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Semi Addict (Studio Session)
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Juice WRLD
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Cool Wreaking havoc, seven pistols, automatic, it don't matter (8…) Doesn't matter, it don't matter, druggie addict Hmm, I said Wreaking havoc Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh) The way I finger f**k that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic, uh They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful sh*t Put thе codeine on the rocks If you rеach for my chain, you get hit with the Glock Working all day, all night, n***a, nonstop Pull up with the fog lights, can't see none I ain't paying for pu**y, b*t*h, is you dumb? But why you here? You should work for us I promise you that you gon' have that Birkin bag in a month I told you n***as I'll be on top You doubted me and I said, "just watch" Now I got clout, I'm on a cloud, smoking on loud, getting the guap And Perky me down, bad b*t*h wanna twerk on me down Asking me if my girl around, tryna get me ca-a-aught Wreaking havoc Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh) The way I finger f**k that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic, uh They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful sh*t Uh-huh, brodie got it Brodie up it, get to bussin' If it is a problem, uh No discussion, I get money You do not get nothing, uh Run up on me then it's over, .40 on me bustin', ayy I got sick of n***as daily, I need Robitussin, ayy Ain't no fightin' when I'm round here (eeh) Even no Tesla, ayy I be flexin on these n***as I don't even got to move no muscle, ayy I told you that .40 on me so no I ain't come to tussle, ayy I ball out like Lebron James in the fourth quarter I triple double, ayy Talkin' that sh*t you get hit Choppa make you jump like you double, ayy (uh) Double that (uh) Run up on me then I'm killing 'em (uh) .40 on me I be drillin' 'em (uh) B*t*h get the f**k out your feelings You talkin' that sh*t, but I'm winning, I'm winning I told ya'll lil' n***as I get it, I get it I ball out like Kobe I'm swishin' I don't give a f**k about n***as or b*t*hes (uh, uh) I just be in it, off of the percs I just be killin' off of the percs Everyday I ball out like Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah I'ma give em' the work Don't save hoes I ain't goin to church Run up on me, .40 on me get murked I'm finna turn to a whole different person When I take this Xanax, Perc (Uh) I need the medicine, feel like the doctor Run up on me you get hit with a choppa N***as be acting I think they need Oscars, yeah All of my n***as is problems Run up on me then I'm finna get bossin', yeah Wreaking havoc Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh) The way I finger f**k that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic, uh They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful sh*t You don't got these on Choppa on me, you know it will sing a song If you wanna then we gotta come on Uh, boollin' at the top, top, top, top Jumpin' to the top like hopscotch, uh I don't fight it all, I tote Glocks I don't even gotta shoot, my bro pops (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) N***a came up, he done made it and sh*t Remember skippin' school, gettin' faded and sh*t Talkin' 'bout one day I'm finna make it and sh*t Well, I made it, now I'm f**kin' famous and sh*t High as hell walkin' 'round, bangin' and sh*t In the studios life changing and sh*t Everything is changing, rearranging the and, hm Came from nothin', now I'm on top, hm Platinum records already, I just start it Sh*t be hittin' me so fast, I don't know what happened I can't even tell my friends that I made it rappin' I'm too busy, plus my phone with feds (Yeah, uh) I shot out of nowhere, n***as hatin' but that's okay I expected that my mama told me anyway That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throw aways I told that lil' b*t*h to ride it, ride it like a sleigh I told her that lil' b*t*h she stuck with me like a slave I went to go see my brothers grave I remember when we were misbehave, damn Wreaking havoc Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh) The way I finger f**k that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic, uh They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful sh*t
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