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Juice Wrld - Late Nights Fiji Lyrics

[Intro]
Baby, I'm stone cold
Ridin’ with the same pole
Sound like a drumroll
Countin' up bankrolls
Too much Molly, I bite down
Then knock his lights out
Semi-automatic on me right now
But I'm in Chi-Town

[Chorus]
Niggas hatin’ on the real
Keep that bitch concealed
Told you I ain't never give a fuck how you feel
Late nights off the pills
My bro doin' drills
This not, wasn't fake shit
This that shit for real
Late nights off the pills
Brother doin' drills
Momma mad as fuck, she tried to keep me out the field
My weapon concealed
Try me if you want
Nigga, you get killed
You get stunned
[Verse 1]
Smoke on some dope
On my dick, she gon' choke
She a ho on thе low
Yeah, I know
Yeah, I know
She finna fuck on my brothеrs, ayy
Magnum on me, that's a rubber, ayy
That 'lil bitch, she undercover, ayy
I could never ever love her, ayy
I kicked that bitch out my crib, yeah
I kicked that bitch out my brib, yeah
I do not care how you live, yeah
I’m on the Percocet 10, yeah
I fucked that bitch then her friend, yeah
I take a trip up to France, yeah
Up in Dior, I’ma dance, yeah
I feel like I am the man, yeah
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, all that
Tell your man to fall back
Fuck nigga, I don't like that
Freestyle shit, don’t write that
Go ahead, snort that white up
I was in the cut with a new gun
Haven't seen a real nigga since I been in here, looked in the mirror, I seen one
[Chorus]
Niggas hatin' on the real
Keep that bitch concealed
Told you I ain't never give a fuck how you feel
Late nights off the pills
My bro doin’ drills
This not, wasn't fake shit
This that shit for real
Late nights off the pills
Brother doin' drills
Momma mad as fuck, she tried to keep me out the field
My weapon concealed
Try me if you want
Nigga, you get killed
You get stunned

[Verse 2]
I'm rockin' Commo Garesawn
I mean Comme Des Garçon
And I'm still rockin' BAPE
Baby, I'm goin' ape
I drop a four in my Sprite
Damn it, I love the taste
Damn it, I love to waste away
Don't got a knife, got a razor blade
I got a gun with a razor blade
I let it rip like a Beyblade
Fuckin' your bitch, that's my lady
Turned the trap house to a safe place
Pull up on the scene with an AK
Man down, bitch, no mayday
Chief Keef daughter with a new gun
Two AKs, call 'em Kay Kay
Had to fuck his bitch in the studio, yeah, ayy
Dye my hair and dread it, feel like Coolio, yeah, ayy
This some Gucci on me, this ain't Coogi, ho, yeah, ayy
I got a Gucci bitch who got a coochie, ho, yeah, ayy
I been sippin' water, only Fiji though, yeah, ayy
Chopper wet 'em up, that's a squeegee, ho, yeah, ayy
I be with my brothers like Luigi, ho, yeah, ayy
Hit my trap phone if you need me, ho
[Chorus]
Niggas hatin' on the real
Keep that bitch concealed
Told you I ain't never give a fuck how you feel
Late nights off the pills
My bro doin' drills
This not, wasn't fake shit
This that shit for real
Late nights off the pills
Brother doin' drills
Momma mad as fuck, she tried to keep me out the field
My weapon concealed
Try me if you want
Nigga, you get killed
You get stunned