Unreleased archive entry

Won’t Die (Conjuring)

Juice WRLD

Won’t Die (Conjuring) lyrics

Intro Eating confident Bitch you aint hotter than me You a condiment   Verse Sprinkle the money on that bitch ass like a condiment I done got to the bag and still tryna figure out who your father is I aint need my dad I still got cash yeah for me thats common sense Pulling up in that Ghost skrrt just like The Conjuring Nowadays I get too high it feels like that I wont die Spread my wings and Im gon fly fuck nigga its go time Raw when I hit it I like my beats raw when I hit it Uh uh I hit that bitch raw when I hit it Uh Ima put in her jaw for a minute Uh She got good head told her come Harvard a nigga Uh Good top come barber a nigga Uh Bomb pussy Pearl Harbor a nigga Uh But there aint no charging a nigga Uh I dont pay for the pussy I get it Uh Like my dick on ice she slipping Uh Ike Turner I beat up the kitten Uh Kicked her out and told her Good riddance Uh She gon miss me when Im gone Uh I just be Drizzy in bitches Uh Nothing Was The Same that ho Uh   Chorus Pull up in a Range thats Rove Uh huh Lean just touched down lets go Uh huh Pull up in a Range thats Rove Uh huh Lean just touched down lets go Uh huh Pull up in a Range thats Rove Uh huh Lean just touched down lets go Uh huh Pull up in a Range thats Rove Uh huh Lean just touched down lets go Uh huh