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Juice WRLD

Biscotti In The Air*

in JW5*

Leggi il Testo,la Traduzione in Italiano, scopri il Significato e guarda il Video musicale di Biscotti In The Air* di Juice WRLD contenuta nell'album JW5*. “Biscotti In The Air*” è una canzone di Juice WRLD. Biscotti In The Air* Lyrics.

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Lyrics from Snippets

Hm, yeah, this nigga crazy
Bae, say somethin' on the mic
Bitch I'm high as fuck
Fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, all that shit

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Fuck her over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
...uh, yeah
Nigga, what's good?
Four of my niggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah
Wish you would, who do you think you are? Young Suge, uh, yeah
Gettin' in good, leave 'em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah)
Roll up woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Bitch)
Where'd all the real ones go? We the only real ones, uh (That's for real)
We in yo' place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (That's for real)
I miss my dog, let me fall, make him feel us (Us)
Won't stop 'till we see blood, make him feel the real us (Baow, baow, baow)
Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)
From the pain in our brains when they took when I gained (Uh, uh)
Now the days ain't the same
Make me wanna scream out they names (Let's go)
No reply, so we gettin' high, plottin' from the other side

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Fuck her over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

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Leggi il Testo,la Traduzione in Italiano, scopri il Significato e guarda il Video musicale di Biscotti In The Air* di Juice WRLD contenuta nell'album JW5*. “Biscotti In The Air*” è una canzone di Juice WRLD. Biscotti In The Air* Lyrics.

TESTO - Juice WRLD - Biscotti In The Air*

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VIDEO MUSICALE

TESTO - Juice WRLD - Biscotti In The Air*

Lyrics from Snippets

Hm, yeah, this nigga crazy
Bae, say somethin' on the mic
Bitch I'm high as fuck
Fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, all that shit

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Fuck her over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
...uh, yeah
Nigga, what's good?
Four of my niggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah
Wish you would, who do you think you are? Young Suge, uh, yeah
Gettin' in good, leave 'em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah)
Roll up woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Bitch)
Where'd all the real ones go? We the only real ones, uh (That's for real)
We in yo' place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (That's for real)
I miss my dog, let me fall, make him feel us (Us)
Won't stop 'till we see blood, make him feel the real us (Baow, baow, baow)
Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)
From the pain in our brains when they took when I gained (Uh, uh)
Now the days ain't the same
Make me wanna scream out they names (Let's go)
No reply, so we gettin' high, plottin' from the other side

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Fuck her over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

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