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juice wrld - ynr (money over hoes) [studio session] lyrics

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[intro]
like yeah, drippin’ with that vogue
yeah, choppas to the fa+a+a+ace

[chorus]
yeah, choppas to the fa+a+a+ace
b+tch yeah, let me put my d+ck on your face
oh yeah, now you gotta f+ck my gang
.40 in my hand, it’s time to finger+f+ck you, bae
lamborghini in l.a., let’s have a race, race, race
i’m in a ghost, peek+a+boo, i’m in a wraith, wraith, wraith
h+lla bands in my hands, young n+gga rich, ayy, ayy
young n+gga rich, young n+gga rich, young n+gga rich

[verse 1]
i’m in the studio, don’t need a pen
bad lil’ b+tch in the back of the benz
perc’ 30s to the face, got me on ten, i remember klonopins
f+ck them xans, young rich n+gga f+ck up them bands
i wanna f+ck you but i want the top from your friend
yeah, bring her right hеre, ayy
say you wanna fight, squeak hit ’em with that lеft right
corey got the torch, don’t come right, you’ll get left right
g+money countin’ the bands, tellin’ me i need to get my head right
yeah i know, put the money over hoes
mix the soda with the four, mix the soda with the four
i heard your n+gga was in jail, probably droppin’ the soap
keep a glock in the coat
put a couple shots through a n+gga top
we ain’t playin’ no mo’, we ain’t playin’ no mo’
we ain’t playin’ no mo’
[chorus]
yeah, choppas to the fa+a+a+ace
b+tch yeah, let me put my d+ck on your face
oh yeah, now you gotta f+ck my gang
.40 in my hand, it’s time to finger+f+ck you, bae
lamborghini in l.a., let’s have a race, race, race
i’m in a ghost, peek+a+boo, i’m in a wraith, wraith, wraith
h+lla bands in my hands, young n+gga rich, ayy, ayy
young n+gga rich, young n+gga rich, young n+gga rich

[verse 2]
young n+gga rich, i was living in a ditch
never really gave a sh+t, uh
run up on me, you get hit
choppa itchin’ on me, kinda like a tick
perky got me itchin’, got me in this b+tch
higher than a b+tch, flyer than a b+tch
i’ma f+ck your b+tch, then she gotta dip, uh, ayy
out of the drop+top, we shoot a n+gga, i feel like tony
i’ma go out ’bout that money, you can call me tony, ayy
choppa turn your face pizza, pepperoni
i remember ramen noodles, mostaccioli
ravioli, now it’s steak and shrimp on my plate n+gga, holy moly, uh
i’ma f+ck your b+tch, ooh, slowly
uh, ayy, pop a perc’, let it control me
ap on my wrist, n+gga, f+ck that rollie
.40 on me, it’ll k!ll you slowly
my homie with me, he’ll k!ll your homie
show no mercy to the phony
show no mercy to the police
especially after they k!lled my brodie
she love me ’cause i’m in a lotus
i don’t talk to her though, i’m antisocial
[chorus]
yeah, choppas to the fa+a+a+ace
b+tch yeah, let me put my d+ck on your face
oh yeah, now you gotta f+ck my gang
.40 in my hand, it’s time to finger+f+ck you, bae
lamborghini in l.a., let’s have a race, race, race
i’m in a ghost, peek+a+boo, i’m in a wraith, wraith, wraith
h+lla bands in my hands, young n+gga rich, ayy, ayy
young n+gga rich, young n+gga rich, young n+gga rich

[verse 3]
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