Juice WRLD — No Laces

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Текст Juice WRLD — No Laces

[Intro]
Wear my Margielas with no laces, ‘ces, ‘ce

[Chorus]
Wear my Margielas with no laces, I hate being tied down
I don’t like to wait bae, I fake need it right now
Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house
Morning wood, smackdown, I’ma blow her back out
Next week I may fly out to Japan just to vibe out
Spend a couple thou’ on my pants, I’ma cash cow
Every day I’m on cash route, big dog, make a nigga back down
Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without the crack house

[Verse 1]
Oh-oh, I’ma live my life on go
Forever in my glow
Got the money coming in like go, go, go
All alone, I’m in my groove
If they say I’m anti-social you’ve been lied to
Ain’t nothin’ telling what I might do
In a shuttle, driving top with thе sunroof
Ain’t no telling who I might screw
I’m just playing, bae, I only want you, you, you
For you, all of thеse things, I would do
Oh, oh (Oh, oh)

[Chorus]
Wear my Margielas with no laces, I hate being tied down
I don’t like to wait bae, I fake need it right now
Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house
Morning wood, smackdown, I’ma blow her back out
Next week I may fly out to Japan just to vibe out
Spend a couple thou’ on my pants, I’ma cash cow
Every day I’m on cash route, big dog, make a nigga back down
Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without the crack house

[Verse 2]
Holdin’ it down, run the town, smoking a pound, with my dogs
Guns work like merry-go-around, spin ’em ’round and make ’em fall
Uh, yeah, in love, I fall, make love and design the drugs
Ain’t no feeling like fuckin’ your broad
Especially you know that’s your broad
Especially you know it’s not a facade
The magic touch, make it divine
I’m a static shock, an electric boy
You let me in when I feel destroyed
I light up the night like the end of the tunnel
Then make her ride like a bike, Lance Armstrong how I fuck her
Ragu, how I’m drippin’ on you, I don’t follow the rules
Riding around, hell flames consumed my cool
Can you not tell I’m consuming you?
I can’t fly well, you’re my rocket fuel
[Chorus]
Wear my Margielas with no laces, I hate being tied down
I don’t like to wait bae, I fake need it right now
Waking up, sun in my eyes in a big house
Morning wood, smackdown, I’ma blow her back out
Next week I may fly out to Japan just to vibe out
Spend a couple thou’ on my pants, I’ma cash cow
Every day I’m on cash route, big dog, make a nigga back down
Rick Ross, pockets all fat now, did it without the crack house