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Juice WRLD – Don’t Got Time Lyrics


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[Intro]
Hit-Boy
Max Lord look like “Oh, it’s one of those”
Look foe, Max look
Huh, uh
I’ma just kick back and sip my tea nigga
Hot tea

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Verse 1]
Shawty got, gimme that
Double up, ayy
Wockhardts, Qualitest
Double my cup, ayy
Pass me the Sprite and you die
I’ve said that multiple times
Double my gun, 007
I’ve shot him multiple times
Don’t love a bitch, fuck her then dip
I made her walk
Told her be like ASAP Rocky with it, bitch, walk please walk
Please don’t talk
Bitch I’m a dog I’ma bite I don’t bark
If yo bitch got water tell your bitch I’m a shark
Got the iron on me I feel like Tony Stark
Fly nigga I feel like Bonaparte
Designer on me but this shit ain’t no panda
I drop a 4 of heaven in the Fanta
Nina on my lap I’m feelin’ like Santa
Shittin’ on my enemies got no manners
I got that Percocet 30 [?]
No misunderstanding if you not understanding
540, no scope, I Black Ops 2 blam him
Shit ain’t a joke, I’ma go shoot a random

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Verse 2]
I should go buy the Bahamas
Give an AK to my mama (Okay)
Go smoke a blunt with Obama (Ayy)
Until I feel dead like Osama (Okay)
I know robbers they leave you forgotten (Uh)
Up in the ocean swimming like you Bin Laden
I’m freestylin’ all them murders you [?]
Shoot the ammo out, pick it up, put it in my pocket, yeah
My choppa shoot so fast
You thought he knew ebonics
Your shorty went so fast
I nicknamed her Sonic
[?] demonic
Sippin’ chronic, smokin’ chronic
Tote chronics, shooting chronic
Come through get some of this chronic (Okay)
I’ve just been livin’ so fast
Pour me a four to slow down in here
Codeine cowboy getting cash
Robbery rodeos everywhere
Live everyday like my last one
Like what day my last one
Everyday I’m on the cash hunt
Buckle up let’s have a blast, hon

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Outro]
Ayy, okay


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]


Juice WRLD – Relapse Lyrics


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[Intro]
This bitch, Tez you hear me folk? I’m finna eat! (808 Mafia)
G-Money you hear me folk? I’m finna eat!
Max Lord you hear me folk? I’m finna eat! Ha!

[Verse 1]
My niggas all in, ballin
Fucking hoes we ain’t calling, or talking
They follow us, they get to stalking
She gonna top me up, right after I park it
She asked to hit my blunt, bitch I just sparked it
This-this that Kimbo og, this that cough shit
I bought a zip of that stank, smell like toxic
Hair trigger on that choppa like a off switch
Red beam on your head, you a target (you a target)
I walk my shit, I don’t talk it
I’m a dog, bite down, I don’t bark it
Omega Sci-Fi if we fighting
Imma get to stomping, imma get to stomping
Pack of slimes on your ass like Bompton
Fuck nigga cross the line, then it’s slaughter
Old niggas hold on to your daughters
Cause if she hear one song that bitch a goner
D-D-D-damn, stutter off the percs like, y-yeah
.40 make ’em jerk like that Cali dance
Versace palm trees I’m rocking these Cali pants
Me and Max Lord taking the Klonopins
That’s a Benzo Xan for the dumb niggas that ain’t never understand
I done took a lot of Xans
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again

[Refrain]
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again

[Verse 2]
Passed out at her house, woke up sleeping on the front lawn again
Foreign bitch, I don’t know where she from I just call her Mulan, yeah
I got green like a lime, yeah
Fendi on the design, yeah
Moncler on me like I crack cars, I used to crack cars, now I just crack broads
Y-R-N right, young rich nigga that’s for life
My dick all in your wife
Fuck her off the Percs, it’s gonna be a long night

[Refrain]
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again
(808 Mafia)
Cut it out for a while, get back on ’em, time to relapse again




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