DJ Khaled – Juice WRLD DID Lyrics

DJ Khaled Juice WRLD DID Lyrics (feat. Juice WRLD)

We The Best Music
They ain’t believe in us
Juice WRLD did (We, n!gga)
DJ Khaled

DJ Khaled with them straps, I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, we the best, b!tch, I’m number one, uh-huh (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
b!tch, I’m rookie of the year, ain’t no runnin’ u-u-up (On God)
We ain’t runnin’ away from sh!t, we the ones runnin’ u-u-up (That’s on God)
No Limit gang the only gang, ain’t no other one (n!gga, that’s on God)
I’m gon’ b*ng what I b*ng, ain’t no changin’ up (On God)
Ain’t no changin’ up (On God, on God)

I’ma do my thing (I’ma do my—, uh)
Married to this cash (Married to this—, uh)
I’ma buy it a ring (Let’s go, let’s go)
My dreads, they hang (Let’s go, let’s go)
Like Shabba Ranks (Like Shabba Ranks)
My gun Chief Keef (Yeah)
The b!tch go b*ng-b*ng (Ba-ba-ba-baow)
I rap, I sing (Uh)
With the clan like it’s Wu-Tang (Uh)
But I hate n!gga* like Klu Klux (Uh)
Run up on me, I don’t give two f*cks (At all)
Chopper leave a n!gga so f*cked up (What else?)
Sewed up (What else?), sewed up (What else?)
Toe up from the floor up (Uh-huh)
Sip lean ’til I throw up (Uh-huh)
After I throw up, I’m gon’ pour up (Yeah)
I need another one (Uh)
Heat up on my hip, I up like the sunrise, I got another sun (Let’s go, let’s go)
Ran out of ammo, switched to my other holster, another gun (Grrah)
Damn, like, “He got another one?” (He does, yeah, yeah)

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DJ Khaled with them straps, I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, we the best, b!tch, I’m number one, uh-huh (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
b!tch, I’m rookie of the year, ain’t no runnin’ u-u-up (On God)
We ain’t runnin’ away from sh!t, we the ones runnin’ u-u-up (That’s on God)
No Limit gang the only gang, ain’t no other one (n!gga, that’s on God)
I’m gon’ b*ng what I b*ng, ain’t no changin’ up (On God)
Ain’t no changin’ up (On God, on God)

My gun a h*rny one (It is), that b!tch a thot alright (She will)
My gun a h*rny gun (She is), she down to f*ck all night, uh-huh (Uh-huh, she will)
She wanna f*ck all night, vacuum (Yeah, yeah), she wanna s*ck all night in my room (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rolls-Royce truck, Lambo truck, whatever one has the most leg room (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, that b!tch go vroom (Skrrt)
I won’t Tom Cruise her, the b!tch gon’ move
Still live like a Mission: Impossible dude (Uh-huh)
Gun sing like it got autotune (Uh-huh)
I’m T-Pain when it come to that tool (Uh-huh)
Money got longer when it come to that Uz’ (Uh-huh)
Sip lean, I’m still awake, no snooze (Uh-huh)
I’m on bullsh!t like Carlos Booz’ (Tell ’em)
I’m swervin’ with the Swervo tape all in my head (Let’s go)
I blow up like a turban on top of my head (Let’s go)
Codeine sip, ain’t no bourbon, no bourbon in here (On God)
Even though I’m a cowboy, gun smoke in the air, uh-huh (On God)

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DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, we the best, b!tch, I’m number one, uh-huh (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
b!tch, I’m rookie of the year, ain’t no runnin’ u-u-up (On God)
We ain’t runnin’ away from sh!t, we the ones runnin’ u-u-up (That’s on God)
No Limit gang the only gang, ain’t no other one (n!gga, that’s on God)
I’m gon’ b*ng what I b*ng, ain’t no changin’ up (On God)
Ain’t no changin’ up (On God, on God)

Oh, that’s on God
Oh, that’s on my life
Oh, havin’ the time of my life
Get in the way of that, n!gga, you gon’ die
Oh, 999
NLMB, No Limit gang, I’m in my prime, yeah
Don’t waste my money, don’t waste my time
Uh, come here, darling, have the time of your life
Come s*ck me sloppy, come here and get naughty
Come here and get naughty, come s*ck me sloppy
That b!tch be hidin’, in the back givin’ sloppy-toppy