歌词
作词 : Maurice Powell
作曲 : Thomas Thierry
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Full of leverage
Loaded Uhaul
Slid to texas
Fell off
so what that’s her loss
No lie, she throwing curve balls
No silver spoon, or hidden palace
U tried to treat me like I’m average
I’m up now, turning the tables
What I say goes
Who got the juice now?
Blowing gas, glasshouse y’know it’s too loud
I’m outer space
Outta of the chase
Where you hoes at?
I got the juice now
Holding on the cup till it fades
Night’s getting strange
Dark ain’t no escape
No escape no
In the cut
When I hear you talk
I feel disgust
Stand up on my own
Don’t need a crutch
Was my favorite drug
But where’s the rush
Got the drop on it
Forgi’s sitting high
Put the block on it
1st marble floors
Only socks on this
Bentley doors swinging
Like a title fight
Who got the juice now?
Blowing gas, glasshouse y’know it’s too loud
I’m outer space
Outta of the chase
Where you hoes at?
I got the juice now
Holding on the cup till it fades
Night’s getting strange
Dark ain’t no escape
No escape no
My homies gotta issue up
In the party like nigga what?
Oh Fosho I thought u said some’
Many nights ended too rough
Left and right with no one to trust
Avoiding all of it while I strut
Drop the ball hoe you’se a klutz
Stripping for me a little cause
Im deserving a pick me up
I count them bands up
Building walls with em so you better stay close
Baby can we call a truce don’t wanna be alone
Don’t wanna be just anyone
Wasting away, losing touch
Counting the days, till I’m back up
Swerving off the lot hoe I’m going crazy
I got the juice and know it
Guess who got the juice now
Guess who got it got it