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juice wrld - plight (late nights) (studio session) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi_automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi_town

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi_automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi_town
that girl f_cked my bro_bro
that b_tch is a ho_ho
shorty came from soho
sayin’ she on go_go
that b_tch f_cked my bro_bro
that girl is a ho_ho
shorty came from soho
that lil’ b_tch a ho_oh
[verse 1]
n_ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b_tch concealed
hatin’ on the real
keep that b_tch concealed
b_tch i keep it real
n_ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b_tch concealed
told you “i ain’t never gave a f_ck how you feel”
late nights off the pills
my bro doin’ drills, this night wasn’t fake sh_t
this that sh_t for real
late nights off the pills
brother doin’ drills
mama mad as f_ck she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed
try me if you want, n_gga you get k!lled, huh
you get stunt, smoke on some dope
on my d_ck, she gon choke
she a ho’ on the low

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi_automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi_town
that girl f_cked my bro_bro
that b_tch is a ho_ho
shorty came from soho
sayin’ she on go_go
that b_tch f_cked my bro_bro
that girl is a ho_ho
shorty came from soho
that lil’ b_tch a ho_oh
[verse 2]
she finna f_ck on my bros, ayy
magnum on me, that’s a rubber, ayy
that ‘lil b_tch, she undercover, ayy
i could never ever love her, ayy
i kicked that b_tch out my crib, yeah
i kicked that b_tch out my brib, yeah
i do not care how you live, yeah
i’m on the percocet 10, yeah
i f_cked that b_tch then her friend, yeah
i take a trip up to france, yeah
up in dior, i’ma dance, yeah
i feel like i am the man, yeah
raf simons, rick owens, all that
tell your man to fall back
f_ck n_gga, i don’t like that
freestyle sh_t, don’t write that
go ahead, snort that white up
i was in the cut with a new gun
haven’t seen a real n_gga since i been in here, looked in the mirror, i seen one
smoke so much, got three lungs, an extra one
weight on my shoulder like three tongues, plus an extra one

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi_automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi_town
that girl f_cked my bro_bro
that b_tch is a ho_ho
shorty came from soho
sayin’ she on go_go
that b_tch f_cked my bro_bro
that girl is a ho_ho
shorty came from soho
that lil’ b_tch a ho_oh
[verse 3]
had to f_ck his b_tch in the studio, yeah, ayy
dye my hair and dread, feel like coolio, yeah, ayy
this some gucci on me, this ain’t coogi, ho, yeah, ayy
i got a gucci b_tch you got a coochie, ho, yeah, ayy
i been sippin’ water, only fiji though, yeah, ayy
chopper wet ’em up, that’s a squeegee, ho, yeah, ayy
i be with my brothers like luigi, ho, yeah, ayy
hit my trap phone if you need me, ho, yeah, ayy
i treat the change, you can keep it, you can keep it, ho, oh
i take a flat, get to tweakin’, get to geekin’, ho, uh
b_tches be sneakin’ and geekin’, uh, i gave her d with no offense
ball on that b_tch like i’m rodman, uh
told you i’m not with the talkin, uh
then you get hit like i’m awesome, uh

[verse 4]
got my pants saggin’, don’t you dare grab ’em
when i’m up in traffic, my lil’ b_tch, she lavish
i hit that b_tch from the back
that b_tch don’t know how to act
draco on me, it’s attached
ain’t come from no boxing match
pull up on him, he get clapped
just like a pimp, he get slapped
it’s a .40 on me, send you back
if a n_gga don’t know how to act
duffle bag, filled with racks, count it up, spend it all, make it back
run it up, in my bag, in my bag, yeah, yeah
in my bag, in my bag, yeah
ain’t lookin at tags, ion’ gotta brag, you want what i have
that lil’ b_tch, you know you can’t smash, hit her from the back

[verse 5]
smokin’ a spliff, high as can be
i’m on my ass, i’m off my ass
got to the bag, got to the bag
unload the mag, i got a .30 in that
i’m on yo’ ass, i’m stephen curryin’ that
i’m terry crews, b_tch i could flex or some
high as f_ck, ion’ even want a couple pills and some marijuana
ima’ goner, ima’ goner, rob him for his ganja, yeah
i got the gun on me, baby i feel like a monster, yeah
all of my n_ggas gettin’ the money, you don’t want no problem, yeah
all i ever do is pop, yeah, i just took yo’ b_tch shoppin’
(i just took yo’ b_tch shoppin’)
(i just took yo’ b_tch shoppin’)
(i just took yo’ b_tch shoppin’)

[verse 6]
smokin’ out the zip, yeah, out the zip, yeah
my heart broke, no fix, yeah, can’t be fixed, yeah
not over a b_tch, yeah, done that, been there
watch yo’ back, babe
these b_tches be nas’, babe
these n_gga’s tryna go different tac, ayy
i got my hand on my mac, ayy
i told that n_gga to back sp_ce
led on my hip, bet i geek race
n_gga’s be lit like they be late
pull up on him like; okay
chopper on me, run relay, aye
that’s what i play
(i landed back in the land, at the beach with my feet in the sand)
(i landed back in the land, at the beach with my feet in the sand)
(b_tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons)
(i like fast women, i like fast women)

[verse 7]
shorty strapped up like a dyk_ doe’
pull up on the scene with my fo, oh
got insurance on my car, no geico
she’ll ride my d_ck, no bike, ho’
pull up on the scene, that’s what i know
watch out for the 5_0
ima’ get gone on 12, yeah, i give ’em h_ll, yeah
brother gon’ bail out, i got a tail out
i got the pounds out, b_tch can you smell?
b_tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons
i like fast women, i like fast women
(b_tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons)
(i like fast women, i like fast women)
(b_tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons)
(i like fast women, i like fast women)

[verse 8]
b_tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons
i like fast women, shake that ass for me
i’m a cash getter’, i’m a money spender
i’m a trap worker, i’m a f_ckin vender
i f_ck yo’ b_tch in my venue
i order p_ssy like menu
pull up on him, it’s just me and you
.40 on me, what it’s gon’ do?
i let it sneeze, ha_choo, i let it sneeze, bless you!
i got the cash, bless you
real n_gga come to the rescue
i f_ck yo’ b_tch in the restroom
she was hatin’ back in highschool
now she thinkin’ i’m the dude, tryna f_ck my friends too
don’t really know what to do, but i know that these b_tches gon’ choose
and i know that my n_ggas gon’ win
my n_ggas can’t afford to go lose
i am better than best

[verse 9]
huh, mj with that sh_t, cardiac yo’ arrest
breakin’ bad, this sh_t like crystal meth
she take a sec, i take a perc, then bite the neck
she give me neck, kick her out, onto the next
she in that uber, she in her feelings, she off the xanny’s
i call her over, i get to kissin’, i’m in her panties
i feel like drake, i need a grammy, i need a grammy
n_gga, that’s on my granny, ima’ rule the planet, yeah
catch me if you can, but you can’t, yeah, hoo, ayy
kd what i smoke, that durant, yeah, hoo, yeah
high as a b_tch up in champs, tryna get them 4’s that just dropped

[verse 10]
momma proud that her son makin’ millions
but i won’t change with this sh_t, not a chameleon
i need a bad b_tch, cuban, a brazilian, yeah
maybe i’m gon’ f_ck her for a minute, ayy
i shoot this sh_t like i’m cole bennett
i got the cash with the rolls in it
pull up on him with my pole, n_gga, uh
he get exposed quickly
i’m off the liquor, the cheap sh_t
i’m off the liquor, i’m sea_sick
i say i do it for fun, some people do it for money
baby i do it for fun, some people do it for money
baby i do it for fun
(i’m gon’ ball until i can’t ball no more, lookin’ for your broad, on my phone askin’ for more, i’m praying to god, that’s all i’ve been wishin’ for)

- juice wrld

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