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trip to rome (ft. juice wrld) - px0 lyrics

[intro] * juice wrld
uh, drivin’ too fast (oh)
looking at him like why the f*ck you do that? (oh)
uzi, what you on, n*gga? (oh, let’s go)

[chorus] * juice wrld
brand new maybach, i can’t wait to ride in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, i feel like i’ll die in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, i feel like i’ll fly in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, still getting head from your b*tch (oh, oh, oh)
brand new maybach, i can’t wait to ride in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, it feel like i’ll die in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, it feel like i’ll fly in sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, still getting head from your b*tch, oh, yeah (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
[verse] * juice wrld
huh, i’m in danger
cowboy guns, i’m a texas ranger (grrah, grrah, grrah)
chopper from the future like a power ranger
codeine sippin’, ain’t no liquor, i be mixin’ flavors
b*tch, i’m a rockstar and a k!ller
the demon is in him but i’m praying god to gеt rid of it
uzi told me that the demon is rеally my friend
make me different, i shouldn’t get rid of it
but i don’t know what i should do about the demon
i’m tryna figure out the f*ck is the meaning
louis v on me, i sh*t on the media
lean and drive, disobedient
evil eyes, i feel villainous
n*ggas lie, wikipedia
your b*tch in bed, sing her lullabies
she think that i’m keeping her
nah, she shouldn’t think that sh*t at all
she think i love her, they told her, “wrong”
it ain’t my fault, leave her heart on the sidewalk

[chorus] * juice wrld
brand new maybach, i can’t wait to ride in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, i feel like i’ll die in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, i feel like i’ll fly in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, still getting head from your b*tch (oh, oh, oh)
brand new maybach, i can’t wait to ride in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, it feel like i’ll die in this sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, it feel like i’ll fly in sh*t (oh, oh, oh)
drivin’ so fast, still getting head from your b*tch, oh, yeah
[verse] * pxo
i might give that girl that doa, i hit it on the floor (floor)
take that girl to mia, she never comin’ home (home)
her boyfriend keep actin’ tough, that boy be bluffin’ on the phone (phone)
why you worried ’bout us? i took her on a trip to rome (rome)
woo, better be lucky, you take a lil’ blow
and ain’t take no four*four (bah)
and i have me about, um, four hoes
load ’em the coupe like a four*door, (yeah)
tellin’ me somethin’ (somethin’)
tellin’ me somethin’ that i wanna hear
no one will know, baby, i am right here
who put that in your head? that i don’t care
who put that in your head? god, i swear
who put that in your head? that’s a fake dress
she give me head, she can’t feel her head (what?)
she on her knees, she can’t feel her legs, (uh)
i’m off the perky, can’t feel my back
poppin’ them pills like them sh*t packs
i’m rockin'(ooh) that gucci,(ooh) i’m rockin'(ooh) that louis
i’m rockin'(ooh) that prada,(ooh) like they broke, (yeah)

- px0 lyrics

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