Intro Juice WRLD Gunna Boy Juice WRLD we gone I just told Richie we rich Chorus Bitch Im on tour On my way to Paris hit em with a Bonjour If he want the smoke we pull up to his front door 40 flip him parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me hardcore I go bray bitch Im gettin paid fuck that shit you say You in my way chopper hit your face take your soul away Like aokay aoh aokay aoh aokay ayy Ayy aoh aokay aoh aokay Verse 1 Married to this money matrimony holy Got the Gucci glasses for a reason help me see the phony Perkies numb the pain sometimes only sometimes My baby numb the pain long nights wasnt alright Day after day no peace Im drug pursuing Mom and dad look at all the fucking drugs Im doing Im taking handout like you dad you dad But aint gon end up like you dad no bad dad Ma I know I made you too mad I aint bring home As from my math class Every other day of school I would skip that Makes me wonder how I was even a high school grad grad Chorus Bitch Im on tour On my way to Paris hit em with a Bonjour If he want the smoke we pull up to his front door 40 flip him parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me hardcore I go bray bitch Im gettin paid fuck that shit you say You in my way chopper hit your face take your soul away Like aokay aoh aokay aoh aokay ayy Ayy aoh aokay aoh aokay Verse 2 Im on the road a hundred and thirty a show boy Lookin at that new Range Rove I could really pay for it And I dont gotta slave for it Still a hard workin nigga like a slave boy Got a twoliter tune you up pep boy Im a sick dog when I flex on them steroids them boys Who the fuck is them boys Oh you fuck with them boys Killed a few of them boys and we down to kill they friends boy Percocets my friend boy popped a few of them overdoin them I called his bitch a loser asked her why she even bool with him See I would ruin him 40 get to fuckin and screwing him Start doing him make shark bait food of him Chorus Bitch Im on tour On my way to Paris hit em with a Bonjour If he want the smoke we pull up to his front door 40 flip him parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me hardcore I go bray bitch Im gettin paid fuck that shit you say You in my way chopper hit your face take your soul away Like aokay aoh aokay aoh aokay ayy Ayy aoh aokay aoh aokay

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