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