Correction Paroles Blind Fold (So Low) [Studio Session] par Juice WRLD

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Ayy, OZ, you a big dog now, you get to bark
Wonder why my eyes so low and why I ride solo

She wonder why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I tell her that I don't know, tell her that I don't know
Always tryna call my phone, you not my girl, hoe
She ask me why I love that b*t*h, 'cause she my world, hoe
She don't get no reply no more, 'cause we don't vibe no more
And we don't have no ties no more, don't have no ties no more
So do I care about her? No, she could go die, hoe
I don't really wanna see these hoes, my girl a blindfold

Usain Bolt, runnin' from that drama like a track meet (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
They think that they can but these hoes can't catch me up (Skrrt-skrrt)
Back in the day, it was heartbreak, barely (Phew)
Then I got cuffed up (What else?)
Used to get sucked up (What else?)
By these hoes, then they friends, then their mothers (Ya dig?)
I was a homewreckin', cold motherf**ker (Dig)
Now I'm a sucker (Uh-huh)
I'll probably take my girl to Europe for the summer
On the other hand, my ex said she can't function
Without me or my pills in her stomach (Uh-huh)
I got advice for you (Uh-huh), if you want (Take it)
You should die, but first you should vomit (Ugh, ugh)
She wonder why my eyes so low and why I ride solo
I tell her that I don't know, tell her that I don't know
Always tryna call my phone, you not my girl, hoe
She ask me why I love that b*t*h, 'cause she my world, hoe
She don't get no reply no more, 'cause we don't vibe no more
And we don't have no ties no more, don't have no ties no more
So do I care about her? No, she could go die, hoe
I don't really wanna see these hoes, my girl a blindfold

I ain't come to talkin' with the arguin'
Smoke that gas, that's that, farted
Ballin' on my ex, I'm a spartan
Army this the gang, that's the squadron
Water molly, molly water
Run up on me, better off it
Told you that I'm not with the talkin'
You gon' turn yourself into a target
Backwood, roll up, I'm a smoker
Roll it up, I smoke her
L-O-L, I'm a joker
Got the stock clip, I guess I'm a broker
Yeah, uh, invest in your b*t*h like stocks
Remember serving wet rocks
Hid it in the tube socks
Probably make you jaw lock
Drag you up like locks
I don't care about locks
We'll pick it like locks
Yeah, I be knockin'
Fall sleep in my car, lean got me nauseous
R.I.P to Speaker Knockerz, Knockerz
All I care about is the money, Speaker Knockerz
Uh, yeah, I got it
Feel like a white kid with money, Andy Milonakis
B*t*h I ball like Michael Jordan
You over there on the sidelines, lay up Craig Hodges
Ain't sh*t to a boss, Gucci when I'm on a loft
Codeine for the cuff
Put the gang on, that's the first agenda
Real a** n***a, but these others pretenders
She wonder why my eyes so low and why I ride solo
I tell her that I don't know, tell her that I don't know
Always tryna call my phone, you not my girl, hoe
She ask me why I love that b*t*h, 'cause she my world, hoe
She don't get no reply no more, 'cause we don't vibe no more
And we don't have no ties no more, don't have no ties no more
So do I care about her? No, she could go die, hoe
I don't really wanna see these hoes, my girl a blindfold

I never get worked up, I just stay perced up
You can't save us, you can't church us
If I die, don't lie my name, you can merge us
I get so high, I'm off of the Earth, b*t*h you can't hurt us
I ain't got time for it, I'm rockin' Tom Ford
Beggin' for money, I guess that I got a new dame for it
Pull up on the scene, you know I be drivin' like fast forward
F**k that, uh, Tesla, I got a new Porsche
F**k that Porsche, I need a four door
Hide that body in the trunk, huh, four more
Pull up with that .44
Jay-Z with that sh*t, 4:44
Flip him
9-9-9, b*t*h I've been through the Hell
I know it too well, I don't kiss and tell
You need them packs, hit my jack, it's through the mail, ya dig?
Real talk, ain't no foolin' around
They saw me back at the crib, like what you doin' around
I heard you play with guns, what you shootin' them now?
What you doin n-now
What you doin'?
Gettin' to the cake, always movin'
.40 make 'em dance, got 'em groovin'
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, money gotta choose it
I sip the booze then peruse on youtube, yeah
I'm in Peru, with a b*t*h, in the stu', yeah
Speakin' of hoes, hit my phone, I gotta few, yeah
Damn, that b*t*h got me blue, yeah
She wonder why my eyes so low and why I ride solo
I tell her that I don't know, tell her that I don't know
Always tryna call my phone, you not my girl, hoe
She ask me why I love that b*t*h, 'cause she my world, hoe
She don't get no reply no more, 'cause we don't vibe no more
And we don't have no ties no more, don't have no ties no more
So do I care about her? No, she could go die, hoe
I don't really wanna see these hoes, my girl a blindfold

Codeine cream, codeine in my cream soda, that's the cream
Favorite color? Let me guess is it green?
Favorite lean when I drink is the pink
I like it darker, I'm in the water
Make her disappear, huh, Harry Potter, huh
I mean, you my son, I'm your father, huh, ayy
Choppa on my hip, don't call no father, yeah
This is murder, never heard of ya
You a threat to who, Me? I ain't scared of ya'
Stephen Curry, yeah, that's a .30, yeah
Drive-thru, my VVS like a McFlurry, yeah
Pull it out, I load it up, leave in a hurry, yeah
Hit the club with a couple dubs
Throw the dubs, strippers gettin' love
I went to LA to make a mill', I made a few of 'em
Momma told me cut out with the pills, then I took a few of 'em
Toaster in my bag, it ain't for thrills
Bake you like a new oven
N***as say they wanna catch the fade
I'ma see you when I see you
They ain't gon' do nothin', they ain't gon' do nothin'
He be toolied up
He ain't gon' shoot nothin'
I be in the cut, listenin' to In The Cut
Smokin' on the indica
Diamonds like a crystal ball
Versace on my, I got crystal draws
Pull up with that, I'm gon' get it off
I'm the man now, ay, let me talk the talk
I could walk the walk
This the talk of a boss
Rock designer on the loft
Like I said, codeine for the coke

She wonder why my eyes so low and why I ride solo
I tell her that I don't know, tell her that I don't know
Always tryna call my phone, you not my girl, hoe
She ask me why I love that b*t*h, 'cause she my world, hoe
She don't get no reply no more, 'cause we don't vibe no more
And we don't have no ties no more, don't have no ties no more
So do I care about her? No, she could go die, hoe
I don't really wanna see these hoes, my girl a blindfold

Weed in my system, percs too
Shots lay a n***a off like, he work too
Pull up on the scene, who are you?
Strip club, throwin' dubs, make the b*t*h twerk too
Hurt me, I'ma make your heart hurt too
You my son like my girlfriend, birthed you
I'ma, hahaha, hurt you
Clip hang out late, call that b*t*h curfew, yeah
We gettin' high in here
I touch the sky in here
She don't like girls, f**k it
She gon' go bi in here
F**k her then bye, get out of here
She wanna ride, I'm on the road, I'm on the pop, yeah
That mean nothin' me
They say that I'm an 8th wonder and I'm somethin' to see
I make money while these others n***as make 'em believe
You know that you always gon' be broke to me
N***as jokes, I know
It's a hoax, get exposed, dumb ho
You get [?] illuminati, with that shotty
I take your soul, feel like a pirate
If I'm bein' honest, I can take you gold
Deebo, take yo' ho, drivin' like I stole
Swerve, hit the curve
But I won't say a word
Police wanna chase, I can run forever
I wish I had an infinity clip, I shoot my gun forever
Hotel room lookin' like your whole house
Snitchin' on yo' man, you a ho, mouse
I'm just tryna see what you ho 'bout
Not really, I just wanna feel the whole mouth
Yeah, tryna take my old clout, yeah
That clout I don't know 'bout
Why you worried about my whereabouts
The safety on this b*t*h, I don't know what the f**k you scared about
I'm gon' binge drink 'cause I don't think
I don't swim at all but I know that I won't sink
This a new coat, this a new mink
I got old money, it's a new me
But I ain't change up, I'm still on the same stuff
I still take the same pills, I still drink the same  mud
I still smoke the same bud
I'm smokin' gas forever, you got still
I'm smokin' gas forever, if you owe me money lil'-
I'm on yo' a** forever, I'm on yo' a** forever, I chase the cash forever
I need a b*t*h, she gotta be bad forever
Sometimes I feel like I'ma be sad forever

I been sippin' 'Hardt again
Balenciaga, I just lost my card again
I'ma crack yo' b*t*h like a cardigan
I ain't with that arguin'
I ain' no dodge, I ain't dodgin', but I'm chargedin'
Kick the door down, trap house, I'm bargin' in
Army with the gang, that's some sergeant sh*t
Gunner librarian, I silence it
I don't need that half piece I told you I need that whole sh*t
Oh sh*t, he ain't comin' straight, leave him in that Frank Ocean
Pull up on scene, pistol totin'
Vibin' on the beat, yeah, I'm floatin'
Hoes really think that they can catch me up
That sh*t crappy, yeah
I'm too busy countin' up my dollars
I don't want no, I don't want no problems, yeah
And they don't want no problems with me like chance
So I don't even know why these hoes tryna take a chance
And dirty dance
The n***a that made all of the bad hoes go dirty dance, just to be Dirty Dan
Early to the money, never late
Gotta get to it, never wait
Workin' out my demons, better shape
Choppa knock 'em out, heavy weight
LA, sunny day, Chi-Town, snow sh*t
N***as on my phone 'bout some money and some old sh*t
Never been a pimp so I don't got the time for the ho sh*t

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