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Juice Wrld - I Hate Her Friends Session Lyrics

[Intro]
(Edsclusive)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I hate to say it, but I fell in love again
We needed a vacation, so we took a trip to France
I just spent two thousand on a shirt and pair of pants
If you niggas couldn't tell, I'm never goin' broke again
I love poppin' Percocets, my baby love the Xan's
Had to cuff her up, can't do that single shit again
I really love her style, but I really hate her friends
They be hatin' outside the club when they can't even get in

[Verse 1]
“Look at Me Now,” like Chris Brown
I'm a king, that's my queen, better bow down
All thе hoes on my line 'cause I'm up now, yеah
Come through when she not around, yeah
I'm just playin,' bae, you know I'm here to stay
This is real love, I ain't here to play
I need real drugs, not the fake Perc's, but the real ones
I remember I was caught up in my feelings
All these women starting to look like evil villains
Baby, you're a hero, you're so different
Had to put the drug talk down for a minute
Listen, this bitch got me trippin'
[Chorus]
Yeah, I hate to say it, but I fell in love again
We needed a vacation, so we took a trip to France
I just spent two thousand on a shirt and pair of pants
If you niggas couldn't tell, I'm never goin' broke again
I love poppin' Percocets, my baby love the Xan's
Had to cuff her up, can't do that single shit again
I really love her style, but I really hate her friends
They be hatin' outside the club when they can't even get in

[Verse 2]
Yeah, woke up in the morning (Yeah)
VVS, kill the global warming (Yeah)
VVS, had the coast storming (Yeah)
VVS, have his nose storming (Yeah)
CVS Pharmacy-cy-cy (Yeah)
Crystal meth, not for me-me-me (Yeah)
Breaking Bad on the street-street-street (Yeah)
Crystal meth, not for me-me-me (Yeah)
Got my flow back, bop on that bitch, call me Juice Kodak (Yeah)
Run up, get hit, choppa with the storm lag (Yeah)
Leave a nigga leaking, he gon' need a maxi pad (Yeah)
Harder than a nigga trying to catch a taxi cab (Yeah)
Call Of Duty with the Uzi, it's a nasty lag (Yeah)
Run up, you get hit, that choppa make a body bag (Yeah)
I be sober as a bitch, I need the Molly Man (Yeah)
Pop a ecstasy and then I start to molly dance (Yeah)
Shoot your boyfriend in the face, No, he ain't stand a chance (Okay)
Pop a molly, ecstasy and then I molly dance (Okay, oh yeah?)
Shoot your boyfriend in the face, No, he ain't stand a chance
(Pow, uh)
She told me that she hate me, and she got another man (Uh-huh)
(Yeah)
I told her "I need money", I don't care 'bout her ass (Yeah)
You talking dumb to me, then I leave you in the past (Yeah)
I run up with my chopper, cock it back, then let it blast (Yeah)
I want this forever, 'want it till the bitter end
I bought her the percs, I put the Berking on her bed (Yeah)
She will fuck you up, she keep the Glocky in the bag (Yeah)
She count it mad 'cause she knows that I got hoes now (Yeah)
I'm gon fuck 'em, kick their ass out (Yeah)
All the bros say she love me 'cause I'm up now
But I ain't paid for shit, so I'm gon' shut that shit down
Ándale, A.S.A.P, someone perky me
I was a loser, now everyday I be winning
Don't forget me, I know I'm really up in her seening
Balling like Dennis the Menace
I'ma break her back, like a record, call Guinness
But I can't fuck, 'cause if I fuck, she gon' fuck me up
[Pre-Chorus]
With my thing off the bean, she on percs now
Off a bean, I OD—
I won't fuck her anymore, we make love now
Still fuck them hoes on the xan out

[Chorus]
Yeah, I hate to say it, but I fell in love again
We needed a vacation, so we took a trip to France
I just spent two thousand on a shirt and pair of pants
If you niggas couldn't tell, I'm never goin' broke again
I love poppin' Percocets, my baby love the Xan's
Had to cuff her up, can't do that single shit again
I really love her style, but I really hate her friends
They be hatin' outside the club when they can't even get in