Juice WRLD – Jeffery

Juice WRLD – Jeffery Lyrics

Artist: Juice WRLD
Song: Jeffery

Money on me, hunnid on me (hunnid)
Money on me, (hunnid, hunnid)
Money on me, (ayy)
Hunnid on me (hunnid, hunnid)

Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon’ catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the g-star on my jeans
She ask me if i love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young rich n#gg#, that’s a guarantee
I be with them killers like jeffrey

No dahmer, i’m a problem
You a goon cool, i got goblins
f#ck with me, make you lеak like a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrt, now i’m nausеous

I don’t sip the lean, used to love codeine cause i love to dream
Now mix henny with the rémy, cause i love to drink
And i don’t love to think
Feel like i’m finna puke

Can’t do it on the mink, me
Money on the way, what is the, hold up, hold up
I can’t drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire (hahaha)

Ain’t no lookin’ back, all that broke sh#t dead
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon’ catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the g-star on my jeans

She ask me if i love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young rich n#gg#, that’s a guarantee

I be with them killers like jeffrey
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want a altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew

They know i be makin’ moves
W gang, i can’t ever lose, like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool, like your boyfriend
He a b#tch, n#gg# i went to school with your boyfriend

Real as hell, i came from my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend
That’s how that sh#t go, she do coke, i gotta make it snow
Pull up with the pole, like who want smoke

L-o-l to the bank, richer than a joke
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon’ catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the g-star on my jeans

She ask me if i love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young rich n#gg#, that’s a guarantee

I be with them killers like jeffrey
I see faces when i’m tweakin’ off the shrooms
Real n#gg#, i just walked in the room
Freestyling, i ain’t got to write for you

She gon’ do the coke, she gon’ snort the white for you
Run up, you gon’ die, yes, i got my nine on me
Don’t f#ck with no haters, don’t f#ck with fake homies
Do this by my lonely, run up then its over

We march on yo’ body, i feel like a soldier
I just popped the molly, now i’m as high as i 〈.?.〉
I feel like drake or something, it ain’t over till its over
I don’t need a driver, b#tch, i need a chauffeur

I’m a survivor, can’t 〈.?.〉
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon’ catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the g-star on my jeans

She ask me if i love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young rich n#gg#, that’s a guarantee

I be with them killers like jeffrey
They don’t want smoke
That’s your girl, was she just the average hoe?
Yeah, i f#cked her, but she kept it on the low

Nobody gonna know
If i catch ’em, i’ma catch ’em, i’ma blow
.40 give ’em a kiss, mistletoe
n#gg#s they be acting like some hoes

I be balling now just like a pro, pro
I’ma f#ck that b#tch on the low
Pull up on the scene, .40 make ’em bleed
Feel like freddy krueger, how i’m up in your dreams

Yeah, i keep a ruger, you ain’t f#ckin’ with me
Shorty want to kick it, this is not a soccer team
Got away with worse, i feel like i’m (?)-tes
She gon’ do it all, she gon’ hold the glock for me

If i’m in the way then she gon’ get shot for me
Ay ay, but i still got the glock on me
Really? you don’t f#ck with me
Run up on me, we gon’ make you bleed

Tell ’em “rest in peace”
Uh ay, i ain’t worried ’bout my enemies
They know i got the inner-peace
n#gg#s really trying trouble me

Yeah yeah, ay ay
Balling like a triple double till i’m out of trouble
n#gg#s thinking that they balling till i catch ’em double
n#gg#s want the trouble, sh#t, we singing it on the double

My shroom bombs, i ain’t talking truffles
Make ’em dance, .40 make him cupid shuffle, bombing on my pants
Boy these b#tches costs a duffle, run up, you get trapped
Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon’ catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the g-star on my jeans
She ask me if i love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young rich n#gg#, that’s a guarantee
I be with them killers like jeffrey
I’m f#cked up, so i talk with a slur

Think about money, i don’t think ’bout her
Beat the p#ss# up, ooh, you can hear it purr
I’ma shoot him up, ooh, feel like larry bird
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Juice WRLD Lyrics – Jeffery

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Release Year: 2019