They All Talk (Make The News) Juice WRLD
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[Intro]
ATL Jacob
Uh-huh, y-yeah
Let's go
Woof, uh, ey, what up, what up?
I'ma hit it, oh
[Verse 1]
Uh, catch up (Let's go), uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, nigga catch up (Bitch), uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, nigga catch up (Bitch), uh, bitch catch up
Uh, nigga catch up (Bitch), uh, can't catch up
Uh, can't keep up (At all), streets hungrier than a bitch, gotta feed 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Niggas fake than a bitch, I don't need them (Nah)
All the fake ass bitches, you can keep them, too (Let's go)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you will make the news (For real)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you gon' make the news (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, hey)
I ain't playing with these niggas tryna boss up (Yeah)
Dolcе & Gabbana, spend a couple dollars on my joggers (Racks, racks, racks)
Uh, choppas on dеck, that's for anything, we never lose (No cap)
AP, Rollie, cost a grip, lil' nigga don't get confused (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Uh, these niggas all talk, these niggas all (Talk)
Uh, these niggas all talk, someone get 'em off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk shit, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh (Grrah, grrah, bow-bow)
ATL Jacob
Uh-huh, y-yeah
Let's go
Woof, uh, ey, what up, what up?
I'ma hit it, oh
[Verse 1]
Uh, catch up (Let's go), uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, nigga catch up (Bitch), uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, nigga catch up (Bitch), uh, bitch catch up
Uh, nigga catch up (Bitch), uh, can't catch up
Uh, can't keep up (At all), streets hungrier than a bitch, gotta feed 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Niggas fake than a bitch, I don't need them (Nah)
All the fake ass bitches, you can keep them, too (Let's go)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you will make the news (For real)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you gon' make the news (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, hey)
I ain't playing with these niggas tryna boss up (Yeah)
Dolcе & Gabbana, spend a couple dollars on my joggers (Racks, racks, racks)
Uh, choppas on dеck, that's for anything, we never lose (No cap)
AP, Rollie, cost a grip, lil' nigga don't get confused (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Uh, these niggas all talk, these niggas all (Talk)
Uh, these niggas all talk, someone get 'em off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss, 'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk shit, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh (Grrah, grrah, bow-bow)
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