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Different Story [Studio Session]
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Juice WRLD
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Talkin' it and doin' it a different story Just to ATL Jacob Ahh-aha ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n***a in the buildin' New car got stars in the ceilin' AMIRI my jeans, R.I.P in the denim New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em F**k her, then leave, I'm not sentimental Pu**y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it Told me she would give it all for a n***a Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n***a And take my body case if I get it Wockhardt with the Actavis, I'm sippin' I still got Molly in my system I still got Xannys on my mental It's been a couple years since I quit 'em I don't wanna relapse but I may relapse, that feelin' I miss it I mean, Percs are cool, but I think I'm gettin' sick of 'em When I pop that Perc, I can f**k that b*t*h, make her go (Ahh) Yeah, yeah, in the sheets Uh, call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets (Uh) Knock that pu**y out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace", (Uh) And if it smell like water, f**k it, I'll kiss it to sleep, (Mwah) Mwah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Kiss it si sleep) Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Let's go Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n***a in the buildin' New car got stars in the ceilin' AMIRI my jeans, rip in the denim New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em F**k her, then leave, I'm not sentimental Pu**y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it Told me she would give it all for a n***a Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n***a And take my body case if I get it I go hard now, eat yo' heart out Say you hatin' me, eat yo' heart out Ain't believe in me, eat yo' heart out Eat yo' heart out, eat yo' heart out You a target, uh, I've acknowledge that, uh Send my n***as on you, uh, they gon' acknowledge that, uh Told 'em to kill yo' a**, uh, they gon' honor that, uh They won't dishonor to that, uh, we don't dishonor that, uh I'm with real n***as, uh ain't no fakes allowed, uh I'm with real killers, uh, they'll blow you down, uh I don't gotta say it, uh, they gon' do it on command I don't gotta say it, cannon on me like I'm Mega Man But I don't gotta spray it I’m in the A, yeah, woah, ATL, my n***as skate, uh, yeah, ATL Fry you like a plate, uh, yeah, ATL, i’m on wraith, ah, yeah, ha Took her on a date, that b*t*h on her sh*t, her pu**y, uh, stank And her a** fake, uh uh uh, she can’t even make that sh*t shake, hmm uh uh High as a b*t*h yeah i'm baked, pour a four in that sh*t put me in a dream I get so damn high that I can’t think, VVS on my Rollie, it skate like a ice ring, uh Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n***a in the buildin' New car got stars in the ceilin' AMIRI my jeans, rip in the denim New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em F**k her, then leave, I'm not sentimental Pu**y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it Told me she would give it all for a n***a Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n***a And take my body case if I get it
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