
THREE (Dolce Jeans) Juice WRLD
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[Intro: Juice WRLD & Jamie Foxx]
Dolce
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Uh
[Chorus]
Off the Percs, got me scratchin' through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's a glass of the D'USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck, you want this dick say, "Please"
It ain't no bitch in my blood, nigga, don't play with me
Real nigga soul, brand new Balenci's, not a week old
Fuck them niggas that got my brother locked up, they told
If I wasn't busy gettin' money, I'd put a bullet right in they skull
Hardbody nigga, I don't ever fold
[Verse 1]
VV's, no Eskimo
Fucked your bitch with her friends, bonus round for the extra ho
My kids, in her throat like cinnamon
Truth is hard to swallow ho, uh
Yo, Pi'erre, pop outside, it's time to go (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ain't running through the six, but I got woes, uh
Friends turn to foes, money gettin' long
Aim the beam at yo' head, now you got a red nose (Woah-woah)
Glock .40 on me, finger the gun it's horny
Dolce
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Uh
[Chorus]
Off the Percs, got me scratchin' through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's a glass of the D'USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck, you want this dick say, "Please"
It ain't no bitch in my blood, nigga, don't play with me
Real nigga soul, brand new Balenci's, not a week old
Fuck them niggas that got my brother locked up, they told
If I wasn't busy gettin' money, I'd put a bullet right in they skull
Hardbody nigga, I don't ever fold
[Verse 1]
VV's, no Eskimo
Fucked your bitch with her friends, bonus round for the extra ho
My kids, in her throat like cinnamon
Truth is hard to swallow ho, uh
Yo, Pi'erre, pop outside, it's time to go (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ain't running through the six, but I got woes, uh
Friends turn to foes, money gettin' long
Aim the beam at yo' head, now you got a red nose (Woah-woah)
Glock .40 on me, finger the gun it's horny
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