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Juice WRLD - No Good (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Tarik Johnston
Tarik Johnston
Songwriter
Chris Blackwood
Chris Blackwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rvssian
Rvssian
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Max Lord
Max Lord
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Cold (Special Request) Ain't nothin' but a- Uh, no-good bad woman, yeah, huh No-good, diamond-watchin' woman, uh (hey, Rvssian) She ain't nothin' but a no-good, diamond-watchin' woman Only love me 'cause she see Versace on my linens Baby, I'm not God, so your sins are not forgiven I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin' Mama told me, "Cut the bad h- off with the scissors" Make 'em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bae, I'm high off n-, so your name I cannot remember Using Op- overly, openly f- up my image, yeah (uh) One thing you need to know about me is All I ever wanted was love and money, yeah One thing you need to know about me is This rock star life turned me to a junkie Uh, another thing you need to know about me is I'm full of addictions, decisions vindictive Subject a lil' sensitive, maybe I should just shallow it Went from talkin' depression to money-makin' prerogative (yeah) Still a smart guy, could've got a scholarship Sayin' f- college, I'ma tell you how I started it It took one phone call from G-Money, that's my dawg (yeah) Turned me from a 20-dollar n- to millions in my drawers This song's about all my talents and vices (oh-oh) Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (oh-oh) Until it piss your father off, he already pissed though (oh-oh) I know, 'cause his daughter on my tour givin' deep- (oh-oh) This song's about all my talents and vices (oh-oh) Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (oh-oh) Your girl give me f-, you should be excited (oh-oh) 'Cause when she come back to you, that's a million-dollar nut kiss (mwah, oh-oh) She ain't nothin' but a no-good, diamond-watchin' woman Only love me 'cause she see Versace on my linens Baby, I'm not God, so your sins are not forgiven I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin' Mama told me, "Cut the bad h- off with the scissors" Make 'em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, bae, I'm high off n-, so your name I cannot remember Using Op- overly, openly f- up my image, yeah I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and girls, right? I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout dr- I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and h-, right? And clothes, I was overly exposed Now I'm bearin' the fruits my mama planted, they done growed Yeah, they done glowed up, I done glowed up O- got me sewed up, gotta remain focused And these groupie h- bogus, everybody knows it But they turn me to a poet, with the love commotion Blood, sweat, and tears, money parted it, Moses Used to roll mid, now it's gas, what I'm smokin' (what I'm smokin') Like I farted, hit the gas, I'm in motion (I'm in motion) I departed, wrist hangin' out the window, cost your apartment This the brightest that my life ever been I need diamonds all over for when it get dark again Called my mama up and told her that the devil marchin' in She sent me Bible verses, then I got distracted by some nudes from a s- worker Who am I to not text back? That's networking Who am I to lie about my life? I know the truth hurts (truth hurts) Who am I to say that this ain't one of my best verses? Uh-oh, too bad that it's over (over) She ain't nothin' but a no-good, diamond-watchin' woman Only love me 'cause she see Versace on my linens Baby, I'm not God, so your sins are not forgiven I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin' Mama told me, "Cut the bad h- off with the scissors" Make 'em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bae, I'm high off n-, so your name I cannot remember Using Op- overly, openly f- up my image, yeah I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and girls, right? (Yeah, yeah) I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout drugs, the weed and the pills (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and hoes, right? (Yeah, yeah) Now I'm bearin' the fruits my mama planted, they done growed Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, oh-uh
Writer(s): Tarik Luke Johnston, Christopher Blackwood, Jarad Anthony Higgins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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