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Lightyears

Juice WRLD

Lightyears lyrics

Intro Juice WRLD I wanna do her with her friend whats good Baby Im on bands Im on bands Im feelin Runnin up them bands bitch Im Bitch them pockets lookin big big big Know my pockets lookin big Ayy pockets lookin big hm Uh   Chorus Juice WRLD Bank account lookin big 40 make you dance like a jig You in the way put a hole in your wig Desert Eagle on me bitch the bullet hole big I dont like revolvers they only hold six Yeah I hang with them demons no 666 Your bitch swallowin my semen Forgettin the meanin of selfrespect Fuck her face and put her on the internet   Verse 1 Juice WRLD I just been lettin the cash grow Run up on me die faster Im a real nigga nah Im not an actor Double cup with that red lean Ima sip classy Dior on my feet I feel classy You say you love me do you mean that I dont think so cause you werent there when I was down bad yeah I dont think so bitch I know so Money by the boatload I know why these hoes actin nice Cause Im a rich guy Be on my own shit let that shit fly Takin trips off the Percs I be sky high In the sky sippin on red lean like its red wine red wine Chorus Juice WRLD Bank account lookin big 40 make you dance like a jig You in the way put a hole in your wig Desert Eagle on me bitch the bullet hole big I dont like revolvers they only hold six Yeah I hang with them demons no 666 Your bitch swallowin my semen Forgettin the meanin of selfrespect Fuck her face and put her on the internet   Verse 2 Young Thug When I see diamonds my senses start swinglin (Sex) Dog nigga twelve phones all em ringin Like Brrbrr hello do you need me Like Brrbrr hell no baby beat it Army green FNs (Two of) Bet a pussynigga wont rat again (Bet) Bank account low again (Why) Cause I spend all of my money on my friend (Hey) Where the fuck your cash go (Where) How the fuck your drip up to par but your cash low (How) How the hell you manifest from a big dog to a tadpole How you know that she tellin you dance foe See we went to the top from them shackles (Top) How you know in the future its gon be ass though Ride big Bentleys everywhere that I go (Park) Keep the Lamborghini parked at the bank though (Yeah park) Alright Im lit no lie Buyin horses like in Salem know we mob tie aw yeah Rich in real life I do not see you ho like its midnight Even in light Chorus Juice WRLD Bank account lookin big 40 make you dance like a jig You in the way put a hole in your wig Desert Eagle on me bitch the bullet hole big I dont like revolvers they only hold six Yeah I hang with them demons no 666 Your bitch swallowin my semen Forgettin the meanin of selfrespect Fuck her face and put her on the internet