Feel Like A God Juice WRLD
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[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
Sleepin' in the party, off the Perc's, I'm numb
Oh-oh, oh, yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
[Chorus]
Tweakin' in the party, off the Perc's, I'm numb
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one
[Post-Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these niggas lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
[Verse]
.40 on me, wrestling, look like John Cena, uh
You know what that means, you niggas ain't see it comin'
I be with them meddling kids, no Scooby, uh
You know what that means, we always keep the metal on us
Fuck with my slimes, that's an honor
I don't mind catching a body
Percocet pop with a Molly
Codeine cup, make me drowsy
Woah, woah, Juice, King Tut, gold on me
Yeah, you got your niggas, but what's a nigga to a army?
The perfect point guard, damn it, you niggas can't guard me
That's a mix of Jordan, Hardaway, and Kyrie Irving
Sleepin' in the party, off the Perc's, I'm numb
Oh-oh, oh, yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
[Chorus]
Tweakin' in the party, off the Perc's, I'm numb
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one
[Post-Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these niggas lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
[Verse]
.40 on me, wrestling, look like John Cena, uh
You know what that means, you niggas ain't see it comin'
I be with them meddling kids, no Scooby, uh
You know what that means, we always keep the metal on us
Fuck with my slimes, that's an honor
I don't mind catching a body
Percocet pop with a Molly
Codeine cup, make me drowsy
Woah, woah, Juice, King Tut, gold on me
Yeah, you got your niggas, but what's a nigga to a army?
The perfect point guard, damn it, you niggas can't guard me
That's a mix of Jordan, Hardaway, and Kyrie Irving
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