You Wouldn’t Understand – Juice WRLD

Letra da Música You Wouldn’t Understand. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de Juice WRLD.

Oh-oh-oh, 9, oh, 9 this time (I’ma say this one time, one time only)
Water (gezin)
Wouldn’t understand
(‘Cause ski with me in this bitch, you know, gang shit)

What you don’t understand ’bout me is (yeah, what?)
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I— (what? Yeah)
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing, I— (oh-oh)
What you don’t understand ’bout me is (uh-huh)
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I— (uh-huh)
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing (woah)
I pop, I sip, I pour my lean, I—

I’m lost in my abyss (uh-huh)
Wake up, all I see is black, a solar eclipse (uh-huh)
All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip (uh-huh)
Told your bitch to get on her knees and suck the dick right (freak ho, yeah, yeah)
I’ma live my life like it’s my last days
Don’t believe in slow, I’m movin’ fast-paced
Ain’t no tom and jerry ’round here, ain’t no rat race
This is an outrage (this is an outrage)
Bitch, I ain’t sleep in like six days (I ain’t sleep in like six days)
Poppin’ percs, I can’t think straight (I can’t think straight)
I still run it like a relay, relay (race, race, race)

What you don’t understand ’bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I—
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour my lean, I—

I put the pill in the minerals (what else?)
Then I put it in my cereal, uh (what else?)
They look at me as a criminal (what else?)
Hate on the kid ’cause this shit gettin’ critical (ya’ dig?)
You got a lambo’ truck, it’s rented though (ya’ dig?)
Look at my car, you can’t, it’s tinted, ho (ya’ dig?)
Bad bitch in the back seat, got ten of those (ya’ dig?)
You kill it like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (ya’ dig?)

I got ’em puzzled, just like a riddle (uh)
Freestyle shit, I don’t ever spit written (uh)
Beat up the pussy, I don’t fuck with the kitten (shh)
Thirty clip hangin’ out the black ass smith and (shh)
Catch me listenin’ to john lennon (ayy)
With your bitch in Versace linens (ayy, bitch)
Or maybe ozzy, or maybe billy idol, that’s one of my idols livin’ (on God)
I’m in the party, I don’t really need no posse, I’m boolin’ with 150 (on God)
That’s my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted all over her titties (on God)
Remember hood rocks and stealin’ food out of hibachi, wouldn’t catch me tippin’ (on God)
Brand new shotty, twelve gauge on that body, don’t let me catch you slippin’ (grrah)

What you don’t understand ’bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I—
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour my lean, I—

I pour my lean up, oh
Maybe I should try water, huh
Nah, I’m on my way to fuck your auntie, ha-ha
And ski gon’ go back to fuck your auntie
If I’m high enough I’ll probably fuck your granny
My money older than your granny
Probably not, your granny old as fuck
I’m finna buy my granny a car
I don’t know which one yet though
I think she like corvettes, shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
oh, yeah and my dad, suck my fuckin’ dick
Uh, deadbeat
This doctor pepper good as fuck, I need some straight drop though