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lirik lagu juice wrld - plight (late nights) (studio session)

[intro]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi~automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi~town

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi~automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi~town
that girl f~cked my bro~bro
that b~tch is a ho~ho
shorty came from soho
sayin’ she on go~go
that b~tch f~cked my bro~bro
that girl is a ho~ho
shorty came from soho
that lil’ b~tch a ho~oh
[verse 1]
n~ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b~tch concealed
hatin’ on the real
keep that b~tch concealed
b~tch i keep it real
n~ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b~tch concealed
told you “i ain’t never gave a f~ck how you feel”
late nights off the pills
my bro doin’ drills, this night wasn’t fake sh~t
this that sh~t for real
late nights off the pills
brother doin’ drills
mama mad as f~ck she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed
try me if you want, n~gga you get k!lled, huh
you get stunt, smoke on some dope
on my d~ck, she gon choke
she a ho’ on the low

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi~automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi~town
that girl f~cked my bro~bro
that b~tch is a ho~ho
shorty came from soho
sayin’ she on go~go
that b~tch f~cked my bro~bro
that girl is a ho~ho
shorty came from soho
that lil’ b~tch a ho~oh
[verse 2]
she finna f~ck on my bros, ayy
magnum on me, that’s a rubber, ayy
that ‘lil b~tch, she undercover, ayy
i could never ever love her, ayy
i kicked that b~tch out my crib, yeah
i kicked that b~tch out my brib, yeah
i do not care how you live, yeah
i’m on the percocet 10, yeah
i f~cked that b~tch then her friend, yeah
i take a trip up to france, yeah
up in dior, i’ma dance, yeah
i feel like i am the man, yeah
raf simons, rick owens, all that
tell your man to fall back
f~ck n~gga, i don’t like that
freestyle sh~t, don’t write that
go ahead, snort that white up
i was in the cut with a new gun
haven’t seen a real n~gga since i been in here, looked in the mirror, i seen one
smoke so much, got three lungs, an extra one
weight on my shoulder like three tongues, plus an extra one

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi~automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi~town
that girl f~cked my bro~bro
that b~tch is a ho~ho
shorty came from soho
sayin’ she on go~go
that b~tch f~cked my bro~bro
that girl is a ho~ho
shorty came from soho
that lil’ b~tch a ho~oh
[verse 3]
had to f~ck his b~tch in the studio, yeah, ayy
dye my hair and dread, feel like coolio, yeah, ayy
this some gucci on me, this ain’t coogi, ho, yeah, ayy
i got a gucci b~tch you got a coochie, ho, yeah, ayy
i been sippin’ water, only fiji though, yeah, ayy
chopper wet ’em up, that’s a squeegee, ho, yeah, ayy
i be with my brothers like luigi, ho, yeah, ayy
hit my trap phone if you need me, ho, yeah, ayy
i treat the change, you can keep it, you can keep it, ho, oh
i take a flat, get to tweakin’, get to geekin’, ho, uh
b~tches be sneakin’ and geekin’, uh, i gave her d with no offense
ball on that b~tch like i’m rodman, uh
told you i’m not with the talkin, uh
then you get hit like i’m awesome, uh

[verse 4]
got my pants saggin’, don’t you dare grab ’em
when i’m up in traffic, my lil’ b~tch, she lavish
i hit that b~tch from the back
that b~tch don’t know how to act
draco on me, it’s attached
ain’t come from no boxing match
pull up on him, he get clapped
just like a pimp, he get slapped
it’s a .40 on me, send you back
if a n~gga don’t know how to act
duffle bag, filled with racks, count it up, spend it all, make it back
run it up, in my bag, in my bag, yeah, yeah
in my bag, in my bag, yeah
ain’t lookin at tags, ion’ gotta brag, you want what i have
that lil’ b~tch, you know you can’t smash, hit her from the back

[verse 5]
smokin’ a spliff, high as can be
i’m on my ass, i’m off my ass
got to the bag, got to the bag
unload the mag, i got a .30 in that
i’m on yo’ ass, i’m stephen curryin’ that
i’m terry crews, b~tch i could flex or some
high as f~ck, ion’ even want a couple pills and some marijuana
ima’ goner, ima’ goner, rob him for his ganja, yeah
i got the gun on me, baby i feel like a monster, yeah
all of my n~ggas gettin’ the money, you don’t want no problem, yeah
all i ever do is pop, yeah, i just took yo’ b~tch shoppin’
(i just took yo’ b~tch shoppin’)
(i just took yo’ b~tch shoppin’)
(i just took yo’ b~tch shoppin’)

[verse 6]
smokin’ out the zip, yeah, out the zip, yeah
my heart broke, no fix, yeah, can’t be fixed, yeah
not over a b~tch, yeah, done that, been there
watch yo’ back, babe
these b~tches be nas’, babe
these n~gga’s tryna go different tac, ayy
i got my hand on my mac, ayy
i told that n~gga to back sp~ce
led on my hip, bet i geek race
n~gga’s be lit like they be late
pull up on him like; okay
chopper on me, run relay, aye
that’s what i play
(i landed back in the land, at the beach with my feet in the sand)
(i landed back in the land, at the beach with my feet in the sand)
(b~tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons)
(i like fast women, i like fast women)

[verse 7]
shorty strapped up like a dyk~ doe’
pull up on the scene with my fo, oh
got insurance on my car, no geico
she’ll ride my d~ck, no bike, ho’
pull up on the scene, that’s what i know
watch out for the 5~0
ima’ get gone on 12, yeah, i give ’em h~ll, yeah
brother gon’ bail out, i got a tail out
i got the pounds out, b~tch can you smell?
b~tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons
i like fast women, i like fast women
(b~tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons)
(i like fast women, i like fast women)
(b~tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons)
(i like fast women, i like fast women)

[verse 8]
b~tch i’m past drippin’, in my raf simons
i like fast women, shake that ass for me
i’m a cash getter’, i’m a money spender
i’m a trap worker, i’m a f~ckin vender
i f~ck yo’ b~tch in my venue
i order p~ssy like menu
pull up on him, it’s just me and you
.40 on me, what it’s gon’ do?
i let it sneeze, ha~choo, i let it sneeze, bless you!
i got the cash, bless you
real n~gga come to the rescue
i f~ck yo’ b~tch in the restroom
she was hatin’ back in highschool
now she thinkin’ i’m the dude, tryna f~ck my friends too
don’t really know what to do, but i know that these b~tches gon’ choose
and i know that my n~ggas gon’ win
my n~ggas can’t afford to go lose
i am better than best

[verse 9]
huh, mj with that sh~t, cardiac yo’ arrest
breakin’ bad, this sh~t like crystal meth
she take a sec, i take a perc, then bite the neck
she give me neck, kick her out, onto the next
she in that uber, she in her feelings, she off the xanny’s
i call her over, i get to kissin’, i’m in her panties
i feel like drake, i need a grammy, i need a grammy
n~gga, that’s on my granny, ima’ rule the planet, yeah
catch me if you can, but you can’t, yeah, hoo, ayy
kd what i smoke, that durant, yeah, hoo, yeah
high as a b~tch up in champs, tryna get them 4’s that just dropped

[verse 10]
momma proud that her son makin’ millions
but i won’t change with this sh~t, not a chameleon
i need a bad b~tch, cuban, a brazilian, yeah
maybe i’m gon’ f~ck her for a minute, ayy
i shoot this sh~t like i’m cole bennett
i got the cash with the rolls in it
pull up on him with my pole, n~gga, uh
he get exposed quickly
i’m off the liquor, the cheap sh~t
i’m off the liquor, i’m sea~sick
i say i do it for fun, some people do it for money
baby i do it for fun, some people do it for money
baby i do it for fun
(i’m gon’ ball until i can’t ball no more, lookin’ for your broad, on my phone askin’ for more, i’m praying to god, that’s all i’ve been wishin’ for)

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