Juice WRLD RIP

Yeah ahah humhum
Tu le sais on en est tous au même point
Une addiction qu’on peut enlever
Une addiction sur tout ce que tu ingurgites
Tu dois te dire il est fou lui
Oui je suis bien fou comme toi
Oh Oh

Juicy WRLD we miss me
I’m not alone you miss me all

humhum humhum
Yeah nock nock
Oh oh

MAKE A MOVIE
Stupid oh fuck my friends
J’adore mon couloir et jouer à mes jeux
J’adore mon couloir et jouer à mes jeux

Huh Huh
Huh Huh
My first time to rap man
Hip hop never stop women

Bitch
Bitch

HuhHuh
humhummm

I have the bro
He have a gun yo
Not do close to me
Not close to me
Drink molly
Drink molly

HuhHuh

Fuck is you doing, ho
Fuck my friends, fuck who is screwing, ho, uh
Fuck is you doing, ho
Library book you overdo it, ho, uh
What is you doing, ho
Fucking my friends who is you screwing, ho, uh
What is you doing, ho
Fucking my friends who is you screwing, ho
I’m in my own lane, playing my own game
Let’s play, let’s play
I do my own thing, diamonds on my chain, ok, ok
I’m in my lane, I love my lane, my lane
Playing my games, playing mind games, mind games
Everyday just like a studio
Got some dreads in my head like I’m Coolio
This is Gucci which mix with the Pucci, though
I ain’t really rocking no Pucci, ho
I ain’t really rocking no Fuji, ho
I’m getting water like Fiji, ho
I’m getting water like Fiji, ho
Fuck my friends

I’m a superstar parti trop tôt
Je vois comment tu as été brillant
Ca m’illumine Ca millumenine.

oh Oh

bitch

oh Oh

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, bitch, huh, bitch, uh, yeah, huh
Huh
(Mumbling)
This ain’t none of your business, bitch, the fuck is you on, uh
I have a blunt and I have a perc I feel like I’m gone, uh
Transforming that car, what the fuck is this car, It’s a Megatron, uh
I feel like I’m Call of Duty with the Uzi the way that I spawn, uh
I feel like your father is something the way that I fuck on your mom
Uh, and every day I wake up praying to god for some of them commas
I’m on the come up, daring a nigga to run-up
I’m in the cut with a gun up
Hot like the sun I ball like the OKC thunder
Shit, under that bitch need a plunger
I swear that I’m hungry, I’m high off the shit I got munchies
I’m high off the shit I got munchies, uh, yeah
It’s Givenchy, Abercrombie, I wear it
No Abercrombie, uh, ayy
I pick the flow up, mixing the Henny and lean I’m a throw-up
Lean on my hip I can’t wait I’m a pour up, uh
.40 on me I’m a show-up
.40 on me you don’t want no smoke
LOL to the bank but it ain’t no joke
I’m a rich ass nigga and they too broke
I’m a hit the pitch like a fucking high note
Michael Phelps in the shit make her hit a backstroke, uh, uh
Throwing bands what the fuck is you tryna shake your ass fo’, uh
All the way turnt up
Got damn, this the brand new Rosco Dash flow, uh, uh
I’m a catch this bitch hold on, uh
Look
I feel like a poet, I’m spazzing
That .40 on me fire just like a dragon
I’m off of the Xanax, I really be dragging
I don’t fuck with niggas I swear they be maggots
Get off of me, uh
I get the money monopoly
Ain’t talking money I don’t do the talking
All of my niggas get money
You run-up, I’m gunning
Don’t take this shit from me, uh
High off of everything
Married to money that bitch need a wedding ring
Move on the better thing, move on the wetter thing
I got Berreta on me, let Berreta sing
I get the cheddar for real like a rat
Run up when we round applause you get clapped
I got that gun like I’m Santa or something
Christmas, Hell, yeah, on my lap
Shake up with my guys no dap, mhm
Believe that, hmm

Thank you, very much Juice
For being with us, yeah
Thanks, for having me, lit
Freestyle was hard
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Very hard
Anytime you want, anytime you’re in Paris you come in the Mouv’ live club
When you come
Man, I’ma always stop by here

Juice WRLD RIP

Yeah i’m in paris
Passion de vie,
Donne moi la vie.
Elle ne peut pas, elle…
Gagne en vie parce qu’elle est elle.
Donne vie. Donne vie.
Je peux raper pour toujours pour te dire que ca prendra vie.
Un fou dise t il, i feel like a chapiom
Une étoile, une étoile, un champion.
Tu m’illumines niggas, yo
Ca sonne cela brille dans ma tête, oh oh

I don’t wanna know
I’ma fall down, uh
I ain’t finna fall down
Fourth-quarter, shorty, I’ma ball out
Don’t go to work, baby, call out
Ain’t no waitin’, no stall now
I’m finna ball out
Fourth-quarter, shorty, no call outs
Don’t go to work, baby, just call out, uh
In the bedroom, all out
Percs on the counter
I can’t wait to take ’em
Blunts on the counter
I can’t wait to face it
Bad lil’ bitch, yeah
She be my favorite
All my songs, they all on her playlists
I don’t really know how to say it but I’ma say it
I don’t really know if she take it but she can take it
I don’t slow it down unless I’m in the matrix
Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin
Here it go
I’m not the same nigga that I was a year ago
I thank God every day for it, it’s a miracle
In the trap House singing negro spirituals, yeah
Aunt Jemima, best believe I’m in trap, goin’ entry lining
Pull up on ’em with the Rollie, that’s perfect timing and
I guess that means that the stars aligning, uh
Gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back in my seat reclining
I call that shit perfect timing
I’m in another country getting new money
My money had depression, yeah, that’s blue money
Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew or something, uh, uh
Listen to the way that, I flow on this shit is off the top, like a wave cap
Pull up on the scene you get knocked like the bass back
Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
And that’s where the bitch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
And that’s where the bitch put her face at

For this mother, one more
One more, who, one more…

Alex Wills

22:09

08/11/2023