☆ Juice WRLD Merch: https://www.bonfire.com/store/juice-wrld-merch/ ☆ ☆Use Headphones.☆ ☆Song: Juice WRLD - Bad Boy v4 ft. Young Thug ☆Lyrics: Yeah Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Ayy [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug] Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash And got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat Even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'Fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go) [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I've been drinking red ras', boy (Red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months (Ooh) Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (Uh) [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt), I love to crash cars I'm a bad boy so I got a bad broad Futuristic rides imported from Mars (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Smith & Wesson .45, put a hole in his heart Better not play with me, killers they stay with me You bae, she lay with me She fell in love with my ice, yeah, that hockey ring When they come to kick it, I'm not on a soccer team You are all makin' this part of my prophecy Raf Simmons match my Prada jeans I'ma do the dash, get to the bag, ain't no one as bad as me [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug] Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash And got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat Even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'Fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go) [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I've been drinking red ras', boy (Red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months (Ooh) Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (Uh) [Verse 2: Young Thug] Sticky, sticky, ricky, I smoke skittles, not no sticky (Sticky) I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (Thot, thot) You say you want smoke, and I've been comin' down the chimney (Whoa) You got barbecue, you bitches, I'm so fried and they crispy (Ooh) I had on Margielas when I shot out the cut (Murk) Act like you want war and they gon' smoke you like a blunt (Smoke you like a blunt) I'm just keeping it real with ya, I'm just bein' blunt (I'm just being blunt) Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah (Skrrt) Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt That's just the sound of the Benz (Skrrt), I keep it, the Vette (Skrrt) I keep me a test (Skrrt), I read your message (Skrrt) I bust on her chest (Skrrt), I made a mess (Skrrt) I hope for the best (Skrrt), go like a chaser (Skrrt) I be the best (Skrrt), I got the neck (Skrrt) I can turn a check (Skrrt), look like Project X (Skrrt) [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug] Will Smith and ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8HZH3HAuHM

☆Rediagnose MERCH: https://teespring.com/rediagnose-merch ☆ ☆Use Headphones.☆ ☆Song: Internet Money - Lemonade ft. Don Toliver, Gunna ☆Lyrics: [Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver] Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey These bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey [Chorus: Don Toliver] Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin' (Juice) Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (Yeah) Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' [Verse 1: NAV] Addy boys, got some sixties in my bag (Addy) Lips sealed, I ain't pillow talkin', I'm no rat (No) In my earlobe, got two karats, VVS (Bling) Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress (Stress) All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing (Nothing) Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting (Disgusting) Can't believe it, gotta thank God that I'm livin' comfortably (Thank God) Gettin' checks, I don't believe her, she say she done with me Burned some bridges and I let the fire light the way (Oh-woah) Kickin' my feet up, left the PJs on a PJ (A PJ) Yeah, I'm a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash (Oh-oh) I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji [Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver] Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs Rockstar life, so much money it'll make you laugh, hey These bitches, they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey [Chorus: Don Toliver] Off the juice (Juice), codeine got me trippin' (Juice) Copped the coupe (Coupe), woke up, roof is missin' (Yeah) Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' Ice (Ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin' (Hey, hey) [Verse 2: Gunna & Don Toliver] I'm a rockstar, play guitars (Yeah), sippin' Wock', hey (Hey) Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ayy (Hey) I was fifteen, I was sippin' codeine with my dawg, ayy (Codeine) Did a Percocet, Promethazine, I feel gnarly (Promethazine) Put up a stick and I hop on a plane Still in my war ways (War ways) Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted He blessed me with fortune and fame (Fortune and fame, nice) I remember from fifty, I couldn't go back empty I knew I was stuck to the game (Stuck) I'm loyal and I'll never change, nah I'm never gon' go against the grain (Go against the grain) I'm never gon' be the one turn on my brother When police has got us detained (Nah) I won't ever love a bitch more than my mother And that's on my government name (Nah) I can't be no sucker, ain't hatin' on no one I wish everybody get paid (Paid) 'Cause we countin' up every day (Every day) Gettin' high 'til I land in the grave [Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver] Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag College girls give ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMqTlGVrNrs

☆Use Headphones.☆ ☆Song: Major Lazer & DJ Snake - Lean On ft. MØ ☆TAGS: #MajorLazer #DJSnake #LeanOn #8d #8daudio #8dmusic ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0x9ut62VjSw

☆Use Headphones.☆ ☆Song: Logic - Midnight ☆TAGS: #logic #midnight #8d #8daudio #8dmusic ☆Lyrics: Everybody know I be Everybody know I be (yeah) Yeah Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me) Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty They see a rapper but they ignore the band I ain't talkin' 'bout musicians you stupid bitch Talkin' about what's on my hand Bitch I been at it, in it for a minute This all been a part of my plan Sold millions of records before the radio Damn, it feel good to be the man Ay, everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me) Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently Goddamn these bitches is thirsty They see a rapper but they ignore the band I ain't talkin' 'bout musicians, you stupid bitch Talkin' about what's on my hand Bitch I been at it, in it for a minute This all been a part of my plan Sold millions of records before the radio Damn, it feel good to be the man Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me) Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently Oh no Bobby, don't do 'em like that You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back RattPack the gang, we do it like that No, don't do 'em like that You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back RattPack the gang, we do it like that (yeah, uh) The illest that bring it the realest Bitch, I came to kill this They can never bear me just the homies and me Now we the Grammy family You made a couple million, that's it, it's gross My net is 30, my record clean, my flow is dirty Right, real G's move in silence like Who the common denominator? Fuck around and bomb a hater My flow greater, heart darker than Darth Vader Check the data, matter of fact check the state of mind After I'm finished, these rappers ain't in a state to rhyme Straight to your mind now Feel this shit like it's some Braille Way too heavy for the scale All I know about is bars like I couldn't make the bail It ain't never room to fail Only growing and prevail When my anxiety rise and I feel like I'm in hell Take a moment and inhale Count to five then exhale Then we run that motherfucker like a marathon Hits, motherfucker, hits, yeah we 'bout that Barry Bonds Brace yourself, you can't retain me All that shit you talkin' out your mouth just won't sustain me Logic pickin' up the slack like denim Spit it with venom Never p ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ianj1XHrkc