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Juice Wrld - Flavor Remix Lyrics

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Noah's Art]
Huh, I'm finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one (Yeah)
You finna pick up a fist (Yeah), I'm finna pick up a gun (Bitch)
I was just smokin' on piss (Yeah), you just was smokin' on bum (Bum bitch)
I was just smokin' the flavor, you was just smokin' on nun' (True)
I'm finna pour up a four (True), you finna pour up a one, yeah (True)
You finna pick up a fist (True), me, I'ma pick up a gun, yeah (True)
I just been smokin' on piss (Yeah), you just been smoking on bum, yeah (Bum)
I just been smokin' the flavor (Yeah), you ain't been smokin' on nun' (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Noah's Art]
Yeah pull up Noah's Art, pull up Noah's Art
Took too many drugs, i'm sad right now
I've been warndering off the path right now
I can have her out right, sexually
I got shooters right next to me, i got the juice right next to me
Diamonds gleam, and they be watering
I don't really feel myself at all, psuh away my family
I'm sorry for the pain i caused you
I'm admitting that it's my fault, the reason that I lost you
I'm admitting that it never hurt, why you thinkin' that i'm awesome
You say you love me, but I don't think it's possible
You say you love me, but I don't believe it
Ima' fuck you anyway, because I think I need it
Ima' fuck your friend to, why you speechless
Say "Why you gotta' gun?", because niggas be creepin'
Iced out like it's winter time, diamonds tryna' take what's mine
Drugs on me i am way too high, started at the bottom way behind
Wanna' tell you how i feel inside, dark ideas feel my mind
These drugs make me feel more alive
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Huh, I'm finna pour up a four (Yeah), you finna pour up a one (Yeah)
You finna pick up a fist (Yeah), I'm finna pick up a gun (Bitch)
I was just smokin' on piss (Yeah), you just was smokin' on bum (Bum bitch)
I was just smokin' the flavor, you was just smokin' on nun' (True)
I'm finna pour up a four (True), you finna pour up a one, yeah (True)
You finna pick up a fist (True), me, I'ma pick up a gun, yeah (True)
I just been smokin' on piss (True), you just been smoking on bum, yeah (Huh)
I just been smokin' the flavor, you ain't been smokin' on nun', yeah

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
Haha, these niggas don't want real smoke, gang, gang
Ya dig?

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters
You with niggas beefin' over computers
Baby, I'm tellin' you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin'
Come this way, I know he gon' lose you
Pop champagne and do codeine, sometimes cocaine
On the way to the bank
You the, you the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
Fuck all night, take Percs by the cases
Get so high, I don't hear what she sayin'
Somethin' 'bout a moon sign, somethin' 'bout a Leo
I'm thinkin' of an orgy, I'm thinkin' of a trio
She'll only cheat on me if you speak creole
Lost in Miami, gotta find her like Nemo
Old dude probably put woo on her, not surprised
Hope she ain't try to put woo on me, I'm not the guy
She don't know what I do with my dark art, it's why I'm higher
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Huh, I'm finna pour up a four (Yeah), you finna pour up a one (Yeah)
You finna pick up a fist (Yeah), I'm finna pick up a gun (Bitch)
I was just smokin' on piss (Yeah), you just was smokin' on bum (Bum bitch)
I was just smokin' the flavor, you was just smokin' on nun' (True)
I'm finna pour up a four (True), you finna pour up a one, yeah (True)
You finna pick up a fist (True), me, I'ma pick up a gun, yeah (True)
I just been smokin' on piss (True), you just been smoking on bum, yeah (Huh)
I just been smokin' the flavor, you ain't been smokin' on nun', yeah