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Juice Wrld - Aint Livin Right Demo Lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm not goin' anywhere, Nikko)
(You'll fly too)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Put away your problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em
I be livin' life all wrong
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Forgiatos spinnin'
They look like my diamonds
Bitch, my Glock got a twin
Nigga that's two times
I'm on two Perc's again
Something don't feel right
But this shit real right, slatt
This shit real right? Uh
This that pure white crack
Yo' mom need that, uh
Lord knows she needed them nickel blows to function
This that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it, uh
Roll some tree in it, uh, fuck a freak in it, uh
I'ma do me in it
Timid, all these niggas timid, uh
All these niggas pussy, uh
Codeine in my sippy cup
I chug it, don't sip a lot
Your bitch on my dick a lot
I guess that's not your bitch, uh-huh
Funny, laughing to the bank and it's funny
Perky in my brain, I'm a junkie, uh
Uh, not a dummy, lotta cash
I'm a dummy, I'm a spaz
Chopper leave your ass in thе quick past
Every day, I dash to the quick cash
I get that
Gun on my hip, I can't risk that
Dеsert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Both]
And they put away my problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em
I be livin' life all wrong
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I ain't livin' right (Nah)
We from different sides (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (Got mob ties)
Never sober, I always be high (High)
I be most likely baggin' a nine (Baggin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and some red (Some red)
Couldn't pick one, it was hard to decide (Hard to decide)
Hit my niece, then I talk to the don (Talk to the don)
Got a new Bentley, the seat can massage (Massage)
In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long flights (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't livin' right
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Put away your problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em
I be livin' life all wrong
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right, yeah, oh