Lời bài hát 7 Am Freestyle
[Intro: Juice WRLD] Nigga, me and Pluto in this bitch like 7 in the morning, nigga No sleep nigga Still been sippin' all night, nigga Money drip Wheezy outta here [Chorus 1: Juice WRLD] She give me top in the Tesla I'm a invest in the extra I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera I'm on a whole nother level I take Perkies to fight all my demons It don't help that my bitch is a demon [Chorus 2: Future] Came up in the hallway Serving J yeah, yeah Money coming every way My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah 80/20, mine off top I'm fuckin her face, yeah yeah Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce It dripping over, yeah yeah [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Spend a check on that pussy I got designer all over my hoodie Yo' nigga ain't real, yo' nigga a pussy Look, there he go He get a few shots, bow Out the draco [Verse 2: Future] Blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah yeah Double i'm geeked off lean, yeah yeah Baped up, lookin' like [king] yeah yeah Bad bitch pulling up my sleeve, yeah yeah Northside Gucci my feet, yeah yeah Haven't been to sleep in a week, yeah yeah Bite down on my teeth You smell codeine when I pee, yeah yeah [Verse 3: Juice WRLD] Sipping on red lean Gun got a red beam No niggas from the red team They go brazy Pull up in that new ting I was fucking on new ting Bad bitch with a tongue ring [Chorus 2: Future] Came up in the hallway Serving J yeah, yeah Money coming every way My bitch'll pay yeah, yeah 80/20, mine off top I'm fuckin her face, yeah yeah Man you tripping, i'm spilling the sauce It dripping over, yeah yeah [Verse 4: Juice WRLD] Pour me a four and another [I love it] (sip, sip, sip) Its me and Hendrix in the club Wondering if we gonna take your bitch We already got 5 We was gonna make her 6 I didn't eat today, but I took the perc And I pray to god, it won't make me sick [Verse 5: Future] Pour me some drugs in the cup, no rush like sip, sip, sip Ain’t got enough fingers for all these rings I'm drip, drip, drip Turn them lil niggas to fiends, all they wanna do is bust clips Keep a Mac-11 with a beam I'm gucci, don't slip Gold in your face yeah, yeah Flooded out baguettes [Chorus 2: Future] Came up in the hallway Serving J yeah, yeah Money coming every way My bitch'll pay [?] yeah, yeah 80, 20 Fuck on her face, yeah yeah Man you tripping, spilling the sauce, dripping over you, yeah yeah [Chorus 1: Juice WRLD] She give me top in the Tesla I'm a invest in the extra I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga ect I'm on a whole nother level I take percys to fight all my demons It don't help that my bitch is a devil
