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Percocet Dreams (Remix)
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Juice WRLD
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Domi let’s go! Blood money, n***a, my shooters on payroll Feel like his life ain't got no purpose, he just take souls Ain't tryna feel a breeze when he hang out that Durango R.I.P. the members, got my demons rockin' halos Know his mama broken-hearted, it's another case closed Turn up at my funeral and kick out all the fake hoes Runnin' from the spotlight, I been tryna lay low Just wanted peace of mind, that's the only thing I pray for Ain't got no opps in Cali', still clutchin' as I cruise the streets My nina'll f**k you, but this new Glock .22 a freak And no, I'm not a killer, but just don't reach for these Cuban links Gotta get back home, I can't think twice if it's you or me B*t*h, I had to boss up just to sh*t on who I used to be Stressed 'cause my plate full, but hated when there wasn't no food to eat Hope my n***as real, sometimes I don't know if they usin' me Thought I was abusin' drugs but really they abusin' me Percocet dreams got me hummin' in my sleep Your sex is so addictive, got you runnin' when I'm deep Grab that mask and it's a drill, choppa drummin' out that Jeep Glizzy beat box in your air, I name my .40 Biz Markie Blood money, n***a, my shooters on payroll Feel like his life ain't got no purpose, he just take souls Ain't tryna feel a breeze when he hang out that Durango R.I.P. the members, got my demons rockin' halos Know his mama broken-hearted, it's another case closed Turn up at my funeral and kick out all the fake hoes Runnin' from the spotlight, I been tryna lay low Just wanted peace of mind, that's the only thing I pray for I get ghost up in that ghost (Huh) Yeah I do the most, brag up on them then I boast Pop a bottle, pop a model Same thing in my eyes Run up on me, .40 on me Leave you traumatized (yeah, yeah) I fell in love with the paper then the guap came F**k the bank till' the guap came I fell in love with that b*t*h she love cocaine Too bad, we don't love the same things I fell in love with the money then the guap came Yeah, f**k the blunt till the guap came I fell in love with the pu**y yeah she love cocaine Too bad, we don't like the same things Yeah yeah Blood money, n***a, my shooters on payroll Feel like his life ain't got no purpose, he just take souls Ain't tryna feel a breeze when he hang out that Durango R.I.P. the members, got my demons rockin' halos Know his mama broken-hearted, it's another case closed Turn up at my funeral and kick out all the fake hoes Runnin' from the spotlight, I been tryna lay low Just wanted peace of mind, that's the only thing I pray for My home was toxic from my thoughts, my family livin' foul Nerves on the edge, I hope my daddy put that liquor down Forgot about me, I start shinin', they remember now She tried to play me, guess it's safe to say that b*t*h a clown If I put my lil' brothers on a hit, then they gon' clear a crowd Don't do no talkin', just gon' blick 'em down You would think that Glizzy battle rap the way it spittin' rounds Crayon's, kick out that choppa, make 'em spin around Knock all the breath out his body 'fore he hit the ground They got my dawgs locked away like they in the pound Screamin', "Free Lil' Wooski out that Otty," that lil' n***a wild Too many charges at once, that's an expensive trial (yeah, yeah) Blood money, n***a, my shooters on payroll Feel like his life ain't got no purpose, he just take souls Ain't tryna feel a breeze when he hang out that Durango R.I.P. the members, got my demons rockin' halos Know his mama broken-hearted, it's another case closed Turn up at my funeral and kick out all the fake hoes Runnin' from the spotlight, I been tryna lay low Just wanted peace of mind, that's the only thing I pray for
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