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- Artist: Juice Wrld
- Song name: You Wouldn’t Understand
- Genre: Hip-hop/Rap
- Released: 2021
The multi-talented rapper & song writer Juice Wrld dishes out this wonderful studio single titled “You Wouldn’t Understand” which serve as one of his rated song and we made the track available for free download here on our website.
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Juice WRLD — You Wouldn’t Understand Lyrics
oh, oh, oh9, oh, 9 this time (I’ma say this one time, one time only)Water (what you don’t understand)Got Ski with me in this bitch, you know? Gang shitWhat you don’t understand ’bout me is (yeah)I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing (what? What? Yeah)I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing, I (whoa)Huh (uh)What you don’t understand ’bout me is (uh-huh)I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing (uh-huh)I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing (whoa)I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, II’m lost in my abyss (uh-huh)Wake up, all I see is black, a solar eclipse (uh-huh)All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip (uh-huh)Told your bitch to get on her knees and suck the dick right (freak ho, yeah, yeah)I’ma live my life like it’s my last daysDon’t believe in slow, I’m movin’ fast pacedAin’t no Tom and Jerry ’round here, ain’t no rat raceThis is an outrage (this is an outrage)I ain’t sleep in like six days (I ain’t sleep in like six days)Poppin’ percs, I can’t think straight (I can’t think straight)I still run it like a relay, relay (run it, run it)What you don’t understand ’bout me isI never gave a fuck about a goddamn thingI wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thingI pop, I sip, I pour up lean, II break the pill into minerals (what else?)Then I put it in my cereal, uh (what else?)They look at me as a criminal (what else?)Hate on the kid ’cause this shit getting critical (ya dig?)You got a Lambo truck, it’s rented though (ya dig?)Look at my car, you can’t, it’s tinted, ho (ya dig?)Bad bitch in the back seat, got ten of those (ya dig?)Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (ya dig?)I got ’em puzzled just like a riddle (uh)Freestyle shit, I don’t ever spit writtens (uh)Beat up the pussy, I don’t fuck with the kitten (shh)Thirty clip hangin’ out the black-ass Smith & me listenin’ to John Lennon (ayy)With your bitch in Versace linens (ayy, bitch)Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy IdolThat’s one of my idols livin’ (on God)I’m in the party, I don’t really need no posseI’m boolin’ with 150 (on God)That’s my shawty, finna get the boy name tattedAll over her titties (on God)Remember Huaraches and stealin’ food out of HibachiWouldn’t catch me tippin’ (on God)Brand new shotty, twelve-gauge on that bodyDon’t let me catch you slippin’, yeah, yeah (grrah)What you don’t understand ’bout me isI never gave a fuck about a goddamn thingI wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thingI pop, I sip, I pour up lean, II pour my lean, ohYeah, maybe I should try water, huhWater, water
