Mistletoe (Perfect Strangers)* versuri

Versuri Juice WRLD – Mistletoe (Perfect Strangers)* lyrics

[Intro]
Hahaha
And I don’t do—, rain down
This beat was made by Seez’
That’s a tag right there
Max in this bitch, A$AP in this bitch, VLONE in this bitch, Olivia in this bitch

[Verse 1]
Look at me, ho (Let’s do it), I’ma do me, ho (Uh-huh, let’s do it)
Hit it from the back while she wearing that Gucci thong, speedo (Uh-huh)
Uh, smoking on diesel, woah, smoking on real, woah
I don’t get re-rock, why? Sippin’ on “Cleaning you”, yeah

[Chorus]
Woah, woah, we smoke, I’m gone
She like, „Where is the blow?”
I think I’ll meet her under the mistletoe
She like, „Woah,” I’m like, „Woah”
When I smoke, I be gone
She like, „Wherе is the blow?”
I left it for her undеr the mistletoe, woah

[Verse 2]
Uh, hm, straight to the edge, huh (Uh)
‘Fore I leave him dead, uh
Bullet hole in his dreads, uh
Every day, I get head, uh
In between them legs, ma’
I’ma go ‘head eat you up, I’ma go ‘head turn you out
I’ma go ‘head turn you up, uh, uh, yeah
I’ma go ‘head turn you up
Thots from my old city so sick, they’ll damn near burn you up
Gotta stay strapped up, I don’t need backup, but you need to back up
Proceed with the proceeds, doin’ coke, she nosebleed
She think she know me, that lil’ bitch police
Told her to stop, please, stop, please
Nigga, you know I’m poppin’, pot of hot grease
Nigga, you know I’m poppin’, pot of hot grease, yeah, yeah
Nigga, you know I’m poppin’, just like soda, please, um
Got a way with words, call that nigga Socrates
She wanna kick it, fuck is this? You will not soccer me, ya’ dig?

[Chorus]
Woah, woah, we smoke, I’m gone
She like, „Where is the blow?”
I think I’ll meet her under the mistletoe
She like, „Woah,” I’m like, „Woah”
When I smoke, I be gone
She like, „Where is the blow?”
I left it for her under the mistletoe, woah

[Outro]
I’m fucking getting that dough, getting that bread, nigga, good bread, nigga
Loads of cold cuts, so what?
Uh, look at me, ho, I’ma do me, ho
Hit it from the back while she wearing that Gucci thong, speedo
Uh, smoking on diesel, woah, smoking on real, woah
I don’t get re-rock, why? Sippin’ on “Cleaning you”, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Written by: Juice WRLD