• Title:You Wouldn't Understand (Explicit)
  • Artist:Juice WRLD
  • Album:Fighting Demons (Explicit)
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  • Languages:en
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    You Wouldn't Understand (Explicit) - Juice WRLD
    Lyrics by：Max Lord/Jarad Higgins/Filip Gezin/Nils Noehden/Nedim Melkic
    Composed by：Max Lord/Jarad Higgins/Filip Gezin/Nils Noehden/Nedim Melkic
    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 b***h you know gang s**t
    What you don't understand 'bout me is
    Yeah what
    I never gave a f**k about a godd**n thing
    Yeah
    I wake up in the morning do my godd**n thing I
    Huh what you don't understand 'bout me is
    I wake up in the morning do my godd**n thing
    I pop I sip I pour up lean I
    I'm lost in my abyss
    Wake up all I see is black a solar eclipse
    All I know is guns and s*x load up the clip
    Told your b***h to get on her knees and suck the d**k 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
    I ain't sleep in like six days
    Poppin' Percs I can't think straight
    I still run it like a relay relay
    I break the pill into minerals
    Then I put it in my cereal uh
    They look at me as a criminal
    Hate on the kid 'cause this s**t gettin' critical
    You got a Lambo' truck it's rented though
    Look at my car you can't it's tinted ho
    Bad b***h in the back seat got ten of those
    Hit her like a dance gigolo-gigolo
    I got 'em puzzled just like a riddle
    Freestyle s**t I don't ever spit writtens
    Beat up the p***y I don't f**k with the kitten
    Thirty clip hangin' out the black-a*s Smith &
    Catch me listenin' to John Lennon
    With your b***h in Versace linens
    Or maybe Ozzy or maybe Billy Idol that's one of my idols livin'
    I'm in the party I don't really need no posse I'm boolin' with 150
    That's my shawty finna get the boy name tatted all over her titties
    Remember hood rocks and stealin' food out of Hibachi wouldn't catch me tippin'
    Brand new shotty twelve-gauge on that body don't let me catch you slippin'
    I pour my lean up oh
    Yeah maybe I should try water huh
    Water 'er