Correction Paroles Erase Your Social [Remix] par Juice WRLD

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Know I walk with the racks on me
Bad b*t*h want back back and you know she throw that a** on me
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me 'cause the cash on me
Yeah, you know she cappin', homie
Dreadlock, that cap on me

Back then, they napped on me
Now they all just act homie
Now I'm hot, they all on me
Pull out the Snapchats on me
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie
I think it's too personal
That's what I got Twitter for
Instagram, I'll bag your ho
Back then, they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
Back then, they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)

Guess I'll be hurting forever, haven't took Percs in forever
Say that you love me, whatever
I just don't know any better, in the studio writing you letters
I'ma be worried forever
Maybe it's all for the better, or maybe it's all for nothin'
But I won't call for nothin'
Ain't waitin' on you girl, I won't stall for nothin'
I know you think about me, but b*t*h I'm out of your reach
You liked one of my tweets, I made that sh*t last week
You lurkin' all on me
I really lucid dream, uh, know how to lose a dream, uh
I met you in my dreams, know how to lose a dream, uh
In Hollywood looking for freaks, uh, I peruse the scene, uh
I spend a million in peace, anti-social me
I'm on the Perkys, uh, so I'm not hurting
B*t*hes run through my heart and my head
Gucci cost me an arm and a leg
Another heartbreak, blood all on my clothing
My fans nosy, they wanna know what's wrong with me, uh
Do they really or do they wanna make a song with me? Uh
I bought new Diors, one week later that dirty
Dirty like these hoes, sicker than some herpes
I already know that these b*t*hes lurking
Pull up to my show
Bad hoes in the front row
May just throw a rose
Keep them on they toes
Back then, they napped on me
Now they all just act homie
Now I'm hot, they all on me
Pull out the Snapchats on me
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie
I think it's too personal
That's what I got Twitter for
Instagram, I'll bag your ho

Like, flex on you haters (Huh?), hi haters (Yeah)
This is my world so it's all in my favor (Yeah)
I like all girls, yeah, all type of flavors
But that don't matter 'cause I just got my baby, sike
Pull up right there in Mercedes (Skrrt)
Water, water like the Navy (Uh)
F**k that girl 'til the sun down
Number one like I'm McGrady (That way)
Boy, you said that you made me (Yeah)
Go ahead, make another one
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none (Huh)
I'ma love her 'til the love is done
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back so her legs get numb (Yeah)
Hit from the back so long (Yeah) that my own legs startin' to get numb
Suckin' me up, give me brain, now she dumb
Tell her it's repercussions (What?)
Play her just like a drum
Make in a night what you make in a month
Back then, they napped on me (Huh? What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)
Back then, they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)

Boy, you said that you made me (Huh?)
Go ahead, make another one (Yeah)
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none
I'ma love her 'til the love is done (Yeah)
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back so her legs get numb
Hit from the back so long that my own legs startin' to get numb (Skrrt)

Know I walk with the racks on me (Yeah)
Bad b*t*h want back back and you know she throw that a** on me (Yeah, yeah)
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me 'cause the cash on me (Huh?)
Yeah, you know she cappin' homie (What?)
Dreadlock, that cap on me (Yeah)

Back then they napped on me (What?)
Now they all just act homie (Chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (What?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (Ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (No)
I think it's too personal (What?)
That's what I got Twitter for (Yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (Yeah)

I ain't gon' lie
The baddest girls do be on Snapchat
Finna make one

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