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juice wrld - pink toes (demo) lyrics

[intro: juice wrld]
10 k i show up with a new phone
yeah
(yeah)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
i spent 20 k within a month, d+mn i spent that sh+t all on blunts
popped a couple percys, yeah at once
pull up on the scene i got my gun, that heat up on my hip just like the sun
say it two times no i’m not one, say it a few times no i’m not the one
they ain’t listen, so i had to get a gun
i ain’t warning n+ggas no more bullets, no mercy
b+tches thinking that know me thinking they gonna hurt me, baby is it worth it
beat it up i’m so like when the time’s right
you think cubic zirconias, but it’s real ice
pull up on you with that 40, that’s a real pipe
if i k!ll you, i’m gonna look you in thе face in real time
i pull with thе .40 off you, i got powers like i’m austin
bombing like i’m boston, flier then a pilot, run up on me don’t try it
that .40 on me is frying

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
yes, i f+cked your b+tch, i did it in the telly (yeah)
i’ma hit it from the back, it’s in her belly (yeah)
got marconi on my feet, these n+ggas steady (yeah)
swaggin’ on these n+ggas, they embarrassed (swag)
diamonds on my wrist, i go baguettin’ every carat (yeah)
take a diamond off my wrist, you probably could go and get married
and you know that i pull up, i ain’t really too scary
i done found a group of girls, they look just like cherries (yeah)
i got a müller that look like a millie (yeah)
i got a müller that look like a millie (yeah)
i got a müller that look like a millie (skrrt)
yes, i’m talkin’ richard bracelet on my achilles
you cannot classify this as a anklet
sat it right on a anchor, that sh+t almost sank ship (whoa)
dip from my haters, like i’m in the matrix
i hear echoes, my house, man this sh+t is too sp+cious, yeah
[verse 3: juice wrld]
i spent 20 k within a month, d+mn i spent that sh+t all on blunts
popped a couple percys, yeah at once
pull up on the scene i got my gun, that heat up on my hip just like the sun
say it two times no i’m not one, say it a few times no i’m not the one
they ain’t listen, so i had to get a gun
i ain’t warning n+ggas no more bullets, no mercy
b+tches thinking that know me thinking they gonna hurt me, baby is it worth it

[verse 4: lil uzi vert & juice wrld]
i laugh when i go get the money (ha)
your bankroll got lots of twenties (ha)
i wear oversized drip on a monday (yeah)
my little ghetto b+tch say that i’m bummy (whoa)
she used two type v+neck in my balmain (balmain)
stuff my pocket, my pants fallin’ (ayy, uh+huh)
every day imma keep ballin, this a autobiography, not no small range (vroom)
imma do the dash, imma floor it
push the gas, ballin on these hoes these they adore it
she tryna explore it like dora, i told him no more sephora
lets go to gucci, freshen up your aura
she saw my d+ck in the movie, did it again in a jacuzzi
you don’t like me, then sue me
paul wall with the lean, watch him scoop me up
they comparing me to uzi
got the smasher, passer, natural disaster
momma say i’m crazy, tried to take me to the pastor, that sh+t do not matter, both my pockets fatter
had to sp+ce them off the drugs and feel my face on saturn
you know what it is, tell me what it isn’t
r kelly with the b+tch, imma get to p+ssin’
never gave f+ck about none of the competition
i ain’t never lacking, got my hand on her smith &…
[verse 5: juice wrld]
i spent 20 k within a month, d+mn i spent that sh+t all on blunts
popped a couple percys, yeah at once
pull up on the scene i got my gun, that heat up on my hip just like the sun
say it two times no i’m not one, say it a few times no i’m not the one
they ain’t listen, so i had to get a gun
i ain’t warning n+ggas no more bullets, no mercy
b+tches thinking that know me thinking they gonna hurt me, baby is it worth it
beat it up i’m so like when the time’s right
you think cubic zirconias, but it’s real ice
pull up on you with that 40, that’s a real pipe
if i k!ll you, i’m gonna look you in the face in real time
i pull with the .40 off you, i got powers like i’m austin
bombing like i’m boston, flier then a pilot, run up on me don’t try it
that .40 on me is frying

[outro: juice wrld]
that little b+tch she throw right
beat up i’m so like on the dirt bike
beat up i’m so like when the time’s right

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