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Blackbear - Juicy Sweatsuits Feat Juicy J Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Juicy sweatsuits
Doing lines in the restroom
All your drugs to impress who?
Twenty-something trust issues, girl
Insecure about who you are
You're selfish and you know it
I'm here tonight and I'm gone tomorrow
Move too fast and you took it too far

I wanna go
Wherever you ain't gon' be
Don't make me pose
In a picture you ain't want no one to see
Yeah, hell yeah
Tell me why my exes besties now
Acting like it stress me out
Mad that I won't text them now
Y'all just look depressin' now

I was down for you
At one point in my life
Down for you
Once upon a time
You held me down
Now you just holding me back

Tell me why my exes besties now
Thinking pics gon' stress me out
Mad that I won't sex 'em now
Y'all just look depressin' in those sweatsuits

Doing lines in the restroom
All y'all dressed like, "Who dressed you? "
Forever 21, God bless you
Girl, we use to pop them bottles of that champagne
Now you in the closet of the club doing cheap cocaine
Thank God that's over

Hey, hey
I know you wanna run back to me but it's too late
Ain't no room left for you in the Wraith
You had to go left so I got you replaced
Nah, met your best friend, guess she got good taste
She wanna find out what Juicy J tastes like
Eyes red like the Rolls-Royce brake lights
I got my shades on even in the late night
'Cause if I lift my wrist I might blind myself
I got a hand full of ice but this kind don't melt
You think you can do better, you just lyin' to yourself
Can't name one nigga that can never keep up
My last chick wasn't dope enough, I had to re-up

I was down for you
At one point in my life
Down for you
Once upon a time
You held me down
Now you just holding me back

Tell me why my exes besties now
Thinking pics gon' stress me out
Mad that I won't sex 'em now
Y'all just look depressin' in those sweatsuits
Doing lines in the restroom
All y'all dressed like, "Who dressed you? "
Forever 21, God bless you
Girl, we use to pop them bottles of that champagne
Now you in the closet of the club doing cheap cocaine
Thank God that's over