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Juice Wrld - Mercedes Lyrics

I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that bitch, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her pussy, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things
Uh

Ain't no timbеrland, I boot it up, (yеah, ayy)
One second, it's lеave mе 'lone
Then, I don't want to be alone
Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone

I feel like a boss, bitch, you're fired, you laid off
A killer at heart, bitch, I feel like I'm Adolf
In the cut, my AK on me, I'm goin let it off
Don't believe me try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, i get it off

Its got a .45 bitch, yeah
With a .9 bitch, you know you ain't my bitch
You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my bitch
You's a sidekick (I still make her ride it like a bike)

I get ghost up in that ghost, huh
Yeah, I do the most
Brag up on 'em, and I boast, yeah
Pop a bottle, pop a model, same thing in my eyes
Run up on me, .40 on me, leave you traumatized
Yeah yeah, ay
I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that bitch, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her pussy, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things
Uh

Catch a body gang, that's what we about, yeah, ayy
Off the molly gang, at your bitch house, uh, ayy
Got the whole gang at your bitch house, uh, ayy
Did our whole thing at your bitch house, yeah

I ain't never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh
.40 on me, yeah, i smack it, uh, huh, huh
Told you i ain't with the lacking, uh, huh, huh
Yeah, i be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh

Yeah, i go through these phases, it’s amazing, this bitch drive me crazy, like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedes, smash your lady
On the daily, fuck nigga don’t play me
Fuck nigga I play for keeps, on the scene i spray then leave, these niggas won’t let me be, these niggas won’t let me breathe, run up on me I make em bleed, got a gun on my hip fall back, got a choppa in the trunk fall back, ayy

I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that bitch, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her pussy, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things
Uh