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Juice Wrld - In This Bitch Original Lyrics

[Intro]
(Mega, you played that boy)

[Chorus]
I need to slow it down
Pop me a Xan now, she in my pants now
Please don't touch these, that's a couple of grand now
Presidential Rollie like I'm up in the White House
Skate up on that nigga block, it look like a black out
I ain't flirtin' but everyday I bring the MAC out
That shit dead
No Bernie Mac now, in his head

[Verse 1]
Spazz, you know I'm finna spazz
I wanna get to the bag
I'm finna chase to the bag
No boast, no brag
Just shop, no tags
I'ma hit it from the back
Lean, don't know how to act
Pour too much, sip too much, throw it up
Turn me down, pop a drug, then turn me up
Pour it up, I got this shit out the dust
Got it out the mud, fuck a love or lust
Runnin' out of drugs, I gotta find another plug
Double cup the codeine, you know I got hella mud
I'm off oxy and molly, I'm taking hella drugs
I get lonely, I take drugs, I ain't gettin' love
Say she want this forever, but forever is whatever
Bitches change like the weather, I can't keep it together
Knock him out like Floyd, baby, money Mayweather
I know I'm that boy, baby, ballin' forever
[Chorus]
I need to slow it down
Pop me a Xan now, she in my pants now
Please don't touch these, that's a couple of grand now
Presidential Rollie like I'm up in the White House
Skate up on that nigga block, it look like a black out
I ain't flirtin' but everyday I bring the MAC out
That shit dead
No Bernie Mac now, in his head

[Verse 2]
I was animated off the 'shrooms
I see all the colors in the room, ayy
Third eye open, left eye closed
Choppa on the hip, fuck the 5-0
Rollie in a whole different time zone
I remember when I couldn't get an iPhone
Things change for the better, now the hoes gettin' wetter
C.D.G. on the sweater
Any weather, I'll wear it whenever

[Chorus]
I need to slow it down
Pop me a Xan now, she in my pants now
Please don't touch these, that's a couple of grand now
Presidential Rollie like I'm up in the White House
Skate up on that nigga block, it look like a black out
I ain't flirtin' but everyday I bring the MAC out
That shit dead
No Bernie Mac now, in his head