Juice WRLD – Hearse [Studio Session]

Juice WRLD – Hearse [Studio Session] Lyrics

Artist: Juice WRLD
Song: Hearse [Studio Session]

Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Her n#gg# say i got a gucci purse

But what i got in this purse’ll get ’em murked (pew, whoo, bing)
Load ’em up, put ’em in a hearse
Yeah, yuh, yuh, skrrt, skrrt (load ’em up)
Yeah, what

Her n#gg# say i got a gucci purse (uh-huh)
But what i got in here prolly get him murked (uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (uh-huh)
Ballin’ out super hard, kyrie irv’ (uh-huh)

And her n#gg# say i got the louis purse (uh-huh)
But what i got in here prolly get him murked (uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, get him murked (uh-huh)
Every day, i ball out, kyrie irving (uh-huh)

I’ma swerve in the suburbs off the bourbon (woah, woah)
Off a pеrky, i’m a whole different pеrson (woah, woah)
On my ig, sh#t, she be lurkin’ (woah, woah)
On some high-key sh#t, my heart hurtin’ (mhm)

I can’t never trust a ho again, no, no, no (no)
Run up on me, load it up, and then i let it go (go)
.40 give a n#gg# a kiss like a mistletoe (what)
Only take one shot b#tch, i ain’t missin’ ho (yeah)

Shoot my shot with any b#tch, but i ain’t missin’ ho (yeah)
I may love her while i f#ck her, i won’t miss her though (yeah)
All the lies that she told to my earlobe (yeah)
In her eyes i’m still her hero (yeah)

Bank account got commas and zeros (yeah)
You don’t wanna know how much they got me for (yeah)
Really love it when you suck me sloppy, ho (yeah)
Turn a n#gg# brains into sloppy joe, woah (baow, baow, yeah)

Her n#gg# say i got a gucci purse
But what i got in this purse’ll get ’em murked (gang, gang, gang)
Load ’em up, put ’em in a hearse (9-9-9, woah)
Load ’em up

Her n#gg# say i got a gucci purse (uh-huh)
But what i got in here prolly get him murked (uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (uh-huh)
Ballin’ out super hard, kyrie irv’ (uh-huh)

And her n#gg# say i got the louis purse
But what i got in here prolly get him murked (uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, get him murked (uh-huh)
Every day, i ball out, kyrie irving (uh-huh)

I’ma swerve in that suburban off the bourbon (woah woah)
A perky and the erky, a whole different person (woah, woah)
I remember my brother was in the streets lurking (woah)
I wear prada on me 〈.?.〉 (mhm)

Rip 〈.?.〉, 〈.?.〉 on my logo (go)
Everyday is so so, never have a good day (no)
Always have a great day, man down baby mayday (woah)
She don’t cross the street but i know these hoes goin both ways (yeah)

I flew my hoe out to cali i just had to vacay (yeah)
Run up in your trap house and turn it to a danger zone (yeah)
Ain’t no such thing as a safe place
Her n#gg# say i got a gucci purse (uh-huh)

But what i got in here prolly get him murked (uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (uh-huh)
Ballin’ out super hard, kyrie irv’ (uh-huh)
And her n#gg# say i got the louis purse

But what i got in here prolly get him murked (uh-huh)
Load it up, let it go, get him murked (uh-huh)
Every day, i ball out, kyrie irving (uh-huh)
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Release Year: 2019