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Juice Wrld - All Of Me Dolce Studio Session Lyrics

[Intro]
Last one, o-oh, o-oh
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Talk, I don't talk

[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skywalk shit
Haha, yea
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it all with the moonrock shit
I don't talk shit, I let my stick talk shit
Shots to his chest, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skywalk shit
Then I mix it all with the moonrock shit

[Verse 1]
That lil' bitch all in a mix, she be posin' for a pic
On my ex I take a shit
Flush it then I take a shit again, fuck it, huh
I fuck that bitch with no rubber, uh
Hiding that bitch like the summer
I got some top in a Hummer, I tote that Glock in the Hummer
Yeah, yeah, ignorant, yeah, I'm a bummer
Fuck that (mumblеs)
You be broke and you out of the monеy
In the studio I send a runner
'Cause I need me some Backwoods or somethin'
Run up on me, I'm blastin' or somethin'
Takin' off like it's NASA or somethin'
Chains on me, I'm a master though
Cocaine, no overdose
Hell nah, not in my nose, I take a Percocet though, ayy
Fuckin' that bitch super slow, I'm on a road
Smokin' that honor roll, Kurt Cobain, no overdose
I'm on top, wait, count my guap
Swerve in a parking lot, uh, ayy
Yeah, I do a donut, I don't park at lot, ayy
Iron on my hip, I Tony Stark a lot
In the back of the bus but I move to the front, I Rosa Parked it, huh
I'm the man, yeah, I'm the man
Sprite up in my can, no Xans, huh, oh
[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit

[Verse 2]
Fuckin' on a bitch in the day time
Then I kick her out in the night time
Tony Hawk, yeah, I'm always on my grind
Rollie on me like the sunshine
Pussy nigga, no you not about yours
Why you tryna come through about mine?
Yeah, hangin' out the window like a gangsta
Know some niggas that be throwin' up the gang signs
Surf on a bitch, hit a big hang time
In the cut with a gun, I'ma bang nine
Lil' bitch run up, will be mine
Man, I love it when were on that time
Fuck nigga, they done got away that time
We'll probably catch him at the stop sign
We'll probably catch him at the stop light
Somethin' in the air feel not right
I was in the cut pourin' Act', right
Bad lil' bitch, get her Act', right
Give her lil' money if I act right
Pull up on the scene with a new nine
.40 on my hip, that's a Glock-nine
Pullin' up on a bitch, like oh my
.40 on my hip, another Glock-nine
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Catch him swimmin
I get what I want 'cause I deserve it, yeah
Told that bitch that she ain't perfect
If her boyfriend want a verse, gonna have to pay his mortgage, yeah
Is it worth it?
I do not fuck with these bitches 'cause they be serpents
She told me that I'm a whole different person
Told her if her boyfriend want a feature pay his mortgage, yeah
Check the stacks, check the plaques
After you look in my wock, shit hit me back
Forget me nots, it ain't forgetin' that
Like Bobby Brown I really brought the crack
[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit

[Verse 3]
Baby won't you fuck me for this Dolce?
Got a double G bag, that bring the foreplay
Won't you fuck me for the Dolce?
Cross the street, in the Gucci shoes, I'm looking both ways (yea)
I don't know what to think, when I'm thinking 'bout you
But you okay, and you like Dolce
Fuck me for this Dolce, hah that's some shit
Fuck me for this Dolce, hotel hallway
Make it to my room ay, off the shrooms ay
I was cumming too ay, still confused ay
What do I got to lose ay, these bitches choose ay
Fuck me for this Dolce, hotel hallway
Make it to my room ay, off the shrooms ay
I was cumming too ay, still confused ay
What do I got to lose ay, these bitches choose ay
The best in me, the worst in me
She only sees the curse in me, and she know there's no reversing me
I'm the best, yeah
X on my chest
Phone call from my ex, ima miss that
Bad bitch on my phone, ima hit that
Choppa on my hip, got a big click-clack
Bobby Brown in the trap I spit crack
I break her off like Kit-Kat
I break her off with the new shit, I go hard like new Jack shit
[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit

[Verse 4]
Listenin' to the new Jimmy Hendricks, I'm up on the trap, coolin'
Ion give a fuck what none of these haters be doin'
Fuckin yo bitch in the studio, making my music
Niggas be fake than a bitch, like optical illusions
Listenin' to the new Jimmy Hendricks, I'm up on the trap, coolin'
Ion give a fuck what none of these haters be doin'
Fuckin yo bitch in the studio, making my music
Niggas be fake than a bitch, like optical illusions
Took two percosets on the airplanes
[Mumbling]
I don't know that bitch I forgot her name
I been fuckin on a bitch, I forgot her name
Presidential rock, like Hussain
Six shoes on my feet, no flu gang
Kick shit, like my first name Lukane
Throw hands like I never thrush ay
Bad bitch, and she finna go both ways
Life's a book, I'm finna turn my page
On top, on top, yea all day
Gucci, Louie, never ball mane
Yeah she gon fuck with some clout
After that, I'm kicking her out, yea
I put my dick in her mouth
Show her what dick is about, ball so hard, Kobe
Ain't no timeouts, reevaluate my life having taken a timeout
But I just run up 27 bands, I ain't even try
Check my bank account right now, I wouldn't lie
Bad bitch on my cellphone, down for the fly
Pull down on my fly, get up in the thots
I've been fucking on your girlfriend, why are you surprised?
You can check on her cellphone, why would I lie?

[Verse 5]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit
I could fuck my tutor if I wanted, yeah ay
Beefin' on computers, don't condone it
Someone please show me my new opponent
I'm gon beat him, I'm gon beat him, like he stole it
I could fuck on my tutor if I wanted
Niggas beefin' on computers, they some losers, don't condon-
Jesus fucking Christ, someone show me my opponent
I'm gon beat him, I'm gon beat him, like he stole it, ya dig
Fuck me for this Dolce, hotel hallway
Make it to my room, ay
Off the shrooms, ay
I was cumming too, ay
Still confused, ay
What do I got to lose, ay
These bitches choose, ay
Fuck me for this Dolce, hotel hallway
Uh, off the shrooms, ay
I can't see straight
Fuck me for this Dolce, in the hotel hallway
Off the shrooms, ay
I can't see straight
Losing myself, but I'm finding the money, I get it
I get it and spend it
Pop a Xanax and forget it
Bitch ima hit it (woo ay huh)
Heart too cold, no December
Name too long to remember
Then I go fuck yo bitch in September (uh yeah)
This bitch be lying, looking like Simba (uh yeah)
Knock the bitch down, wood, timber (huh yeah)
Don't you get me, don't you dare forget me
Don't you dare forget me, yea

[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit

[Verse 6]
No no phone, with a new code
Every single day got a new hoe, and I got them all on the new phone
Ring, who is this?
Got a new phone
Ring, who is this?
Got a new phone
Every single day, got a new hoe
One day, may pop up 2 hoes
Run up the tool tho
Ring ring, new phone
Every day, pop out up wit a new hoe
One day, may pop up wit 2 hoes
Run up the tool tho
Ring ring ring, got a new phone
Every day, pull up with a new hoe
One day, might pop out 2 hoes
Run up the tool tho, yea yea
Run up the tool tho, got my hand on the tool tho
I'm karate, shit judo, it's just numero uno
This shit hot like a gym floor
Pull up on em, with gun blow
Got more guns than a gun show
That shit not in my house, like my Tumblr
That shit not in my house, let my mom know
I'm the bomb, somebody gonna Osanda
Bitch it go harder, blood Jack pulling yo car here
Fuck a gang, my squad here
Fuck yo gang, my squad here
Fuck up yo gang, my squad here
Then we get out the gym, like I'm not him, yea
I go ghost on these hoes, they tried to set me up
Sprinkler a little system, upping that TEC, gonna wet em up
Ambulance, he on the ground, somebody pick him up
Life is a movie, hit with the Uzi, we gon flick him up
I make hits, don't miss
Pass yo bitch, no assist
R Kelly, on her, no piss
R Kelly, on it, no piss
Turn yo phones off, you ain't taking no pics
Eenie miney mo, I'm taking ya bitch
Hold on she was tryna take her a pic
Hell nah that bitch making me sick

[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit

[Verse 7]
I take yo bitch to the flicks
Went back to my crib, and shot us a flick
You niggas do not exist, tell them niggas rest in piss
Tell em' ima rest in bliss, that's just how a nigga feel
I was happy yesterday, today I'm on a mad pill
I fuck her on the adlib, I fuck her playing Mad Lib
I am not God at all, so ion never forgive
[Mumbling]
I swear one day
I'm gonna catch em, just saw em
I'm gonna catch em, I'm gonna catch em
Chase cheques all days, I'm gonna catch em, yea
I'm gonna catch em, I'm gonna catch em
Yea, chase cheques all day
Out the park, nigga no ball game
Stupid gene, Gucci button, no ball mane
That lil hoe, she all game, play that bih like Nintendo
Rolling the block and extendo, doing drive by out the window
Nerdy brain from yo bitch, calling her Winslow
I take W's, your wins low
Hit my trap for my memo, fuck the bitch, and leave the info
And put it on an insturmental
Off of the dome, I be kicking it
Off of the dome, I be flipping it
Jesse White, in the kitchen, I'm flipping it
Fucking yo bitch then forgetting it
I put the crack in the cabinet
I am in the cut like I'm stabbing it
I'm living lavish, as lavish gets
I'm living lavish, as lavish gets
I'm balling out like a Maverick
That's not a kilo, that's not a brick
I told yo bitch she can suck a dick
Didn't know she would actually suck a dick

[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit

[Verse 8]
I keep on balling like Kobe, shit
I'm in the cut like Jean Obe yea
I set the screen like Jean Obe did
Spin to the rim, then I make the layup
All of these niggas ain't nun
But I'm just playing ahead cuz you know I just been a player
I fuck that bitch from the himalayas
Dye my hair when I do it, I'm Super Saiyan
I been balling so hard like I'm mmm
Choppa on me from Afghanistan, I shoot 60 shots, guess I'm a mini man
I've been counting up, not with the deviance
Got yo bitch in my phone, that's her digits yuh
I'm finna hit it yuh
Hit it, hit it, that shit sounds like bricks
I may pass her to my jit
I'm going hard, you don't know what to think

[Chorus]
Don't know what to think, when I'm thinking 'bout you
But you okay, yeah, uh-huh
Don't know what to think, when I'm thinking 'bout you
But you okay
And you like Dolce
Just fuck me for this Dolce
You say no way, phone call the same day, saying you want foreplay
Fuck me for this Dolce

[Verse 9]
Elevate my mind, while
Fucking on a thot, ow
Elevate her spine, then hit her from the back, uh
I'm so high out my mind
That I don't know how to act
But Ima keep pouring Act right
Giving your bitch some act right, yeah, uh, damn
Then I leave that bitch in the past, wow
I know that I'm such a cash cow
I get the money then cash out, ooh, ay
I take the Perc's 'til I pass out
Your bitch a memory and past now
I don't remember the past now

[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walking
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it all with the moonrock shit