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Juice WRLD - 27 Club V2

Turn the bass up
Some more
Turn the bass up
Yeah


Well you might as well not go
See you not tryna get along
I'll lay it all on the floor
But you said that you did it alone
I'm so close you could kiss on my cheek
I'm so close you can smell my cologne
What's the word what you on?
I like what you got on 
You like what I got on
We'll link up and go home 
Please spare me the details
I'm not with the mind games
I was never one to really kiss and tell
I'm out of my mind frame 
I was never one to really wish you well
And I wish you well
Throw them coins down the wishing will
But if you make a wish baby don't you tell
Serving crack on the corner now
We got clientele we got clientele
You don't know what you calling bout
Wanna hear my voice, yeah I get it yeah


I'ma just do it all day, I'ma do it til I die
I'ma just do it all day, I'ma do it til I die
I'ma do it til I die, I'ma do my whole life
I just been putting in pain and pain and pain
I'm taking my wrongs and making em right oh
Right oh
Turn it up 
Turn it up turn it up turn
Turn up the bass some more
Get in your face some more
Get in my face some more
Pushing you out the door
Pussy ya window close
Japan is back you know
He here to take ya hoe
He here to claim the throne
These niggas lame these bitches lame I know
I'm knowing how it goes
Got the RAF on me and it go
Leather jacket and it go
Get the backend I buy the store
All these niggas they call me a poet
I'm just talking bout all that I know
I'm just talking my real deal life
Shit come with strife I know
I roll up that weed I know
I'm blazing it turn me to someone I don't even know
I'ma kid I don't know what I'm doing ima give it a go
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
Just like Yatzhee
Fuck the world up, like it topped me
That's ya girl? Oh she topped me
Bitch I own it. It is not leased
I don't get fake high I get real high
I get stupid high. Got the top weed
On the countryside with the horses
They inspire me
They just running
They just running
They just running
They just running
They just running
It's a run in we run in ya house
I'ma child soldier baby I'm doing exactly what I'm taught
I'ma child soldier baby I need you to give me the twat
Huh twat

SoClose

Aye let's turn it up let's turn it up some more
Nah for real 
Aye Let's turn it up some more 
Some more
Some more some more some more some more

That what I'm saying
That why I came in not playing with these niggas
Hoe what the fuck?
You be talking like you walk with fye
You left your heater, your piece in your trunk?
Me and my bitch play with knives 
Me and my bitch bring all that funk
Me and my bitch fuck in a black Rolls
With the droptop pulled right off 
I pull right off on the E way, I'm in a speed race in the Gulf
We in the club and she play with my balls, this bitch playing golf 
Oh damn
Ooh
And I know what you- know what you-
Know what you- know what you dooo
And I know right right right right right what you wanna doooo
She a gnat gnat gnat gnat gnat, hit and pass to the crewwwwwww

Baby just look at my jewelry I'm so cool
Baby just look at my jewels I'm so cool
Baby just look at my ice I'm so cool
These niggas playing with fire
I gotta coooool em down
Cooler it hitting ya brother now he gotta man down
I hit the bitch from the side. I put her hand down
100 round clip in the fye, he took the whole round
I don't be fucking with nun. I gotta hold mine
I gotta hold mine

I can't fill this shit up 
I'm just finna give up
I'm just finna fuck these ones
I just went up in the club
I'm just tryna blow a dub
I'm just tryna blow a dub
I'm gon do it cuz it us
I'm gon do it cuz we rich
I just gotta do it quick 
I'm gon hit the bitch
Right outside the club cuz I'm lit
I'm gon hit the bitch
Right outside the club cuz I'm lit

Finger wave the hoe away, I'm Dikembe Mutombo bitch
I got too much too much racks in my pants, I walk with a stiff
She like oh um damn Japan I love you, can I smoke ya spliff?
No you can't you little bitch, but my brother want a pick
I'm having fun on the vibe , I'm having fun with this shit
Where is your grit?
Damn, where is that bitch from before? I want her here
Oooh yeahhhh
We Smoke 5 pounds every month, it's a good year ooh
It's a good year, ooh
I'm sipping that beer
In the club
Drunk off all the-
Uh pills
She know that she wanna pop it reallyyyy

RealFunk

Fakeeeeeeeee
Nah nigga no fake shit (UP AND DOWN)
(I NEED YOU NOW)
I'm blinking I don't see shit
I GOTCHA I GOTCHA LETS GOOOO

Baby these real deal diamonds on my neck it ain't no fake shit
I hate fake niggas I swear that I hate fake bitches
Let that Drac hit youuuu
Scrape off yo face nigga
I know how to put a goofy in his place, put him in his place
I know how to roll the fucking cash up
Put it in a safe, send it out to Spain (Let's goooo)
You don't get what we talking bout cuz u Lame
Fuck the bitch in the parking lot I got game

I got so many dollars up to my name
Your own family won't treat you um the same way
He told on his brother he claim he gangway
The pussy like butter that pussy gain weight
He think he a problem. Pussy don't hold weight
Bitch I hold the bomb in my pants everyday
She got Fenty on her face, yeah I'm boutta pull her lace
Fucking this bitch in the nighttime yeah, I ain't even leave a trace
Fucking a nigga bitch in his house, I ain't even leave a trace
They had tried to lock my boy in that pen but we got a closed case
She lay the whole dick over her head it cover her whole face
I did my homework bitch I'm ahead I cover the whole case

Clear off 100k, give a fuck what you say
She take flights to suck and spit and I think that's okay
Baby we might fuck and split cuz I don't like your brain
Take it off Cobain
Everyday the same
People never change
People never change
People never change
People never change
People never change
People never
People never change

I gotta hear it from the top
I gotta hear it from top
Let's go let's go
He talking bout he got opps?
He talking bout he got opps? WHAT?
Niggas sweeter than pop
Niggas sweeter than Coca pop
Niggas sweeter than Coca Cola swear I sniff the rocks
They got ya mans on video talking to the cops
I mind my business niggas try it they get popped
We can make it crazy we can make it wild
I had the cougar talking nasty, I could be your son
They hating laughing at me but we already won
They broke as fuck we burning cash under the sun
Lil gang going crazy up in the back he going dumb oh
Let's go let's go let's go 

Baby these real deal diamonds on my neck it ain't no fake shit
I hate fake niggas I swear that I hate fake bitches
Let that Drac hit youuuu
Scrape off yo face nigga
I know how to put a goofy in his place, put him in his place
I know how to roll the fucking cash up
Put it in a safe, send it out to Spain
You don't get what we talking bout cuz u Lame
Fuck the bitch in the parking lot I got game

Talk about it
Talk about ittttttttt

PeopleNeverChange

If you meant what you said when you said it
I'm not gon forget that shit
I'm not gon forget I'm not gonna huh

You gotta keep that same vibe for when I see you I'm not even playing
You would be so God damn surprised when you see what I fit in these jeans, in these pants
I fit the whole God damn 9 in the back of the Margiela slacks
Hoes they falling in line they doing the rounds
I fucked em all back to back
It's water under the bridge, these niggas gon drown
I'm pushing you off nigga watch yo back
You looking too hard at the ice on my arms I'ma honor roll boy, I'ma fuck yo bitch 

Nigga that's the Draco talking shut the fuck up let em
Spit
I'm on a lot of drugs nigga I'm going through it
I got a lot of drugs
Running through my body right now I wish I was kidding
Baby you wish this was love
Bitch this is ain't love I was just tryna get that kitty

If you meant what you said when you said it
I'm not gon forget that shit
If you meant what you said when you said it
I'm not gon forget it,  You know it's the truth 
Yeah I'm addicting to spending I'm blowing that bag
Couple of thousand on shoes
Couple of thousand on shoes won't spend it on you
Won't spend a dollar on you
Soon as I roll this blunt I'ma face it bad
No I can't pass I ain't passing to you
When I first met the hoe the sauce wasn't there
Hoe was just rocking them Jimmy Choos
Gimme gimme money fuck the rules
If I say I'm gon blast get the fuck out the room
Get the fuck out the room get the fuck out that bitch
I got I got I got
I got all this money on me and I'm tryna spend it all
Baby you can't be my one and only gotta be the third or fourth

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