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juice wrld – jeffery (studio session) كلمات اغاني

[intro]
money on me, hunnid on me (hunnid)
money on me, (hunnid, hunnid)
money on me, (ayy)
hunnid on me (hunnid, hunnid)
(woah, ayy, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)

[verse 1]
no dahmer, i’m a problem
you a goon cool, i got goblins
f_ck with me, make you lеak like a faucet
mix the liquor up, skrt, now i’m nausеous
i don’t sip the lean, used to love codeine cause i love to dream
now mix henny with the rémy, cause i love to drink
and i don’t love to think
feel like i’m finna puke
can’t do it on the mink, me
money on the way, what is the, hold up, hold up
i can’t drive, still hit a donut
nineteen, multi_millionaire (hahaha)
ain’t no lookin’ back, all that broke sh_t dead
[chorus]
money on me, hunnid on me
bro gon’ catch a body, then he flee the scene
i still put the g_star on my jeans
she ask me if i love her, only in her dreams
keep my stick on me, make you bleed
would have never shot you if you let me be
young rich n_gga, that’s a guarantee
i be with them k!llers like jeffrey

[verse 2]
i get drunk and act a fool
if you want a altercation, put you on the news
with the channel crew
they know i be makin’ moves
w gang, i can’t ever lose, like your boyfriend
i can never be a fool, like your boyfriend
he a b_tch, n_gga i went to school with your boyfriend
real as h_ll, i came from my move like your boyfriend
next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend
that’s how that sh_t go, she do coke, i gotta make it snow
pull up with the pole, like who want smoke
l_o_l to the bank, richer than a joke

[chorus]
money on me, hunnid on me
bro gon’ catch a body, then he flee the scene
i still put the g_star on my jeans
she ask me if i love her, only in her dreams
keep my stick on me, make you bleed
would have never shot you if you let me be
young rich n_gga, that’s a guarantee
i be with them k!llers like jeffrey
[verse 3]
i see faces when i’m tweakin’ off the shrooms
real n_gga, i just walked in the room
freestyling, i ain’t got to write for you
she gon’ do the coke, she gon’ snort the white for you
run up, you gon’ die, yes, i got my nine on me
don’t f_ck with no haters, don’t f_ck with fake homies
do this by my lonely, run up then its over
we march on yo’ body, i feel like a soldier
i just popped the molly, now i’m as high as i [?]
i feel like drake or something, it ain’t over till its over
i don’t need a driver, b_tch, i need a chauffeur
i’m a survivor, can’t [?]

[verse 4]
they don’t want smoke
that’s your girl, was she just the average hoe?
yeah, i f_cked her, but she kept it on the low
n0body gonna know
if i catch ’em, i’ma catch ’em, i’ma blow
.40 give ’em a kiss, mistletoe
n_ggas they be acting like some hoes
i be balling now just like a pro, pro
i’ma f_ck that b_tch on the low
pull up on the scene, .40 make ’em bleed
feel like freddy krueger, how i’m up in your dreams
yeah, i keep a ruger, you ain’t f_ckin’ with me
shorty want to kick it, this is not a soccer team
got away with worse, i feel like i’m (?)_tes
she gon’ do it all, she gon’ hold the glock for me
if i’m in the way then she gon’ get shot for me
ay ay, but i still got the glock on me
really? you don’t f_ck with me
run up on me, we gon’ make you bleed
tell ’em “rest in peace”
uh ay, i ain’t worried ’bout my enemies
they know i got the inner_peace
n_ggas really trying trouble me
yeah yeah, ay ay
balling like a triple double till i’m out of trouble
n_ggas thinking that they balling till i catch ’em double
n_ggas want the trouble, sh_t, we singing it on the double
my shroom bombs, i ain’t talking truffles
make ’em dance, .40 make him cupid shuffle, bombing on my pants
boy these b_tches costs a duffle, run up, you get trapped
[chorus]
money on me, hunnid on me
bro gon’ catch a body, then he flee the scene
i still put the g_star on my jeans
she ask me if i love her, only in her dreams
keep my stick on me, make you bleed
would have never shot you if you let me be
young rich n_gga, that’s a guarantee
i be with them k!llers like jeffrey

[verse 5]
i’m f_cked up, so i talk with a slur
think about money, i don’t think ’bout her
beat the p_ssy up, ooh, you can hear it purr
i’ma shoot him up, ooh, feel like larry bird

- juice wrld

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