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juice wrld - 5 bitches (500 carats) [studio session] كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
woo, uh, b_tch, huh (oh_oh, oh_oh)
it’s one, two, three, four, five hundred carats on the scene (uh_huh, uh_huh)
(one, two, three, four, i done traveled the world on they ass)
one, two, three, four, five hundred carats (suck my d_ck)
yeah (grrah)

[chorus]
okay, it’s one, two, three, four, five hundred carats on my wrist (uh_huh, uh, uh_huh)
that’s a patek, uh, all baguettes, i manage (uh, uh_huh, uh, uh_huh)
one, two, three, four, five b_tches f_ckin’ on my clique (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and they can’t help it (uh_huh)
no limit gang, you know we savage, uh (geek, geek)
f_ck a bouncer, step up in the club, i got my ratchet, uh (b_tch, uh_huh)
upper echelon, we still acting ratchet, uh (yeah, b_tch)
f_ck a bouncer, i’m up in the club with my ratchet, uh (grrah, b_tch)
upper echelon, but we still acting ratchet (still acting ratchet)
[verse 1]
yeah, gun make him do backflips (grrah)
gymnastics when i’m loading up the ratchet (uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh, b_tch)
rich ass b_st_rd, nah, i don’t got no father (uh_huh, uh_huh, ya’ dig, uh_huh)
okay, you got some talent, but i still go harder (uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh)
yeah, new main thing (yeah), uh, really wanna give her brain (uh_huh, uh_huh)
i need some brain (uh_huh), uh, i cannot maintain (uh_huh, uh, uh_huh)
i’m screaming f_ck the fame (yeah), i do this sh_t for my gang (gang, gang)
plus, i love the music (uh), went platinum on you losers (losers)
uh, i ball out like michael jordan and you, boozer (swish, swish, swish, swish)
i ain’t come to fight, uh, uh, uh, i got a ruger (grrah, uh_huh)
how you talking tough when you on computers? (tough, what?)
you ain’t sh_t but an instagram user (ya’ dig?)
f_ck out my motherf_ckin’ face (f_ck out my motherf_ckin’—), yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
can’t you see i’m getting to the cake? yeah, yeah, yeah (can’t you see i’m getting to the cake?)
run it up like the cops tryna chase, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh, run it up like the cops tryna—)
that’s your b_tch? then why my homie putting his kids on her face? (ya’ b_tch)
gettin’ sick of that fake sh_t, oh yeah
.40 on me, it get your ass a facelift, oh yeah
b_tch i’m neo off the percs in the matrix, oh yeah
[?] fake b_tch, oh yeah
yeah, get the f_ck out my motherf_ckin’ face, yeah, yeah, yeah (f_ck out my motherf_ckin’—, uh)
can’t you see i’m getting to this cake (cash, cash, cash)? yeah, yeah, yeah (uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh)
run it up like cops doing a chase, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh)
that’s your b_tch? why my homie bustin’ on her face? yeah
[chorus]
okay, it’s one, two, three, four, five hundred carats on my wrist (uh_huh, uh_huh, uh_huh)
that’s a patek, uh (uh_huh, oh_oh), all baguettes, i manage (uh_huh, oh_oh)
one, two, three, four, five b_tches f_ckin’ on my clique (yeah, uh_huh, uh_huh, b_tch)
and they can’t help it (uh_huh)
no limit gang, you know we savage, uh (oh_oh)
f_ck a bouncer, step up in the club, i got my ratchet, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh_huh)
upper echelon, we still acting ratchet, uh_huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
f_ck a bouncer, i’m up in the club with my ratchet, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
upper echelon, but we still acting ratchet (still acting ratchet, uh)

[verse 2]
still acting ratchet with the steel, uh (steel)
baddie on my side, she’ll k!ll bill, uh (k!ll bill)
just watched the news, what the f_ck bill? (what the f_ck?)
still on that cosby molly
still gripping steel if you tryna rob me (no limit, grrah)
you can run but you can’t hide (uh)
there ain’t no dodging (dodging)
i won’t let you blow my high (high), i’m sorry (i’m sorry)
i won’t let you k!ll my vibe (uh_huh), i’m sorry (sorry)
uh, super slatt, hit the trap, i’m cooking brack (uh_huh, yeah)
that sh_t harder than crack (b_tch, yeah)
i’m in the 6, no drake, that’s facts (b_tch, yeah)
i run through the 6 with my woes and back (uh_huh)
bullets hit your chest, go through your back (uh_huh, uh_huh)
only got one life, can’t take it back (uh_huh, uh)
i moved on, won’t take you back (uh_huh)
that’s karma for your dumbass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), b_tch
[chorus]
okay, it’s one, two, three, four, five hundred carats on my wrist (uh_huh, uh, uh_huh)
that’s a patek, uh, all baguettes, i manage (uh, uh_huh, uh, uh_huh)
one, two, three, four, five b_tches f_ckin’ on my clique (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and they can’t help it (uh_huh)
no limit gang, you know we savage, uh (geek, geek)
f_ck a bouncer, step up in the club, i got my ratchet, uh (b_tch, uh_huh)
upper echelon, we still acting ratchet, uh (yeah, b_tch)
f_ck a bouncer, i’m up in the club with my ratchet, uh (grrah, b_tch)
upper echelon, but we still acting ratchet (still acting ratchet)

- juice wrld

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