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kicks (studio session) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
yeah, you ain’ never get this, ayy
i remember skatin’, used to hit a kickflip (shoot through your car door, shout out to cardo)
cardo got wings
i was in the bas*m*nt, tryna rap sh*t

[verse 1]
they believe in me now, thеy like, “juice, you got this”
i remеmber they was hatin’, they said i should drop this
now i’m up, a couple million, i’m the trending topic
hop out of the oven, f*ck it, i’m the hottest
always on my wild sh*t, lighters up, moshpit
even though i’m havin’ fun, i still keep a glock stick
always been a real man, so unlike my pops sh*t
life’s a journey so i had to go and dread my lock sh*t
keep my circle small, my n*ggas tighter than a lock twist, yeah
cut off so many people, relationships was toxic, yeah
i know my ex disappointed, her man not this, yeah
i know my ex disappointed, her man not this, yeah
[chorus]
uh, remember in the bas*m*nt, i was tryin’ to rap sh*t, huh
used to skateboard down into a kickflip, huh
n*ggas talkin’ dumb, i up that tool, rip sh*t, huh
rugrat, mama used to read me lipschitz
it’s funny how my ho’ from china love to french kiss
it’s triple 9, but if you got me flipped, you get the 6*6
i spend a couple thousand dollars on balenciaga shoes
so they not talkin’ ’bout karate when they say i got kicks

[verse 2]
you can’t ball, b*tch i’m out of your league, huh
y’all some scrubs, i won’t play for your team, huh
back in the day i put xan with the lean, uh, uh
now i mix that alcohol with the beans, huh
i remember servin’ xans to the fiends
jacket double g, ayy, ayy, ayy
five star, not the double tree, ayy, ayy, ayy
bad lil’ b*tch from j*pan’e
that lil’ b*tch speak j*panese, uh, uh, uh
she gon’ cook some sh*t for me, uh, shoot some sh*t for me
i’m a b*ttler, it’s not equally, huh, ayy
you gon’ have to pay if you gon’ sleep with me

[chorus]
uh, remember in the bas*m*nt, i was tryin’ to rap sh*t, huh
used to skateboard down into a kickflip, huh
n*ggas talkin’ dumb, i up that tool, rip sh*t, huh
rugrat, mama used to read me lipschitz
it’s funny how my ho’ from china love to french kiss
it’s triple 9, but if you got me flipped, you get the 6*6
i spend a couple thousand dollars on balenciaga shoes
so they not talkin’ ’bout karate when they say i got kicks
[verse 3]
i won’t tell no secrets, you can crick with me
.40 on my hip, they see it easily
n.w.a, feel like eazy*e
ayy, no limit to my sh*t, i feel like master p
and no limit be the clique, no you can’t f*ck with me
brand new clip, i can’t wait to use it, ooh
bobby brown, i beat it up, abuse it
pull up, choppa on me, d*mn, i’m gon’ use it, yeah
get to oozin, yeah, you gon’ lose it, yeah
i’m a lunatic, ooh, ayy
here we go, they say that i sold my soul, to lord lucifer, uh
they say that i sold my soul, to lord lucifer, uh

[verse 4]
f*ck her hair up, b*tch i’m not romancin’ , uh
i’m a flexer, b*tch i feel like samson, uh
boy yo n*gga fake as h*ll, he a mannequin, ooh ayy
skywalk on that b*tch, i feel like anakin, ooh ayy
d*mn, i’m in the club, i got a pole on me, ooh ayy
d*mn look at the cops tryna patrol on me, ooh ayy
d*mn look at the opps they tryna roll on me, ooh ayy
d*mn h*ll nah, they can’t smoke on me
i remember when i ain’t had no lunch money, ooh
now i spend yo rent for some lunch money, ooh
pull up on the scene, got my gun on me, ayy
that’s my lil baby, got my son on me
[chorus]
uh, remember in the bas*m*nt, i was tryin’ to rap sh*t, huh
used to skateboard down into a kickflip, huh
n*ggas talkin’ dumb, i up that tool, rip sh*t, huh
rugrat, mama used to read me lipschitz
it’s funny how my ho’ from china love to french kiss
it’s triple 9, but if you got me flipped, you get the 6*6
i spend a couple thousand dollars on balenciaga shoes
so they not talkin’ ’bout karate when they say i got kicks

[verse 5]
40 on me, outta yo reach
f*ckin that b*tch, uh uh
she do coke every night, it’s makin her bleed, ooh ayy
she don’t pray nah, but she be on her knees, ah ayy
ball 2k, b*tch i’m outta your league, woah
all i know is count the money up and flip it
n*ggas fake as f*ck, you know they love to flip scripts

- juice wrld lyrics

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