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Juice Wrld - Mrs Fifa Lyrics

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[Intro]
I’m chillin' with my, uh
Chillin' with my feet up
Oh oh, oh
Oh, mmm, uh
Smokin' Cookie Crisp
Smokin' Cookie Crisp, stupid bitch
Smoking Cookie Crisp
Huh

[Chorus]
Chilling with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
She gon do the white like Justin Bieber (Uh, hey)
...
Chilling in my ride with my heater
'Cause niggas, they be hating for no reason
And every season money makin' season
And the broke niggas still havin’ cold, cold winter

[Verse 1]
Oh, oh
My life been a wild ride
You try me, then you gon' die
My killers come from the east side
…
It's 'cause the whole world mine, it's all mine
So if you get out of line, you gettin' flat lined
Ridin' round LA with mine, throwing up gang signs
In my crib, I keep a stash, a couple Glock 9's
Favorite pills make me livin' in high tide (Uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Chilling with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
She gon do the white like Justin Bieber (Uh, hey)
...
Chilling in my ride with my heater
'Cause niggas, they be hating for no reason
And every season money makin' season
And the broke niggas still havin’ cold, cold winter

[Verse 2]
…pills pop, guns tote
P-T-S-D is real, no joke
A-S-A-P, need pills pronto
Perc's a cure, I'm finna splurge
If I'm running out of pills, I'ma start up a purge
Huh, yeah, yee-haw cowboy, we gone
A-215 had me dreaming
Can't feel no pain, I mean it
I'm out of my brain, it's scenic
This shit you never seen, bitch I seen it, I mean it
Pills holding me down, curtaining me out
Now I'm on top, I'm in the clouds
Still have my demons all around, day to day I slay them down
Numbing the pain with the drugs and sex
Fucking that bitch so good like wow
Just like how?, I don't know how
Think about Perc' 30s and smile
Since I got some money now, I'm known to throw a couple things
I throw hands, I throw bands
Won't throw in the towel
And I don't throw shade
I'm throwin' shells if I need it
I'ma throw your heart, bae I mean it
I'm getting high like Bonaparte
No checking lanes, I'm speedin'
[Chorus]
Chilling with my feet up
Heard she wanna kick it, come here Mrs. FIFA
I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever (Uh, hey)
She gon do the white like Justin Bieber (Uh, hey)
...
Chilling in my ride with my heater
'Cause niggas, they be hating for no reason
And every season money makin' season
And the broke niggas still havin’ cold, cold winter