Jeffery (Studio Session) (Lyrics) Juice WRLD Lyrics

Jeffery (Studio Session) (Lyrics) Juice WRLD Lyrics 

Lyrics Jeffery (Studio Session) Juice WRLD Lyrics 

lyrics of the song Jeffery (Studio Session) Juice WRLD  

Money on me, hunnid on me (Hunnid)

Money on me, (Hunnid, hunnid)

Money on me, (Ayy)

Hunnid on me (Hunnid, hunnid)

(Woah, ayy, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)

Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene

I still put the G-Star on my jeans

She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be

Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee

I be with them killers like Jeffrey

No Dahmer, I'm a problem

You a goon cool, I got goblins

Fuck with me, make you lеak like a faucet

Mix the liquor up, skrt, now I'm nausеous

I don't sip the lean, used to love codeine cause I love to dream

Now mix Henny with the Rémy, cause I love to drink

And I don't love to think

Feel like I'm finna puke

Can't do it on the mink, me

Money on the way, what is the, hold up, hold up

I can't drive, still hit a donut

Nineteen, multi-millionaire (Hahaha)

Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke shit dead

Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene

I still put the G-Star on my jeans

She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be

Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee

I be with them killers like Jeffrey

I get drunk and act a fool

If you want a altercation, put you on the news

With the channel crew

They know I be makin' moves

W Gang, I can't ever lose, like your boyfriend

I can never be a fool, like your boyfriend

He a bitch, nigga I went to school with your boyfriend

Real as hell, I came from my move like your boyfriend

Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend

That's how that shit go, she do coke, I gotta make it snow

Pull up with the pole, like who want smoke

L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke

Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene

I still put the G-Star on my jeans

She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be

Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee

I be with them killers like Jeffrey

I see faces when I'm tweakin' off the shrooms

Real nigga, I just walked in the room

Freestyling, I ain't got to write for you

She gon' do the coke, she gon' snort the white for you

Run up, you gon' die, Yes, I got my nine on me

Don't fuck with no haters, don't fuck with fake homies

Do this by my lonely, run up then its over

We march on yo' body, I feel like a soldier

I just popped the molly, Now I'm as high as I [?]

I feel like Drake or something, it ain't over till its over

I don't need a driver, bitch, I need a chauffeur

I'm a survivor, can't [?]

Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene

I still put the G-Star on my jeans

She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be

Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee

I be with them killers like Jeffrey

They don't want smoke

That's your girl, was she just the average hoe?

Yeah, I fucked her, but she kept it on the low

Nobody gonna know

If I catch 'em, I'ma catch 'em, I'ma blow

.40 give 'em a kiss, mistletoe

Niggas they be acting like some hoes

I be balling now just like a pro, pro

I'ma fuck that bitch on the low

Pull up on the scene, .40 make 'em bleed

Feel like Freddy Krueger, how I'm up in your dreams

Yeah, I keep a Ruger, you ain't fuckin' with me

Shorty want to kick it, this is not a soccer team

Got away with worse, I feel like I'm (?)-tes

She gon' do it all, she gon' hold the Glock for me

If I'm in the way then she gon' get shot for me

Ay ay, but I still got the Glock on me

Really? You don't fuck with me

Run up on me, we gon' make you bleed

Tell 'em "Rest in Peace"

Uh ay, I ain't worried 'bout my enemies

They know I got the inner-peace

Niggas really trying trouble me

Yeah yeah, ay ay

Balling like a triple double till I'm out of trouble

Niggas thinking that they balling till I catch 'em double

Niggas want the trouble, shit, we singing it on the double

My shroom bombs, I ain't talking truffles

Make 'em dance, .40 make him cupid shuffle, bombing on my pants

Boy these bitches costs a duffle, run up, you get trapped

Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene

I still put the G-Star on my jeans

She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be

Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee

I be with them killers like Jeffrey

I'm fucked up, so I talk with a slur

Think about money, I don't think 'bout her

Beat the pussy up, Ooh, you can hear it purr

I'ma shoot him up, Ooh, feel like Larry Bird