Juice WRLD – Murder Rate Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the fuck up, I can’t concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah)
If you try me today, you gon’ die today
On my knees, I been praying for better days
I don’t mean an assist, tryna fade away (Hoo, shit)
Yeah, I be up working all night and days
Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me
No, I don’t mean that bitch is surrounding me
Ain’t no know me I won’t ever change up
All my niggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, I should be in a Range Rove’
I’ma pull up, I’m doing a high speed

[Verse 1]
Weezy F made it, I’m finna kill it, go ahead and bury it
I got my gun, I’ma Mariah Carey it
I love the money so much I’ma marry it
Don’t know how to act, I feel like a barbarian
He don’t want beef, that nigga vegetarian
Gun with a silencer like a librarian
I be the reason all these bitches staring
She swallows my kids, not good at parenting
Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances
I got a Lamborghini from the dealership
If I don’t buy a car I put it on my wrist (Bling, bling)
Rocking red just like Popovich
Shooting no stock ain’t nobody stopping it
They pocket watching ain’t nobody [?]
[?] MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh)
My niggas coming for you (Ooh)
My niggas coming for you (Ooh)
Ain’t no telling what they gon’ do
Catch ya at the red light, pull up, vroom
She ride my dick like a witch on a broom
When he walked in, we smell bitch in the room
Ayy, shoot that dude
Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool

[Chorus]
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the fuck up, I can’t concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah)
If you try me today, you gon’ die today
On my knees, I been praying for better days
I don’t mean an assist, tryna fade away (Hoo, shit)
Yeah, I be up working all night and days
Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me
No, I don’t mean that bitch is surrounding me
Ain’t no know me I won’t ever change up
All my niggas, they really stay down for me
Double R, I should be in a Range Rove’
I’ma pull up, I’m doing a high speed

[Open Verse]

Cardi B – Rollin lyrics

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick

[Verse 1]
Look, show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I’m not a bum bitch, I’m a boss bitch
You sideline, I’m center stage
I don’t even get involved with it
If it don’t make me cum or it don’t get me paid
If it’s not the money then it’s “poof, be gone”
Steal your man with my Doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches
And that Louis Vuitton our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want
Bitch, fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick

[Verse 2]
Look, I’m not a rider chick, I’m a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
‘Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God, I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club
They gon’ tell you we run that shit
I’m like the strip club, Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want somethin’, it’s, “Whatever, cop it”
Balenciaga, tell ’em check the closet
Heard you fuckin’ for that extra change
That’s why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be rollin’

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit

Mariah Carey – Lil Snowman lyrics

Below are the complete “Lil Snowman” lyrics by Mariah Carey displayed. These lyrics were added 3 hours ago.

Lil Snowman lyrics

Oh! I there !
Ooh my lil snowman
He’s the finest boy to me
He’s got them pretty little eyes
And the biggest belly you’ve ever seen
He’s got his hat to the back
Cause he’s cool like that
And they don’t know how he makes me feel

Ooh my lil snowman
Does what no one else can
You can’t tell me he ain’t for real
Baby, baby, my baby
Ooh ooh ooh