Juice WRLD – 67 Lyrics

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[Intro]
Bitch it’s on
Hit-Boy 
I  make it look easy in these on
I make it look easy in [?]
[?]
I got all this green like I was farming
She  call me the army leader, Sargent
[?]
I  got all this green like I was what

[Verse]
I got all this green like I was farming
I’m  the army leader I’m the Sargent
I need yellow bones on that Mars shit
I’m not from this planet I’m a martian
I ain’t getting drunk but I got bars, yeah
Servin’  rounds like you at a bar, yeah
My gun sing I feel like Barbra Streisand
Cowboy this revolver in my left hand
Married to this money
Holy matrimony
He think that he real
Your boyfriend a phony
Turn his face to pieces choppa make him pepperoni
I’m the type to pull up then I flex my fucking Rollie
AP on my wrist but it get deeper
I go back to school just to shit and then fuck on the bad teachers
Give a fuck about you prolly getting head behind the god damn bleachers
You don’t fuck with me that’s cool ’cause I don’t fuck with me either
I’m hot just caught a fever she scream “Oh baby” just like Justin Bieber
I pull up on the scene bring the house down like I’m Queen Latifah
You could try me if you want you can get smoke like Wiz no Khalifa
And I don’t even smoke reefer, nigga I don’t even smoke reefer
Yeah, but keep them Percs coming
If I go broke back to the trap just keep that work coming
I’m praying every day but I don’t go to church for nothing
You know that the pastor be fronting, he think he be talkin’ ’bout some-
That nigga probably fucking your mommy
If I’m being honest, shit I ain’t just talking
Nigga I don’t talk it I walk it
And I don’t do shit without office
I told you my nigga I’m awfully awesome
I probably got Powers like Austin
Pull up to your park man I leave a bomb like the marathon running in Boston
Look what I did, baby, see it
She hold up my kid, Home Alone
I’m in your crib, but this ain’t two people chasing a white kid
Glizzy on me
I get busy I get jiggy I get jiggy on it
I can’t hear, what you saying, why you go Iggy on me
I can’t hear, what you saying, why you go Iggy on me
Pockets, bands, choppa from Afghanistan
50 Cent said it best
Many men wishing death
And I don’t got time for it, I just got Tom Ford
I don’t even got change for these hoes you can have a dime boy
I feel like Kobe in the fourth I ain’t passing no dimes boy
I’m ’bout mine with the gun it sing like it’s Cece Winans boy
Listen to how I spaz on they ass, leave a nigga like maxi pad
Its me and Max Lord in the studio counting up all these racks
I used to fuck with the Xans, now it’s Percs in my hand
I used to fuck with the work now I got no work in my hand
Nigga you know where we stand
Boy your bitch is a stan
If I fall in love then I’m gon’ turn into Stan
If she leave me I’m driving off of that bridge
Keep that I’ma do one more take

[Instrumental Break]

GORILLAZ – Ascension lyrics

You are now tuned into the tomb of Jehova
Play my tunes loud enough to shake the room, what’s the hold up?
Heard the world is ending soon I assumed that they told ya
They tryna dinosaur us
So now it’s time to go up

The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)

The roof is on fire
She wet like Barbra Streisand
Police everywhere
It’s like a nigga killed a white man
I just wanna find a baby mama ‘fore the night end
So don’t be coming ’round Vince
On that batter ram shit
On that 911 shit
Need a misses brown as Missy
I can have some fun with
Them slave bones make Grace Jones’
Don’t stop, bitch, stay focused
They hated on us since days of Moses
Let my people go crazy
Them stars falling, don’t chase ’em

The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)

Attack on Iraq
It’s on a line
Typing it fast
Then it’s slipping my mind
Oh when I’m drunk
I’m spirited back
I fall in a fire then I save myself
Then I get advantage
‘Cause the feeling’s so raw
In these times of sedition
Well, nothing is dull
And I’m moving into stillness
I’m recalling it all
And I’m a lover just a lover just a lover just a lover just a-

The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)

All these liberated women sitting in my lap
I’m finna catch a body like I got a gun and badge
I’m finna turn Obama to my patna ‘fore he dash
Pull up to his pad, wipe my ass with the flag
I’m just playing, baby, this the land of the free
Where you can get a Glock and a gram for the cheap
Where you can live your dreams long as you don’t look like me
Be a puppet on a string, hanging from a fucking tree
(AGHH)

The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby
Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher)
The sky’s falling, baby

Drop that ass ‘fore it crash (higher…)