
Screamin’ (Acknowledge It) Juice WRLD
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[Intro]
(Pax Gimmick)
On bezel, bezel, uh
On bezel, uh
AP bezel, I'm fly like a—, mhm
Yeah, ATL Jacob, yeah, yeah
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Chorus]
Yeah, AP bezel, I'm fly like a pelican
I'ma ball 'til they think that I'm John Wall
I'ma ball 'til they give me a letterman
Shorty give me good brain like a scholarship
Told her I couldn't help but acknowledge it
Woadie pop at your noggin and abdomen
Told her put my dick right where her tonsil is
I'ma shoot like my name Stojaković
Your nigga a female dog, yeah, he a bitch, uh
Louis V, uh, cheetah print
Uh, on thе court all day, I don't need a bench
Uh, Perc-30's all day, I need a itch
Give hеr the dick, she need it
Lamborghini the truck, I'm speedin'
Fuckin' off in her guts, she screamin' (Uh, yeah)
[Verse]
Yeah, I'm strapped up like I'm Gilbert Arenas
I'm macked up like I'm flirtin' with bad hoes
Keep them strappas on deck if you need 'em
Do 'em dirty, left 'em at the cleaners
Louis V imprinted on my sneakers
I called a play while they up in the bleachers
Run with the sack, it's victory season (Yeah, yeah)
(Pax Gimmick)
On bezel, bezel, uh
On bezel, uh
AP bezel, I'm fly like a—, mhm
Yeah, ATL Jacob, yeah, yeah
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Chorus]
Yeah, AP bezel, I'm fly like a pelican
I'ma ball 'til they think that I'm John Wall
I'ma ball 'til they give me a letterman
Shorty give me good brain like a scholarship
Told her I couldn't help but acknowledge it
Woadie pop at your noggin and abdomen
Told her put my dick right where her tonsil is
I'ma shoot like my name Stojaković
Your nigga a female dog, yeah, he a bitch, uh
Louis V, uh, cheetah print
Uh, on thе court all day, I don't need a bench
Uh, Perc-30's all day, I need a itch
Give hеr the dick, she need it
Lamborghini the truck, I'm speedin'
Fuckin' off in her guts, she screamin' (Uh, yeah)
[Verse]
Yeah, I'm strapped up like I'm Gilbert Arenas
I'm macked up like I'm flirtin' with bad hoes
Keep them strappas on deck if you need 'em
Do 'em dirty, left 'em at the cleaners
Louis V imprinted on my sneakers
I called a play while they up in the bleachers
Run with the sack, it's victory season (Yeah, yeah)
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