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Future & Juice WRLD - Jet Lag Feat. Young Scooter (Lyrics)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Future
Future
Chant
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Chant
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Paroles/Composition
Andrew Wotman
Andrew Wotman
Paroles/Composition
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Paroles/Composition
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Paroles/Composition
Kenneth Bailey
Kenneth Bailey
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Production
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Production
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Ingénierie de mixage
John Hanes
John Hanes
Assistance d’ingénierie
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I just got a juug, I just got a juug, juug, juug I just called the plug (Uh), I just called the plug, plug, plug These niggas flodgin', these niggas flodgin', these niggas flodgin' Ayy, let's go I take off, no jet lag (I take off) Spend that shit, then make it back (Spend that shit) I just may walk up in Saks 50 bands in a bag (50 bands) I got a hundred, double that (I got a hundred) Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke, it's back to that I would juug all day (Juug all day) just to keep the lights on (Just to keep the lights on) I would juug all day (Juug all day), every day I was tryna get (Every day) Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug Poppin' me up, drugs Got a bad bitch like Meagan Good Choppa long like a golf club Hold that bitch like Tiger Woods Fuck your bitch, I might as well I heard that her pussy good Aww, ride in the Range, ride in the Rover I'm switchin' lanes, losing composure Rollie on me, no tick-tick-tick-tick, you know your time is over Gun in the bag, it go shh-shh-shh, you know it's a silence on it Money machine, it go tick-tick-tick-tick-tick, keep your composure My niggas brazy as hell, shoot up your spot and laugh I take off, no jet lag Spend that shit, then make it back I just may walk up in Saks 50 bands in a bag I got a hundred, double that Big old gun in a duffel bag (Big old gun) Still got niggas on the block, yeah (Still got niggas) If we go broke, it's back to that I would juug all day (Juug all day) just to keep the lights on (Keep the lights on) I would juug all day (Juug all day), everyday I was tryna get (Every day) Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug I'm the Juug King Got a million dollars worth of Aliante on everything Half of these rappers be fake, I know 'cause niggas got fake chains (Pussy) I cook dope on beats so every verse I write cocaine And I don't ride waves, I ride cars and airplanes I take off, no jet lag Lost half a mil' and juuged it back I sell pounds out trash bags Wrapped my money in saran wrap You own your block, yeah that's cap How you a boss and sellin' sacks? Street get money like 16 ways So nigga I don't depend on rap Ayy, skrr, skrr Can I get a little skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr I'm cookin' dope Skrr, skrr Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr I'm the mothafuckin' GOAT I take off, no jet lag Spend that shit, then make it back I just may walk up in Saks 50 bands in a bag I got a hundred, double that Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke, it's back to that I would juug all day just to keep the lights on I would juug all day, everyday I was tryna get Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug I just got a juug, I just got a juug, juug, juug I just called the plug, I just called the plug, plug, plug Fuckin' up the racks in Saks Fifth Space coupe, it came with a pink slip The Goyard filled with blue strips Spend the chips like a big pimp Takin' a Wraith, not no jet lag I put Chanel on my bitch purse I'm takin' off with her Hermès All through the door, call her Birkin Richard Mille ain't got no tick-tock (Tick-tock) Go and spend it all, ain't no worry Got the whole world drinkin' dirty (Dirty) That's your old girl, then we splurgin' (Splurge) Perfectin' my job and it's new goals Certified stones on my new ho All solid, all solid stones Cuban link on my collarbone Skeleton AP, the two-tone I wear it at night, turn the lights off I take off on the jet, nigga With a hundred bands and a TEC, nigga I take off, no jet lag Spend that shit, then make it back I just may walk up in Saks 50 bands in a bag I got a hundred, double that Big old gun in a duffel bag Still got niggas on the block, yeah If we go broke it's back to that I would juug all day just to keep the lights on I would juug all day, everyday I was tryna get (Juug) Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug I can't fuck you right now, no I gotta juug Juugin' all day, just to keep the lights on Juugin' all day, every day Juugin' all day, keep the lights on Juugin' all day, every day
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Louis Bell, Carl Austin Rosen, Andrew Wotman, Kenneth Edward Bailey, Jared Higgins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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