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Juice Wrld - Take 2 Martian Lyrics

[Intro]
Bitch, it's on
( Hit-Boy)
I  make it look easy in these Owens
I make it look easy in a foreign
I got all this green like I'm a sergeant
I  got all this green like I was farming
She  call me the army leader, sergeant
I woke up in the middle of this darkness
Yeah,  yeah, uh
I got all this green like I was what? Uh

[Verse]
I got all this green like I was farming, uh
I'm the army leader, I'm the sergeant, uh
I  need yellow bones on that Mars shit, uh
I'm not from this planet, I'm a martian, uh
I ain't getting drunk, but I got bars, yeah, uh
Servin' rounds like you at a bar, yeah, uh
My gun sing, I feel like Barbra Streisand, uh
Cowboy this revolver in my left hand, uh
Married to this money, uh
Holy matrimony, uh
He think that he real, uh
Your boyfriend a phony, uh
Turn his face to pizza, choppa make him pepperoni, uh
I'm the type to pull up, then I flex my fucking Rollie, uh
AP on my wrist but it get deeper
I go back to school just to shit and then fuck on the bad teachers
Give a fuck about you, prolly getting head behind the goddamn bleachers
You don't fuck with me, that's cool 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'm hot, just caught a fever, she scream, "Oh baby" like Justin Bieber
I pull up on the scene bring the house down like I'm Queen Latifah
You could try me if you want, you will get smoke like Wiz, no Khalifa
And I don't even smoke reefer, nigga, I don't even smoke reefer
Yeah, but keep them Perc's coming
If I go broke, back to the trap, just keep that work coming
I'm praying every day, but I don't go to church for nothin'
You know that the pastor be fronting, he think he be talkin' 'bout somethin'
That nigga probably fucking your mami, huh, huh, huh
If I'm being honest, huh, yeah, huh, shit, I ain't just talking
Nigga, I don't talk it I walk it
And I don't do shit without offers
I told you, my nigga, I'm awfully awesome
I probably got powers like Austin
Pull up to your apartment, I leave it bombin' like the marathon running in Boston
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, look what I did, huh, huh, baby, huh, see it, uh
She hold up my kid, uh, huh, Home A— huh, lone, huh
I'm in your crib, uh, huh, but this ain't, huh, two people chasin' a white kid, uh, huh, yeah
Glizzy on me, huh
I get busy, I get jiggy, I get jiggy on it, huh
I can't hear what you saying, why you goin' Iggy on me? Huh
I can't hear what you saying, why you goin' Iggy on me? Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Pockets, huh, bands, huh, choppa, uh, from, huh, Afghanistan, huh
50, huh, Cent, huh, said it, huh, best, huh
Many, huh, men, huh, wishing death
And I don't got time for it, I just got Tom Ford
I don't even got change for these hoes, you can't have a dime, boy
I feel like Kobe in the fourth, I ain't passing no dimes, boy
I'm 'bout mine with the gun, it sing like it's Cece Winans, boy
Listen to how I spazz on they ass, leave 'em leaking like a maxi pad
It's me and Max Lord in the studio counting up all these racks
I used to fuck with the Xan's, now it's Perc's in my hand
I used to fuck with the work, and now I got no work in my hand
Nigga, you know where we stand, huh, huh, huh, huh
Boy, your bitch is a Stan, huh
If I fall in love then I'm gon' turn into Stan, huh, ayy
If she leave me, I'm driving off of that bridge, huh, yeah, hahaha, damn
Uh, uh, keep that, I'ma do one more take
[Open Verse]