last-dude – pints lyrics
[intro: juice wrld]
i might buy that wraith in the mornin’ just so i could race
put diamonds on my neck, they tight, like a neck brace
ayy baby, uh, go ‘head, tell me how my d+ck taste
yeah, thought he was real, turn out he p+ssy, he got a s+x change, yeah
[chorus: juice wrld]
ten pints, i need drank, i need percs, i can’t think
used to be broke, made it work, whippin’ that work over the sink
i was too scared of the white police to do a heist or rob a bank
resorted to robbin’ my own kind, junkies blowin’ up my phone line
ten+ten+ten pints, i need drank, i need percs, i can’t think
used to be broke, made it work, whippin’ that work over the sink
i was too scared of the white police to do a heist or rob a bank
resorted to robbin’ my own kind, junkies blowin’ up my phone line
[verse 1: xxxtentacion]
i just came, she clean it up like billy mays, ha, ha
she got lockjaw, i put my d+ck all in her face, ha, ha
her p+ssy hurt, might need a band+aid, i’m p+ssy bandit, yuh, yuh
don’t k!ll my vibe, lil b+tch, why are you tripping? makin’ me frantic, yeah, ayy
uno, dos, tres, huh, b+tches givin’ neck, uh
if it’s for a check, uh, i might break a sweat, uh
like i’m boonk, yeah, tune, yeah
i might leave you mad as f+ck, oh true, ouu
these f+ck n+ggas hittin’ like they saying “ayy”
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
black diamonds on my neck, they got pigment (they got pigment)
kiss me, kiss me, made girl ride my d+ck like a 10 speed (like a 10 speed)
doin’ well, got a proud family, b+tch i’m sticky (b+tch i’m sticky)
i’m the captain, so i’m never sayin’ “pick me”
i told her talk with her eyes (talk with your eyes)
i told her walk with her tounge, i can’t walk with my feet (i can’t)
’cause i paid 3k just right for my sneaks
drive bentley truck but no jeep (d+mn)
my bentley
my bentley don’t come with keys, your jeep, it came with the keys (yeah)
you know that i had to leave, you know i’m only a tease
[verse 3: playboi carti]
you know i’m on the phone with plug
all of these hoes they dumb
all of these n+ggas they dumb
we shootin’ the sh+t in the club
trickin’ your b+tch, throwin’ some cash i’m throwin’
trickin’ your b+tch
all in the show, know i’m rockin’ the show
call up the pole ’cause you a lil’ ho
f+ckin’ your b+tch, i kick her out the door
yeah, hit a lil b+tch with the stick
stick (yeah)
hit a lil b+tch with the bag
i don’t give a f+ck about the bag
i just go lean on the track
[verse 4: juice wrld]
i might buy that wraith in the mornin’ just so i could race
straight baguettes chokin’ my neck like a neck brace, yeah
they droolin’ over my last watch, wait until my next thing, yeah
thought he was real, turn out he p+ssy, he got a s+x change, yeah
[chorus: juice wrld]
ten pints, i need drank, i need percs, i can’t think
used to be broke, made it work, whippin’ that work over the sink
i was too scared of the white police to do a heist or rob a bank
resorted to robbin’ my own kind, junkies blowin’ up my phone line
ten+ten+ten pints, i need drank, i need percs, i can’t think
used to be broke, made it work, whippin’ that work over the sink
i was too scared of the white police to do a heist or rob a bank
resorted to robbin’ my own kind, junkies blowin’ up my phone line
[outro: juice wrld]
yeah
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