Tick Tock Juice WRLD

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[Intro: Juice WRLD & Kodak Black]
Yeah
(I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit)
Hey, yeah

[Chorus]
I don't got the time for a bitch (Tick, tock)
I don't got a dime for a bitch (Wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (Get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (Get off)
I don't got the time for a bitch (Tick, tock)
I don't got a dime for a bitch (Wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (Get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
That bitch in my head, parasite
Pull up in that Ghost, Poltergeist
Triple 9 my shit, fuck the pastors wife
Pull up with the pipe, shoot 'em 40 times
He don't want no smoke, cancerous
Prolly smoke him like a cancer stick
Give me head, no psychiatrist
Pulled up with that choppa, let it hit
You a clown, you a clown, IT
Playin' tag with that gun, you're it
Get the cash, fuck these hoes, that's it
Pockets fat, lookin' like Norbit

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