CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Juice WRLD “I Bought Her” Freestyle
Gucci and Louis all over my brand new coats
Burberry, make a bad b*t*h breathe heavy
On a whole, nother leve-y , I'm, high off of this medicine
Meditating on n***as
That choppa on me with a trigger that make a n***a hop with kids with tigger
My n***as get money for real I ain't talkin bout Tommy but I got the figures
That Tommy inside the Hilfiger's I pull it out spit like I'm passin no scrimption
These n***as ain't sh*t but some b*t*hes I'm disappearin on it just like a wizard
b*t*h I'm the flame, n***a
Waka Flaka "O Let's Do it", I'm the flame n***a
Aye, Kool-Aid Jammer
I'm totin that hammer, free all my n***as locked up in thе slammer, Just like a fruit b*t*h I'm goin bananas
Louis Vuitton on the bеlt, Louis Vuitton on the shirt too
Run up on me get murked too, R. Kelly with that b*t*h I might just go flirt ooh
I switch like Nintendo, pull up on him rhymes off of the mental Explode like pop when you drop one mento
Aye, b*t*h I'm dope no antidote
Pull up on a scene with a choppa with a 44, pull up with a four O, Hangin out the 4-door, dragon like komodo, pose like a photo
Aye, you already know tho
Audemar wrist with the AP, this so cold run it back go replay me
Pull up on a scene 444 Jay-Z, hit a n***a with a combo like play me, f**k you
Pull up on a scene like, Ima buck you
Knuck if you buck run up on me I buck too
Choppa on me and it cost like a buck or two
Huh, I'm bussin you
Where I see myself in two years
sh*ttin on all my peers, the ones that wish that they were right here
A lot of sh*t changed since last year
I'm not the same n***a as last year
Last year was a broke year, but the next year will be the most hell
Got options, like what am I coppin
Where do I wanna go shoppin
Like you said, I got options
Got money inside of my pocket
My money yeah that is an option
The streets, that's not an option
I made a whole nother option
Freddy Krueger when I tote the ruler it's a scary sight, run up on me n***a you can die tonight
I ain't never had to have stage fright, hop up on the stage then I take lives
Grab the mic, fresh to death Gucci in the afterlife
I'm in a Ghost like a poltergeist, triple 9 still f**k the pastor's wife
Whoah whoah whoah whoah
Thank God for the blessings
Whoah whoah whoah whoah
In the cut totin on a Smith & Wesson
I heard you're hungry, so my Glock got the munchies it'll give yo ass seconds
Do you wanna get shot or stabbed n***a it's yo choice, it's a preference
Activist I jus been sippin, these n***as got foot out or somethin they trippin
You run up on me then I'm ballin like Scotty, that didn't rhyme so guess I'm ballin like Pippen, aye huh
b*t*h I'm limpin, like I'm pimpin, bathing ape on me I'm chimpin, huh
n***as basic, b*t*hes basic, why you so f**kin simp
Burberry, make a bad b*t*h breathe heavy
On a whole, nother leve-y , I'm, high off of this medicine
Meditating on n***as
That choppa on me with a trigger that make a n***a hop with kids with tigger
My n***as get money for real I ain't talkin bout Tommy but I got the figures
That Tommy inside the Hilfiger's I pull it out spit like I'm passin no scrimption
These n***as ain't sh*t but some b*t*hes I'm disappearin on it just like a wizard
b*t*h I'm the flame, n***a
Waka Flaka "O Let's Do it", I'm the flame n***a
Aye, Kool-Aid Jammer
I'm totin that hammer, free all my n***as locked up in thе slammer, Just like a fruit b*t*h I'm goin bananas
Louis Vuitton on the bеlt, Louis Vuitton on the shirt too
Run up on me get murked too, R. Kelly with that b*t*h I might just go flirt ooh
I switch like Nintendo, pull up on him rhymes off of the mental Explode like pop when you drop one mento
Aye, b*t*h I'm dope no antidote
Pull up on a scene with a choppa with a 44, pull up with a four O, Hangin out the 4-door, dragon like komodo, pose like a photo
Aye, you already know tho
Audemar wrist with the AP, this so cold run it back go replay me
Pull up on a scene 444 Jay-Z, hit a n***a with a combo like play me, f**k you
Pull up on a scene like, Ima buck you
Knuck if you buck run up on me I buck too
Choppa on me and it cost like a buck or two
Huh, I'm bussin you
Where I see myself in two years
sh*ttin on all my peers, the ones that wish that they were right here
A lot of sh*t changed since last year
I'm not the same n***a as last year
Last year was a broke year, but the next year will be the most hell
Got options, like what am I coppin
Where do I wanna go shoppin
Like you said, I got options
Got money inside of my pocket
My money yeah that is an option
The streets, that's not an option
I made a whole nother option
Freddy Krueger when I tote the ruler it's a scary sight, run up on me n***a you can die tonight
I ain't never had to have stage fright, hop up on the stage then I take lives
Grab the mic, fresh to death Gucci in the afterlife
I'm in a Ghost like a poltergeist, triple 9 still f**k the pastor's wife
Whoah whoah whoah whoah
Thank God for the blessings
Whoah whoah whoah whoah
In the cut totin on a Smith & Wesson
I heard you're hungry, so my Glock got the munchies it'll give yo ass seconds
Do you wanna get shot or stabbed n***a it's yo choice, it's a preference
Activist I jus been sippin, these n***as got foot out or somethin they trippin
You run up on me then I'm ballin like Scotty, that didn't rhyme so guess I'm ballin like Pippen, aye huh
b*t*h I'm limpin, like I'm pimpin, bathing ape on me I'm chimpin, huh
n***as basic, b*t*hes basic, why you so f**kin simp
