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heavy (sessions) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
uh*huh, yeah

[chorus]
sip on four fours, tippin’ with a bad ho
full of sh*t, ass n*ggas, i’m a assh0l*
on the scene with my .40, with my cash flow
uh, throw a band, she gon’ drop the ass low
told that b*tch to ride my d*ck just like a lasso
i was taught to let live, then to let it go
i was taught to pull up with the sh*ll toes
i’m in the cut, shaquille o’neal, throwin’ them elbows, yeah

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
nineteen, i’m a multi*millionaire
they probably wonder how the f*ck i got here
’cause i was d*mn near homeless last year
i remember taking clothes off thе internet
and if you had something on our lifе, then we was into that, huh
empty your pockets, boy, huh
i need your wallet, boy, huh
don’t make a word before we pop it, boy

[bridge]
all i know is that they love to hate the ones that love hard
all i know is that they love to hate the ones that love hard
[chorus]
sip on four fours, tippin’ with a bad ho
full of sh*t, ask n*ggas, i’m a assh0l*
on the scene with my .40, with my cash flow
throw a band, she gon’ drop the ass low
told that b*tch to ride my d*ck just like a lasso
i was taught to let live, then to let go
i was taught to pull up with the sh*ll toes
i’m in the cut, shaquille o’neal, throwin’ them elbows, yeah

[verse 2]
i got twins on my line, take ’em to the hotel
f*ck ’em both, kick ’em both out, get ’em hoes h*ll
yeah, they know me well
my b*tch bad just like jessabelle, huh
knock them out, just like holyfield, huh
off a pill
i do the—, hold on, wait, off a pill
i don’t do that sh*t for trends, i do that ’cause it feel real
2013, i was still poppin’ pills

[bridge]
here we go
she told me that she love pills, she rollin’
i don’t oxy*condone it
but i’m off the oxies at the moment
[chorus]
sip on four fours, tippin’ with a bad ho
full of sh*t, ask n*ggas, i’m a assh0l*
on the scene with my .40, with my cash flow
throw a band, she gon’ drop the ass low
told that b*tch to ride my d*ck just like a lasso
i was taught to let live, then to let go
i was taught to pull up with the sh*ll toes
i’m in the cut, shaquille o’neal, throwin’ them elbows, yeah
[verse 3]
f*ck around, make the b*tch disappear
get my nut, i kick her out, i get her outta here
three hoes at a time, throw some musketeers
i be junkie, i be hot, man in the mirror
pop a xan, pop a perc, then i disappear
too much stress up in the room, i get outta there
catch me with a red coat like i’m paul revere
you would get shot down like a deer
freestyle flows like michael phelps
feel like mj cause i’m feelin’ myself
morphine, catch me k!llin’ myself
godd*mn, man, i think i need help
brand new b*tch, brand new whip
brand new board, line up, trick
told my ex, suck a d*ck
babysit, swallow all my kids
vibe on that b*tch, i don’t write
freestyle while i’m high on that b*tch
so high, touch the sky in that b*tch
she gon’ f*ck her best friend, she gon’ buy for this sh*t
new swag, f*ck that goyard
i went and bought a new bag, take the tags off
i don’t look at tags, bought your b*tch a birkin bag
just so you could take it back, boy, i know you need it
treat that b*tch like the change, you can keep it
i be changin’ on these hoes for seasons
k!llin’ sh*t and i don’t even have a reason
like a maxi pad, boy, you be bleedin’
p*ssy boy, experience like vet, but i’m a rookie boy
sesame street, that monster, i’m a cookie boy
thick lil’ b*tch, just like snooki, boy
thumbin’, bands, a million in my hand
thumbin’ through them bands, a million in my hand
all these n*ggas mad, they say i’m a hoe
they say i did that because i sold my soul, well
they can have it back, i ain’t want it, hoe
bein’ a rich n*gga, [?]
pull up on the scene, ball like finger roll
eyes red, d*mn right, i’m smokin’ on that demon hoe
gas, huh, ayy, rari, i’ma start it, do the dash
uh, ayy, i’ma leave that b*tch right in the past
countin’ up the cash
this a big gun, boy, you better get back
bobby brown up in the booth, i swear i spit crack
designer on my body, baby, and it’s mismatched
i’ma crash, huh, woke up takin’ drugs to the face
rob another plug, that’s today
i’ma leave yo’ brains in my ashtray
take the shrooms, now i’m seein’ sh*t sideways
have you drove high on the highway?
have you ever paid for the freeway?
remember hittin’ stains up on ebay
now i’m buyin’ houses with no rebate
yeah, yeah, ayy, let it happen
i may go buy a house up in calabasas
like a bunch of eggs, baby, we can get it crackin’
and i keep one in the head, i ain’t never lackin’
paint my nails, just to give these n*ggas h*ll
and they think it’s sweet, huh
had to paint my nails just to give these n*ggas h*ll
probably think it’s sweet, i’ma f*ck they b*tch in h*ll
rollin’ og, every day i’m goin’ h*ll
f*ck with police, h*ll, no, i’ll never tell
ayy, huh, brand new whip, yeah
huh, brand new b*tch, yeah
huh, i feel rich, yeah
huh, but i ain’t sh*t yet
huh, brand new whip, yeah
huh, brand new b*tch, yeah
huh, i feel rich, yeah
huh, but i ain’t sh*t yet
uber everywhere like i’m tokyo
ayy, she gon’ chop the brick like it’s tokyo
ayy, pull up on the scene with a new pole
i ain’t illuminati, baby, but i can take your soul
pass that b*tch, that’s a give and go
40 give a n*gga kiss, like a mistletoe
only shoot one time b*tch, she love the way i drip on it
ayy, i told that b*tch to sit on it
she said she love to ride d*ck, i told her get on it
ayy, 40 with a 30 for my opponents, yeah
look, i know she all on my phone
fell in love in a different time zone
facetime, i don’t got a iphone
yeah, that’s what i know
shorty make me suicidal
feel her all in my vitals
she said she don’t want a title
she heard my songs on tidal
she said she feels entitled
ayy, cupid got the rifle
i get high so i don’t have high hopes
i know they gon’ leave me lonely
i could run it up and get it by my only
ayy, she get on her knees, but she not gon’ pray for me
tell her play for keeps, get my nut and then i leave
i’ma pass the rock, who i receive or you a sieve?
pull up on the scene, his b*tch gon’ swallow my seeds
ayy, i’m the man, you can’t tell by now you blind
run up on him, k!ll him, then i make his run
take his b*tch, i’ll f*ck that b*tch from the behind
chiropractic with that mag, i’ll crack your spine
walk around by myself
i wonder where she’s at
i wonder if she’s thinking bout me how i’m thinking bout her
is that a fact?
i got twins on my line, take ’em to the hotel
f*ck ’em both, kick ’em both out, give them hoes h*ll
yeah, they know me well
my b*tch bad just like jessabelle, huh
knock them out, just like holyfield, huh
off a pill
i do the—, hold on, wait, off a pill
i don’t do that sh*t for trends, i do that ’cause it feel real
2013, i was still poppin’ pills
i remember they was calling me a cluck
now when they need the perkys, i’m the one they hitting up
that’s what’s up
but i ain’t finna share my drugs
like, i ain’t finna share my love
my shotgun is in the trunk
yeah, i’m down to share some slugs
got it out the mud
yeah, oxycodone
put me in my zone, got me itchin’
f*ck am i on in my kitchen?
momma came in and said “jarad, why you trippin’?”
(mumble), oxycodone
the search goes on and on for real love, i can’t find it anywhere
yeah, i know i’m scared of real love, i’m on drugs so it’s not fair
all i know is that they love to hate the ones that love hard
all i know is that they love to hate the ones that love hard
yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah, 19, i’m a multi*millionaire
they probably wonder how the f*ck i got here
’cause i was d*mn near homeless last year
i remember takin’ clothes off the internet
and if you had something on i liked, then we was into that
empty yo’ pockets, boy, i need yo’ wallet, boy
don’t make a word before we pop it, boy
yeah, i used to skip school just to jugg online
make them moves, now i’m in the studio
told her, check my st**z, b*tch
go ahead, get on your knees, b*tch
i know that you wanna please, b*tch
after i hit, you gotta leave, b*tch
go ahead, check my st**z, b*tch
go ahead, get on your knees, b*tch
yeah, you gon’ beg and plead
ayy, heard you got a man
where your man at?
f*ck that, where the xans at?
f*ck that, where the guns at?
you ain’t really tryna see me with the hands, y’all
ayy, my crib a strip club
throwing bands and the b*tches pick up dubs
smoking after zip, b*tch, i don’t do dubs
rip my heart out my chest, i don’t do love
mix the perc with the morphine, a new drug
that’s an outlet on my phone, i’m the new plug
if you run up, you get hit with a few slugs
police come, i hide the body under new rugs
yeah, i’m a lil’ kid, rug rat
but i’m still on my grown man sh*t, man
yeah, pull up on the scene feeling wicked
eeny meeny miny moe, the opps, i’ma pick ’em
yeah, tell that b*tch to pose for a picture
black and mild*ass b*tch, she look like a swisher
i don’t got no time for these n*ggas or they b*tches
i don’t got no time for these n*ggas or they b*tches
why you trippin’?
ballin’ like scottie pippen
pull up skrrt, in my bugatti engine, leave em’ on the curb
i’m ballin’ like a celtic, baby, larry bird
i shoot you in your mouth and now you lost for words
freestyle this sh*t, i’m bout the action
i ain’t even really talking bout a verb
green bay with the sh*t, pistol packer
pull up on his ass, he won’t say a word
absurd, that b*tch, you get kicked like it’s to the curb
i’ma use his head as a centerpiece
deliver them bricks on delivery
twitter, they be beefing, don’t mention me
cause if i find out where you live, the rest is history
that’s just what it is
that b*tch finna swallow all my kids
heard they wanna k!ll me, i’ma hollow all my tips
shoot him three times, then dip
ain’t shooting him no more, it’s alright
looking at my wrist, all go like p*ss
everybody loves juice, but hates chris
everybody loves juice, but hates chris
r. kelly with it on that b*tch, molly p*ssed
pull up on the scene, tell that hoe to suck a d*ck
yeah, i’m so disrespectful
something like my hair, b*tch, i been feeling dreadful
something like i care, b*tch, nah, i got a handful
i got a handful, of them xans, fool
i’m the man, ooh
these other n*ggas going out sad
me, i came up on a bag
ksubi on my jean, i don’t sag
f*ck your b*tch and then i give her back
n*ggas really going out sad
me, i just came up on a bag
i’ma f*ck the b*tch from the back
just so that i brag
codeine in my cup, i think i drink too much
i cut my middle finger off, i swear that i won’t give a f*ck
that b*tch on her knees, she give it up
just for me to live it up
pull up on the scene, my chopper tucked
n*gga, that jig is up
freestyle, my flows too much
told you i don’t give two f*cks
pull up on him with a white mask
on me, feel like ku klux
freestyle, my flows too much
told you i don’t give two f*cks
pull up on him with a white mask
on me, feel like ku klux
[chorus]
sip on four fours, tippin’ with a bad ho
full of sh*t, ask n*ggas, i’m a assh0l*
on the scene with my .40, with my cash flow
throw a band, she gon’ drop the ass low
told that b*tch to ride my d*ck just like a lasso
i was taught to let live, then to let go
i was taught to pull up with the sh*ll toes
i’m in the cut, shaquille o’neal, throwin’ them elbows, yeah

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