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Artist: Juice WRLD
Canonical path: /juice-wrld/elevate
Related lyric paths: 6
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Elevate
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Elevate
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Don't care what no nigga say, I'm gettin' to this paper
I'm too rich to listen anyway so save that shit for later
Bitch my bank account on heavyweight, my shit on Joe Frazier
I get high so I can elevate and fly over Heaven
40 make 'em hyperventilate, gun a blood thinner
She do cocaine off a dinner plate
Instead of eatin' dinner
That shit got her gettin' thinner
Perky, money makin', my agenda
Nigga you pussy, switchin' up your gender
You still fuckin' bitches on Tinder
I wouldn't even smash on a bitch
Get top then get passed to the clique
On codeine, doin' the dash in a whip
Shooter with me like Steve Nash with the clip
Smoke gas, put good vibes in the air
That bitch she strike a pose in the mirror
I know she miss me when I'm not there
Miss runnin' her slutty hands through my hair
Then put me to sleep, have a nightmare
Fight demons off the drugs like, yeah
My percs, be my strap, it's a. 30 up in here
In six months, five times plat (Five times plat)
Rapper of the year
Shout out Thug, that's my slatt, shit is slimey over here
Then put me to sleep, have a nightmare
Fight demons off the drugs like, yeah
My percs, be my strap, it's 30 up in here
In six months, five times plat (Five times plat)
Rapper of the year
Shout out Thug, that's my slatt, shit is slimey over here, yeah
Don't care what no nigga say, I'm gettin' to this paper
I'm too rich to listen anyway so save that shit for later
Bitch my bank account on heavyweight, my shit on Joe Frazier
I get high so I can elevate and fly over Heaven
40 make 'em hyperventilate, gun a blood thinner
She do cocaine off a dinner plate
Instead of eatin' dinner
That shit got her gettin' thinner
Perky, money makin', my agenda
Nigga you pussy, switchin' up your gender
You still fuckin' bitches on Tinder
I wouldn't even smash on a bitch
Get top then get passed to the clique
On codeine, doin' the dash in a whip
Shooter with me like Steve Nash with the clip
Smoke gas, put good vibes in the air
That bitch she strike a pose in the mirror
I know she miss me when I'm not there
Miss runnin' her slutty hands through my hair
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