Juice WRLD – What Else Lyrics

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What Else By Juice WRLD Lyrics

Off a couple beans (What else)
Maybe a cup of lean (What else)
Beat the sprite up (What else)
Codeine make it bleed (What else)
I bought one thing (What else)
Okay, maybe a couple of things (What else)
Uh, Saks Fifth (What else)
Then I hit double G (What else)
Then I hit Louis V (What else)
In that order

B—-, I’m so important
These Diors imported
N—-, I could pay your mortgage
F— it I’ma spend that s— on your daughter
She calling me daddy, she prolly got dad issues
You should be a better father
Damn, zooming in a go-kart
Love lean but I really hate pop
Love pop but I really love rock
Love peace but I really love Glocks
These n—– must love headshots
Think it’s sweet ’cause the sad songs out
Took two W’s rolling off an E, that’s a god damn smackdown
I don’t know, I think I run it right now
Real s— be a hundred right now
19 years old, number nine on the Billboard, n—- like how?
I’ma be number one next week, trust me
Won’t f— your b—- ’cause I heard that she musty
Hundred round drum on the choppa it’s bustin’
Word to your mom, that b—- crusty
S— on a f— a– n—- then flush it
AK in the back, got a CAR like a Russian
These n—– be talkin’ to narcs or somethin’
How the f— else my homie get busted
Gonna free my n—- outta the dungeon
When he get out, n—-, it’s bustin’
Run up bands, gain clout
Smoke out the pound, I’m on the clouds

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Off a couple beans (What else)
Maybe a cup of lean (What else)
Beat the sprite up (What else)
Codeine make it bleed (What else)
I bought one thing (What else)
Okay, maybe a couple of things (What else)
Uh, Saks Fifth (What else)
Then I hit double G (What else)
Then I hit Louis V (What else)
In that order

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First you get the baking soda then you get the water
N—- f— with my moolah, then he gettin’ slaughtered
If you p—- then you p—- (Then you p—-), ain’t no getting harder
I put that s— on my mom, speaking of moms I could f— your mom
Talkin’ that s— get the firearm
They’ll be in your crib like, “F— your moms”
Kill everybody but your mom
Yeah, I just said it yeah, so I meant it yeah
That n—- trippin’, catch him slippin’, we gon’ get him, yeah
And she screamin’, “Ricky”
Thick a– b—- tryna get a lap dance screamin’, “Nicki”
Aight I’m done for now have y’all n—– had enough
I’m a real n—-, I ain’t with that talkin’ tough
F— with us, we call your bluff

Off a couple beans (What else)
Maybe a cup of lean (What else)
Beat the sprite up (What else)
Codeine make it bleed (What else)
I bought one thing (What else)
Okay, maybe a couple of things (What else)
Uh, Saks Fifth (What else)
Then I hit double G (What else)
Then I hit Louis V (What else)
In that order (In that order)

Uh, Saks Fifth
Then I hit double G
Then I hit Louis V
In that order (In that order, in that order)
Uh, Saks Fifth
Then I hit double G
Then I hit Louis V

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:What Else By Juice WRLD Lyrics

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