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smoke (studio session) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro: juice wrld]
d*mn
backwood smoke got a n*gga float, huh
ayy, thanks, foe
you know what i’m sayin’, foe, i say

[chorus: juice wrld]
backwood smoke make a n*gga float (woo)
good trash talk get a n*gga smoked (woo)
i bought my first gun with an extendo (woo, yeah)
you’ll be f*cked up if i let it go (woo)
yeah, i keep it tucked like a cell phone (woo), like a cell phone (woo)
heard you need them bales, ho (woo), hit my cell phone (woo)
i’m too high to facetime (woo), f*ck my cell phone (woo)
all i do is waste time (woo), on my cell phone (woo)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
your b*tch all on my line (woo), yeah, my cell phone (woo)
i travel through her mind (woo), via cell phone (woo)
n*ggas threatenin’ my life (woo), via cell phone (woo)
that ain’t beef, ho (woo), you look like a vegan, ho (woo)
f*ck her, we don’t speak no more
don’t go to church, can’t preach no more
i put a ring around her throat
so that lil’ sl*t don’t leave no more
i can’t sip no lean no more
still gon’ sip some lean some more
mix it with that perky and that henny
i’m unconscious
[chorus: juice wrld]
backwood smoke make a n*gga float (woo)
good trash talk get a n*gga smoked (woo)
i bought my first gun with an extendo (woo, yeah)
you’ll be f*cked up if i let it go (woo)
yeah, i keep it tucked like a cell phone (woo), like a cell phone (woo)
heard you need them bales, ho (woo), hit my cell phone (woo)
i’m too high to facetime (woo), f*ck my cell phone (woo)
all i do is waste time (woo), on my cell phone (woo)

[verse 2: juice wrld]
i still tote that choppa in my sleep
evil women f*ck away from me
i’m the type to spray then leave the scene
cut that, razor blade, the knife on me
run up that’s okay, got nine on me
‘chiropractor, crack yo spine’ on me
run and hide i don’t f*ck with police
never catch me f*ckin’ with police
n*ggas snitchin’, you can check the papers
i got richer, you can check the paper
not no mafia boss, do no favors
run up on a n*gga get tossed, .40 with a laser
try me if you want, it won’t work
i’m r. kelly with these hoes, i’m gon’ flirt
bad relationships i tried to make it work
prolly shoulda f*cked em’ dropped em’ off at church
molly in the punch got me, finna punch out
pull up on the scene, ain’t no fighting guns out
heat up on my hip, just like the f*ckin’ sun out
morey[?] where you at, i think i got a son now
look at him, look at him, look at him, yeah
look once, pause, look again, yeah
look at him, look at him, look at him, yeah
look once, stop, look again, yeah
brand new money, get it in, yeah
shady money, eminem, yeah
look at him, look at him, look at him, look at him
look at him, look at him, look at him, look at him
[verse 3: juice wrld]
boy in a benz
yo girl a fan
so high you may catch a tan
if you stand, around, around, around
.40 put a n*gga in the ground
library in my glock don’t make a sound
roof roof, i’m a dog f*ck the hound
sell it all, d*mn, only by the pound
i get the p’s off, look at the re*up
i play piano, i got my keys up
i got my stripes up, n*gga adidas
raf simon only, no adidas
i swear to god, swear to god, swear to god
i’ll find you if i need a halo
lowkey i just wanna lay*low
my gun gon’ sing likes it’s jlo
she make it shake just like jello
i play the blunt like a cello
i play yo b*tch like a solo
we make a movie on gopro
i get high, but i’m low*low
perky pop, that’s fasho bro, yeah, that’s fasho tho
yeah, radio my sh*t like my name joe soto

- juice wrld lyrics

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