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Juice WRLD – The Bees Knees Lyrics




[Intro]
Let’s go, let’s go
Chasing the lean
Let’s go (Okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let’s do it

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay

[Verse 1]
It’s my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he’s the shit, words from my peers
Don’t like me, you can suck a dick, that’s how it goes around here
Cowboy, oh yeah, big six shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (Let’s do it)
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (Let’s do it)
These niggas really want me dead
I don’t really think they that lucky (C’mon)
I told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it (Whoa)
I wouldn’t lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
And I ain’t never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
A sexual eruption (Smash)
Open up them legs, I’m hungry

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’ (Yeah)
I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (C’mon)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Let’s go)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (All white)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Verse 2]
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it’s a wave, nigga, I’m a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin’ about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I’m AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein’ afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin’ involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain’t gon’ shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I’ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I’m a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin’ a thot, boy, givin’ ’em top where they brain is
I’m a rockstar lifestyle livin’, dirt bike ridin’, totin’ stainless, I aim big

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’
I need me a safe or something (I do)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (Rape my wrist)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (I know it, yeah)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Beat Switch]

[Interlude]
Let me switch it up on y’all fuck niggas, haha
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Uh (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Double cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
It don’t matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I’m the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees (The bees knees), I am
The bees knees (The bees knees), bitch, I am
The bees knees
It’s hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can’t afford loyalty
‘Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It’s child’s play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am

[Refrain]
OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up the racks, bitch, I’m the bees knees
I’m OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up these racks, I’m the bees knees
(I am the bees knees)

[Outro]
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin’ that talk
‘Cause you talkin’ to a boss
That’s real
My fault, I’m high
A death race for love
I ain’t just racin’ for love though (No I’m not)
My heart racin’
My money racin’ (Facts), my mind racin’ (Facts)
All black diamonds like I’m racist (Huh, you dig?)
“Lucid Dreams” still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin’ like, “How could you say this?”
Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
Smokin’ thrax, countin’ racks (Bees knees)
No fuck racks, need a black card
That’s how I’m gon’ show you I’m hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
(Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin’ with these niggas)
I’m a businessman, so that mean I’m ’bout my business, man
(A businessman, I’m a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
Ayy, RP go that shit, this boy got that shit
(No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y’all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin’ basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees




Migos Feat. Gucci Mane – CC Lyrics




(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh?
Huncho, Gato

(Chorus: Quavo)
Bad b**ch know something (know something)
Give her that money, go blow something (blow it)
She want a rack til’ I pop something (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we having it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket
The pot look greasy
Suck me up, she please me
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a b**ch from bb (bb)
If she money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no ni**a (racks)
She keep up them bands with no ni**a (hey)

(Verse 1: Quavo)
She see blue faces, it’s no explanation (no no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (whoa yeah)
Told her just be patient, I’m gon’ make you famous
If yo’ ni**a want beef, treat it like it’s angus (bow)
Eat it up
Little bit of dick, get nasty
I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty girl, low-key classy
I gotta flip her (flip her)
I ain’t here for no pictures (nah)
Put Huncho in the middle (Huncho!)
Young ni**a popping them bands (woo)
Like Marshawn popping them Skittles (hey)
Young ni**a got a big green truck
Looking like Riddler Riddler
What b**ch name with the mean suck?
Damn, I can’t even remember (damn)
Money fall, yeah, timber (Timber!)
Ice on in the winter (ice)
Put the plug in the blender
Then, he showed up for dinner (that’s cold)

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 2: Gucci Mane)
I suppose, propose, to show off my rollie in rows
This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control
f**k the folks and the border patrol, coast guard, free all of the bros
We the goats, who want some smoke cuz’ we set all of the smokes
We got lows, my 66′ spokes, they look like dinner rolls
I hit my coupe, now it’s a centerfold
Multi-million, but I gigolo
My portfolio say I sold plenty coke
Wop!

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 3: Offset)
(Offset!)
Applying the pressure for mo’ millions
The bricks come from Japan and Korea
I done made 2.5 on my Nokia
He got kidnapped after that sh*t too real
Bad b**ch, she walking with Chanel on her feet
Litty got her titties done, now she on fleek
Plain Jane rolling with the bust AP
I make the thottie meet me at the grand marquee
Playing for keeps, gotta move it lowkey
She trying to f**k, she in heat
Yeah, she gotta f**k by the three (smashed)
Tip toeing back door and creep (back-do)
I don’t know no tricks, but I treat (trick)
I told her to suck with a beat
Put Emerald sets in my links
24 karat my sink

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
175 for the mink
Turn the housewife to a freak
And I got the ice on fleek
Chanel double down, CC
He’ll tell you, it’s a price on me (he’ll tell you)
Ran off, made your life on me
No gun, pull a knife on me
Back back, get your wife off me
On sight with me, my diamonds fight with me
Can’t clone, we on
Fly like drones, they biting me (rrrr)
A sight to see, this gas tank on E
North Pole, wrist on freeze
Wait til’ my dawg get free

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

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