Juice WRLD – That’s a 50 Lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh (Oh, oh)
Oh, ho (Oh)
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah, yeah), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah, yeah)
Groupies showin’ me love, they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh, huh)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh, huh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh, huh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh, huh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, huh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Bank account on 50
I ain’t talkin’ 50 thousand
I get your girl so damn wet, her pussy like a fountain
In the club I got my .40, nigga, fuck a bouncer
That lil’ bitch a basketball the way her ass be bouncin’
Ya dig, the lil’ bitch gon’ swallow my kids
If you fuck with me, or with my money
I promise you we gon’ be up in your crib
Uh, yeah, we runnin’ in your shit, no runnin’ out
Yeah, my money long, it ain’t no runnin’ out
Run it up, run it up, on they ass
Get the cash, secure the bag, secure the bag, make it fast
Chi-Town put it on the map, put it on the map like a Jordan fan
Choppa like a fan, burn ’em like a tan
Bro gon’ kill your mans (Ah)
So I ain’t gon’ fight your man
It’s a wrap when I come through, no saran
I’ma pull his bitch like a card from a poker hand
Bullets flyin’, make ’em dance
Hokey Pokey on they ass

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Playboi Carti]
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, yeah)
Groupies showin’ me love (What up), they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh, hold up, yeah)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh, I put them racks up)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh, I put them racks up)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, I got a bag), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
50 round drum gon’ burst
Double Cs all on her purse
Ain’t tryna fuck with no Perky
Bitch can’t fuck on the Perk
Big Backwood that sherbet
Smokin’ that herb
I dress like this on purpose
You know I got work
Ridin’ ’round town with the Birkin
.38 Glock
Ridin’ ’round town with a Birkin
Watch your motherfuckin’ flop
Don’t fuck with no cops
Never can’t fuck with no cop
Poppin’, gon’ shoot at a cop
Poppin’, gon’ shoot at a opp
Beanbags all I did
Like a motherfuckin’ lot
Wanna’ try me and my friend?
Get hit off the block
Hellcat ridin’ ’round the block (Slatt)
Juice spit [?] get popped (Yeah)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD &Playboi Carti]
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50 (Hold up, yeah)
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (I put them racks up)
My clip hold like 50 (I put them racks up)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (I got a bag), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Groupie showin’ me love, they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)

The Warning – Survive lyrics

Don’t come to me saying that you cared
That I was the one who was never there
Don’t come with your lies in the air
You keep blaming me and it ain’t fair
Don’t come telling me that you worried
That I’ll be hurting if you’re gone
Don’t come to me saying that you’re sorry
Your words mean nothing
Your words mean nothing at all
Whoa-oh

You said that we were gonna be together
Forever and ever
And now I’m lying on the floor
With my broken heart and all
Oh Oh-oh…oh-oh….oh-oh…oh-oh
You said that I was the one in your dreams
That your heart belonged to me
Now I believe I must move on
Because I think you won’t come home
Come home

Ohhhhh I know I will survive
Even if you’re not by my side
Think this time I’ll say goodbye

Don’t come to me saying that you cared
That I was the one who was never there
Don’t come with your lies in the air
You keep blaming me and it ain’t fair
Don’t come telling me that you worried
That I’ll be hurting if you’re gone
Don’t come to me saying that you’re sorry
Your words mean nothing
Your words mean nothing at all
Whoa-oh

You said that we were perfect for each other
That I was like no other
I never knew this was a game
That when I lose I’d be replaced
Oh-oh…oh-oh…oh-oh….oh-oh
You said that you were gonna keep your promise
Of loving me always
But now I know that it ain’t true
And I’m so glad that I left you, left you

Ohhhhh I know I will survive
Even if you’re not by my side
Think this time I’ll say goodbye

Don’t come to me saying that you cared
That I was the one who was never there
Don’t come with your lies in the air
You keep blaming me and it ain’t fair
Don’t come telling me that you worried
That I’ll be hurting if you’re gone
Don’t come to me saying that you’re sorry
Your words mean nothing
Your words mean nothing at all

Whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh (x6)

Laurel – Hurricane letras

Just off the coast the waves are crashin’
Sirens call us to the rocks

Everywhere the lights are flashin’
Maybe we have fallen
Maybe we should call the whole thing off

This is dangerous
But we need to feel the rush

I keep sayin’ I can’t keep playin’ this game, this game
But I keep finding myself inside of the same the same
Hurricane
Oh Oh Oh

The wind is swirling all around us
We watch all the worlds collide
But maybe this is where the love is
Baby wrap around me, keep me safe and sound inside

This is dangerous
But we need to feel the rush

I keep sayin I can’t keep playin this game, this game
But I keep finding myself inside of the same ol same
Hurricane

Watch all the stars align
Light up a warning sign
We can keep each other warm
It takes me and you
We can make it through
We are the eye of this Perfect Storm

I keep sayin I can’t keep playin this game, this game
But I keep finding myself inside of the same ol same
I keep sayin I can’t keep playin this game, this game
But I keep finding myself inside of the same ol same
Hurricane
Oh Oh
Hurricane