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Swerve
Juice WRLD
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(Car!ton)
Damn, this look like they air bending (Okeighteen)
This fake-ass Avatar
Damn, this fire, though
If he try me, if he try me
If he try me, if he try me
He'd get punched like a cup of Hi-C
That's a bar
If he try me, leave him leaking like a sink
Highkey, diamonds hockey, skatin' like a rink
If it's cold outside, pop out in a mink
And I always keep a .45 in the briefs
Uh, rollin' gas, never on E
Lambo' with the Forgis, car on fleek (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, live and learn
I could build a mansion from all of these bridges burned
I see the Devil dancing, she telling me it's my turn
Huh, turn away, uh, swerve
Turn away, uh, swerve
Turn away, uh, swerve
Ducking and dodging
Hundred thousand in cash in my pocket
On one wrist, I got two watches
Now, you know why I got perfect timing
Pop me a pill to get high, I'm climbing
This ho said she love me, for real, she lying
My bitch look like she from the Islands
But when she get high, it look like she from Thailand
Bitch, I'm a beast, I go ape, feel like Tarzan
Not from this planet, I feel like a Martian
I get the bread just like butter, no margarine
If you talk, you get hit in the head with the carbine
Big racks sittin' in my back pocket, I'm bossin'
He snitchin', he rattin', he tellin', he talkin'
And he think his gang gon' claim him regardless
I hope they kill him and make him a target
Hope they find him with no face in the garbage
Paint him up like Picasso, I'm a artist
Put a hole in 'em, take his body to the water
Call it a night
Pour up a four, forget it by the morning
Make it rain, everyday, I got it stormin'
I took your bitch, give her back, I ain't sorry
Call up my hitters, they call up they hitters
Got hitters on hitters, they send up your party
If he try me, leave him leaking like a sink
Highkey, diamonds hockey, skatin' like a rink
If it's cold outside, pop out in a mink
And I always keep a .45 in the briefs
Uh, rollin' gas, never on E
Lambo' with the Forgis, car on fleek (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, live and learn
I could build a mansion from all of these bridges burned
I see the Devil dancing, she telling me it's my turn
Huh, turn away, uh, swerve
Turn away, uh, swerve
Turn away, uh, swerve