Lyrics Juice WRLD – Want To
Text:
Juice WRLD:
Uh, yeah, huh
What’s that belt? Hermes (Uh huh)
What’s that? New Patek (Uh huh)
Get her super wet (Uh huh)
Threw that bitch a bone, bone (Uh huh)
I told that bitch to fetch (Uh huh)
Did it on my own, own (Uh huh)
That’s why they’re upset (Uh huh)
Uh, chopper on my hip
These niggas still toting a tech (Uh huh)
That’s gon’ jam up on you
You gon’ get shot in your neck (Uh huh)
My gun transform to a robot
Call that bitch a mech (Uh huh)
I ain’t drinkin’ tonight
Baby, I’m on Percocets (Uh huh)
One, two, beat her boyfriend ass like one, two (Ya dig)
Her coochie taste good, soul food (Ya dig)
Don’t talk to me, I don’t know you (Ya dig)
You can follow me if you want to
You can swallow me if you want to
Tips hollow, and if you wanna die
Got it on me like fuck you (Grra, grra, grra)
Backwoods, dank rolled, big gas, bankroll
Chains ’round my neck, feel like Django
But I’m not a slave, ho, you should be my slave, ho
Rollie Ronald Reag’, ho, Presidential gang, oh
Backwoods, dank rolled, big gas, bankroll
‘Cause I’m not a slave, ho, but you should be my slave, ho
Rollie Ronald Reag’, ho, Presidential gang, oh
Playboi Carti:
Uh, don’t play with my slatt
Yeah, keepin’ that nine, huh, uh, double 0-9, yeah
She ain’t badder than mine, yeah, yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo
Can’t dress like this (Yeah, slatt)
Put a bag on a bitch (Bitch, yeah)
Put a bag on a nig’ (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bag full of bricks (Bricks, yeah)
Came in with a bitch (Yuh)
What you know about licks? (Know ’bout licks)
She know my ex (Know my ex)
And I sound like SEX (Slatt)
My bitch complex, yeah, lil shawty the best (Uh, yeah)
I’m in the brand new McLaren (Slatt)
And my seats all red (Yeah)
I got some brand new TECs (Yeah)
We on some brand new red
Pushin’ this shit real fast (Real fast)
Shawty gon’ fuck with a model
Fuck around, big, big bag (Bag)
Young rich nigga, can’t dump him (Brr, ah)
Juice WRLD:
Backwoods, dank rolled, big gas, bankroll
Chains ’round my neck, feel like Django
But I’m not a slave, ho, you should be my slave, ho
Rollie Ronald Reag’, ho, Presidential gang, oh
Backwoods, dank rolled, big gas, bankroll
Chains ’round my neck, no Django
‘Cause I’m not a slave, ho, but you should be my slave, ho
Rollie Ronald Reag’, ho, Presidential gang, oh