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Future, Juice WRLD - 7 Am Freestyle (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Nigga, me and Pluto in this bitch like 7 in the morning, nigga No sleep nigga Still been sippin' all night, nigga, damn Money drip Wheezy outta here Yeah, uh, she give me top in the Tesla I may invest in the extra I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera I'm on a whole 'nother level I take Perkys to fight all my demons It don't help that my bitch is a devil Came up in the hallway, serving J, yeah, yeah Money coming every way, my bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce, it dripping over, yeah, yeah Spend a check on that pussy I got designer all over my hoodie Yo' nigga ain't real, yo' nigga a pussy Look, there he go He get a few shots, bow Out the Draco Blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah, yeah Double up, geeked off lean, yeah, yeah Baped up, lookin' like a king, yeah, yeah Bad bitch pulling up my sleeve, yeah, yeah No socks, Gucci my feet, yeah,, yeah Haven't been to sleep in a week, yeah, yeah Bite down on my teeth You smell codeine when I pee, yeah, yeah Sipping on red lean Gun got a red beam No niggas from the red team They go brazy Pull up in that a new ting I was fucking on new ting Bad bitch with a tongue ring Came up in the hallway, serving J, yeah, yeah Money coming every way, my bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce, it dripping over, yeah, yeah Pour me a four and another, I love it, sip, sip, sip, uh It's me and Hendrix in the club, wondering if we gonna take your bitch We already got five, we was gon' make her six I didn't eat today, but I took the Perc And I prayed to God, it won't make me sick Pour me some drugs in the cup, no rush like sip, sip, sip, uh-huh Ain't got enough fingers for all these rings, I'm drip, drip, drip, uh-huh Turn them lil niggas to fiends, all they wanna do is bust clips, uh-huh Keep a MAC-11 with a beam, I'm gucci, don't slip Gold in your face yeah, yeah Flooded out baguettes, yeah, yeah Came up in the hallway, serving J, yeah, yeah Money coming every way, my bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah Yeah, uh, she give me top in the Tesla I may invest in the extra I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera I'm on a whole 'nother level I take Perkys to fight all my demons It don't help that my bitch is a devil Wheezy outta here
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jared Higgins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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