Tag: Red Octobers


Juice WRLD – Blowing Up Lyrics


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[Intro]
Yeah
Got the world blowin’ up (Got the world blowin’ up)
Got the world goin’ up (Got the world goin’ up)
Woah

[Chorus]
Got the world blowing’ up, like it’s Doomsday (Bitch it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)
Got the world blowing’ up, like it’s Doomsday (Bitch it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)
Got the world blowing’ up, like it’s Doomsday (Bitch it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)
Got the world blowing’ up, like it’s Doomsday (Bitch it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)

[Verse 1]
I stay turning up (Boy I stay turning up)
I turn up everyday now (Turn up every fucking day now)
I got them Red Octobers on my feet
I got the new attire, feeling like I’m Ye now (Feeling like I’m Yeezus)
I’m whipping all that ye now (Woah, woah, woah)
I’ve been whipping, whipping, whipping like a slave now (Woah, woah, woah)
My niggas got that cake now
Talking stupid, I’ma put you in a grave now (I’ma put you in a grave now)
You know I’m turning up now
I turn up every damn day
You know you get shot down (Get your ass shot)
If you fucking with my pay (Fucking with my pay)
And all my niggas go dumb (My niggas go dumb)
Every single damn day
If your nigga want some
Tell him I’ll be on my way

[Chorus]
We got the world blowing’ up (We blowing up), like it’s Doomsday (Like it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)
Got the world blowing’ up, like it’s Doomsday (Like it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)
Got the world blowing’ up, like it’s Doomsday (Like it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)
Got the world blowing’ up, like it’s Doomsday (Bitch it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)

[Verse 2]
Still going in
Now I’m getting paid now
I’m tryna fuck the world
Get that money, fuck around and she get raped now
I’m tryna get the money bae
And I’ma get it and if I don’t then I’ma take now
We gotta stay together bae
These niggas talking I ain’t even tryna break down
But I might just have a break down
You know I like to spaz now
I never gave a fuck about anything
Teachers on my nerves up in class now
But I’m on your ass now (Bitch I’m on your ass now)
You know I need this cash now (You know I need this cash now)
You run up that’s okay, I got a ‘K
I’m finna spray, so I’mma make a nigga back down
I’m only 16, feeling like a grown man
No father in my life, it’s okay, it’s alright, nigga I’m my own man

[Chorus]
I got the world blowing up, bitch it’s Doomsday (Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that, boy it’s Juice Day (Juice Day)
The world blowing up, bitch it’s Doomsday (Bitch it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that, boy it’s Juice Day (Juice Day)
The world blowing up, bitch it’s Doomsday (Bitch it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that, boy it’s Juice Day (Bitch it’s Juice Day)
The world blowing up, bitch it’s Doomsday (Bitch it’s Doomsday)
Matter fact, fuck that, boy it’s Juice Day
The world blowing up

[Outro]
I got the world turning up
I got the world blowing up
Juice The Kidd blowing up
Nigga and you know what’s up
I got your girl in the cut and she choosing
I got your girl in the cut and she choosing
Cause the world blowing up like Doomsday
The world blowing up


Logic – Out of Sight Lyrics


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[Intro]
What

[Chorus]
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
‘Cause I (What), uh, I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)
I think I did, God damn, think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What)

[Verse]
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood (What)
Used to wish that I could ball
Yeah, I used to wish I could
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is I should (What)
Scared money don’t make none, yeah, I’m good
Fifty fifty on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth
Like a cleat, like a (What, what), like a cleat
Bobby gon’ body the beat, then you know he gon’ repeat
‘Cause I’m what? Out of sight
‘Cause I’m (What), I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh
I think I did, hold up now, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
Fifty million in the bank, hundred million on my mind
If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
People throwin’ shade ’cause I shine
Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps
Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like

[Chorus]
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
‘Cause I (What), uh, I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)
I think I did, God damn, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What)
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood (What)
People always told me I would never make it out my hood
Yeah, I made it, knock on wood
Now I made it, knock on wood
All the money we makin’ keep circulatin’ like it should

[Outro]
What, what
What, what




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