lirik lagu juice wrld - 5 bitches (500 carats) [studio session]
[intro]
woo, uh, b~tch, huh (oh~oh, oh~oh)
it’s one, two, three, four, five hundred carats on the scene (uh~huh, uh~huh)
(one, two, three, four, i done traveled the world on they ass)
one, two, three, four, five hundred carats (suck my d~ck)
yeah (grrah)
[chorus]
okay, it’s one, two, three, four, five hundred carats on my wrist (uh~huh, uh, uh~huh)
that’s a patek, uh, all baguettes, i manage (uh, uh~huh, uh, uh~huh)
one, two, three, four, five b~tches f~ckin’ on my clique (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and they can’t help it (uh~huh)
no limit gang, you know we savage, uh (geek, geek)
f~ck a bouncer, step up in the club, i got my ratchet, uh (b~tch, uh~huh)
upper echelon, we still acting ratchet, uh (yeah, b~tch)
f~ck a bouncer, i’m up in the club with my ratchet, uh (grrah, b~tch)
upper echelon, but we still acting ratchet (still acting ratchet)
[verse 1]
yeah, gun make him do backflips (grrah)
gymnastics when i’m loading up the ratchet (uh~huh, uh~huh, uh~huh, b~tch)
rich ass b~st~rd, nah, i don’t got no father (uh~huh, uh~huh, ya’ dig, uh~huh)
okay, you got some talent, but i still go harder (uh~huh, uh~huh, uh~huh)
yeah, new main thing (yeah), uh, really wanna give her brain (uh~huh, uh~huh)
i need some brain (uh~huh), uh, i cannot maintain (uh~huh, uh, uh~huh)
i’m screaming f~ck the fame (yeah), i do this sh~t for my gang (gang, gang)
plus, i love the music (uh), went platinum on you losers (losers)
uh, i ball out like michael jordan and you, boozer (swish, swish, swish, swish)
i ain’t come to fight, uh, uh, uh, i got a ruger (grrah, uh~huh)
how you talking tough when you on computers? (tough, what?)
you ain’t sh~t but an instagram user (ya’ dig?)
f~ck out my motherf~ckin’ face (f~ck out my motherf~ckin’—), yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
can’t you see i’m getting to the cake? yeah, yeah, yeah (can’t you see i’m getting to the cake?)
run it up like the cops tryna chase, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh, run it up like the cops tryna—)
that’s your b~tch? then why my homie putting his kids on her face? (ya’ b~tch)
gettin’ sick of that fake sh~t, oh yeah
.40 on me, it get your ass a facelift, oh yeah
b~tch i’m neo off the percs in the matrix, oh yeah
[?] fake b~tch, oh yeah
yeah, get the f~ck out my motherf~ckin’ face, yeah, yeah, yeah (f~ck out my motherf~ckin’—, uh)
can’t you see i’m getting to this cake (cash, cash, cash)? yeah, yeah, yeah (uh~huh, uh~huh, uh~huh)
run it up like cops doing a chase, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh~huh, uh~huh, uh~huh)
that’s your b~tch? why my homie bustin’ on her face? yeah
[chorus]
okay, it’s one, two, three, four, five hundred carats on my wrist (uh~huh, uh~huh, uh~huh)
that’s a patek, uh (uh~huh, oh~oh), all baguettes, i manage (uh~huh, oh~oh)
one, two, three, four, five b~tches f~ckin’ on my clique (yeah, uh~huh, uh~huh, b~tch)
and they can’t help it (uh~huh)
no limit gang, you know we savage, uh (oh~oh)
f~ck a bouncer, step up in the club, i got my ratchet, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh~huh)
upper echelon, we still acting ratchet, uh~huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
f~ck a bouncer, i’m up in the club with my ratchet, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
upper echelon, but we still acting ratchet (still acting ratchet, uh)
[verse 2]
still acting ratchet with the steel, uh (steel)
baddie on my side, she’ll k!ll bill, uh (k!ll bill)
just watched the news, what the f~ck bill? (what the f~ck?)
still on that cosby molly
still gripping steel if you tryna rob me (no limit, grrah)
you can run but you can’t hide (uh)
there ain’t no dodging (dodging)
i won’t let you blow my high (high), i’m sorry (i’m sorry)
i won’t let you k!ll my vibe (uh~huh), i’m sorry (sorry)
uh, super slatt, hit the trap, i’m cooking brack (uh~huh, yeah)
that sh~t harder than crack (b~tch, yeah)
i’m in the 6, no drake, that’s facts (b~tch, yeah)
i run through the 6 with my woes and back (uh~huh)
bullets hit your chest, go through your back (uh~huh, uh~huh)
only got one life, can’t take it back (uh~huh, uh)
i moved on, won’t take you back (uh~huh)
that’s karma for your dumbass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), b~tch
[chorus]
okay, it’s one, two, three, four, five hundred carats on my wrist (uh~huh, uh, uh~huh)
that’s a patek, uh, all baguettes, i manage (uh, uh~huh, uh, uh~huh)
one, two, three, four, five b~tches f~ckin’ on my clique (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and they can’t help it (uh~huh)
no limit gang, you know we savage, uh (geek, geek)
f~ck a bouncer, step up in the club, i got my ratchet, uh (b~tch, uh~huh)
upper echelon, we still acting ratchet, uh (yeah, b~tch)
f~ck a bouncer, i’m up in the club with my ratchet, uh (grrah, b~tch)
upper echelon, but we still acting ratchet (still acting ratchet)
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