Elevate

Juice WRLD

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    Don't care what no nigga say, I'm gettin' to this paper
    I'm too rich to listen anyway so save that shit for later
    Bitch my bank account on heavyweight, my shit on Joe Frazier
    I get high so I can elevate and fly over Heaven
    40 make 'em hyperventilate, gun a blood thinner
    She do cocaine off a dinner plate
    Instead of eatin' dinner
    That shit got her gettin' thinner
    Perky, money makin', my agenda
    Nigga you pussy, switchin' up your gender
    You still fuckin' bitches on Tinder
    I wouldn't even smash on a bitch
    Get top then get passed to the clique
    On codeine, doin' the dash in a whip
    Shooter with me like Steve Nash with the clip
    Smoke gas, put good vibes in the air
    That bitch she strike a pose in the mirror
    I know she miss me when I'm not there
    Miss runnin' her slutty hands through my hair

    Then put me to sleep, have a nightmare
    Fight demons off the drugs like, yeah
    My percs, be my strap, it's a. 30 up in here
    In six months, five times plat (Five times plat)
    Rapper of the year
    Shout out Thug, that's my slatt, shit is slimey over here
    Then put me to sleep, have a nightmare
    Fight demons off the drugs like, yeah
    My percs, be my strap, it's 30 up in here
    In six months, five times plat (Five times plat)
    Rapper of the year
    Shout out Thug, that's my slatt, shit is slimey over here, yeah

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    Don't care what no nigga say, I'm gettin' to this paper
    I'm too rich to listen anyway so save that shit for later
    Bitch my bank account on heavyweight, my shit on Joe Frazier
    I get high so I can elevate and fly over Heaven
    40 make 'em hyperventilate, gun a blood thinner
    She do cocaine off a dinner plate
    Instead of eatin' dinner
    That shit got her gettin' thinner
    Perky, money makin', my agenda
    Nigga you pussy, switchin' up your gender
    You still fuckin' bitches on Tinder
    I wouldn't even smash on a bitch
    Get top then get passed to the clique
    On codeine, doin' the dash in a whip
    Shooter with me like Steve Nash with the clip
    Smoke gas, put good vibes in the air
    That bitch she strike a pose in the mirror
    I know she miss me when I'm not there
    Miss runnin' her slutty hands through my hair

    Song details

    Composition: Nick Mira and Juice Wrld

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