Girl With The Blonde Hair
Juice WRLD
Girl With The Blonde Hair lyrics
Intro
808 Mafia
Haha Max Lord preach it haha
Gezin
I fuck the blunt up haha
Yeah Im on marijuana Marijuana
My lean plug say he’ll be here in a second Pull up
Im getting high Im feelin’ restless Im sad
Feel like Im finna die RIP
Chorus
Fuck the blunt up then fuck your momma Uhhuh
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
That 40 on me woah you dont want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good give me Becky like yeah
She ride it like yeah in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill no hibachi yeah
Verse 1
Im high as hell mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter elevate like a ladder
30 and that 40 make you percolate like a dancer
Im colder than the North Pole Blitzen and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole she a dirty dancer
Her exnigga too low she dont got no standards
He aint right me I live a better life
Ran it up like Jerry Rice I don’t gotta say it twice
This is real life your nigga is FisherPrice
I can read minds you was thinkin’ bout how I’m that nigga right
Chorus
Fuck the blunt up then fuck your momma Uhhuh
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
That 40 on me woah you dont want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good give me Becky like yeah
She ride it like yeah in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill no hibachi yeah
Verse 2
Time time will tell Im sad as hell
Being broke make me sadder
Ran all them bands up uh still frownin
With my world upside down I’m smilin
Turn my frown upside down I doubt it
Like yeah these are my tears sing away my fears
Buzz Lightyears away from here ayy
Catch me somewhere fuckin a blunt up and fuckin on your momma
Chorus
I fuck the blunt up then fuck your momma Uhhuh
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
That 40 on me woah you dont want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good give me Becky like yeah
She ride it like yeah in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill no hibachi yeah