Juice WRLD – Pause Lyrics | Music Video

Lyrics Pause – Juice WRLD

.40 with a .30, that’s a deeck, no stock, pause
Talkin’ all that s**t’ll get your ass popped off
Got your b**ch doin’ c0caine ’till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don’t know how it feels, you should ask her

Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru

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I got crack, I’ma serve it out the drive-thru
Your b**ch is an Xbox, play her like Game Room, ayy
I was tweakin’ off the Percs, mix it with the shrooms, ayy
Now I’m itchin’ seein’ shadows in my f**kin’ room, ayy
Cute chocolate b**ch, that’s a f**kin’ Reese’s
Heard her n**ga was talkin’ s**t, pull on him and crease him
Snort the Molly off her tits, energy increasin’
Replenish me, prevent from finishing when I beat it, uh
Rollie on my wrist, did it for the season
Then I put a Patek on my wrist for no f**kin’ reason
Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason
If a n**ga try to take my s**t, I’ma leave him bleedin’

.40 with a .30, that’s a deeck, no stock, pause
Talkin’ all that s**t’ll get your ass popped off
Got your b**ch doin’ c0caine ’till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don’t know how it feels, you should ask her

Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru

Ayy, bad lil’ b**ch, you know I seen her
She seen me, sell-out arenas
Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas
Take a n**ga to the cleaners
Even when I’m dressed like a bum I’m cleaner
All white ones with crack rock in the sneakers
I’m ballin’ out while they sittin’ on the bleachers
Get rich just to go back and f**k on my teachers
None of them believed in me either
Now they hit my Twitter congratulatin’ me
N**ga, I don’t f**k with y’all people
Old h*es hit me up, I’m sorry
I wasn’t tryin’ to make love to y’all either
Yeah, I don’t need ’em
Pretty b**ch, good facial features
Three blunts to the face then I eat her
Two Percs to the face, I’m geekin’
Gotta put them down, I’m tweakin’
Sometimes it feels like I need ’em
Sometimes I feel so defeated
My mind be racing like, Damn, what the f**k is Juice WRLD thinking
Momma told me I look happy, I told her clean her glasses

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.40 with a .30, that’s a deeck, no stock, pause
Talkin’ all that s**t’ll get your ass popped off
Got your b**ch doin’ c0caine ’till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don’t know how it feels, you should ask her

Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru…

Juice WRLD | 2021

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