatin’ me
n-gga i don’t f-ck with y’all people
old hoes hit me up, sorry
i wasn’t tryin’ to make love to y’all either
yeah, i don’t need ’em
pretty b-tch, good facial features
three blunts to the face then i eat her
two percs to the face, i’m geekin’
gotta put them down i’m tweakin’
sometimes it feels like i need ’em
sometimes i feel so defeated
my mind be racing like “d-mn, what the f-ck is juice wrld thinking?”
momma told me i look happy, i told her clean her gl-sses

[chorus]
.40 with a .30, that’s a d-ck, no stock (pause)
talkin’ all that sh-t’ll get your -ss popped off (off)
got your b-tch doin’ cocaine ’till she lockjaw
only did it once, don’t know how it feels, you should ask her
life of a rock star rap trapper
keep me a guitar, ar, and a tractor
so i can see the snakes in the gr-ss when i ride through
got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru



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