Juice WRLD  Homocide lyrics, proles

Homocide

Artist : Juice WRLD

Release at : 25 Feb 2021

Juice WRLD Homocide Lyrics

[Intro]

You ain't gotta stay, bitch, you can leave

(Wheezy outta here)


[Verse]

You ain't gotta stay, bitch, you can leave

She wasn't tryna ride my dick like a ten speed

Yeah, I keep a gun on my hip, don't tempt me

You a ho, you a ho, nigga, you got a pimp

I'm ballin' out like Derrick Rose, Chicago in this bitch

Swerve, I just got a Murciélago, pull up, park it on the curb

Sold out shows, flexin' outside my concerts

Fans watchin', twelve watchin', money comin', hoes jockin'


[Chorus]

Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber

I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider

Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me

Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me

Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber

I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider

Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me

Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me


[Open Verse]


[Chorus]

Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber

I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider

Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me

Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me

Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber

I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider

Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me

Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me



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