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Road Runners

"Road Runners" Lyrics by Juice WRLD

G money just bought a pound of the gushers we’ve been smokin’ exotic body

G money just bought a pound of the gushers we’ve been smokin’ exotic body

Modern-day rockstar, feel like Ozzy, honestly

G money just bought a pound of the gushers we’ve been smokin’, yeah

G money just bought a pound of the gushers we’ve been smokin’ exotic body

Was robbin’ and juggin’ with road runners, every day we’ve been keeping the stores runnin’

I just went found me some actavis, I’ve been havin’ an out of body

I grew up sippin’ green I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin’

I get so high I panic, off of the medi- send me the medic, medic

These hoes are not entertainin’, fuck am I sayin’?

I’m too busy counting the fetti

We keep them guns on us, you know we are ready

My gun sing like Mariah, so I love to carry

If he talk out his neck then on mom, I’m gon’ bury ’em

If this bitch is a keeper, I’ll take her then marry her

Fuck her friends in a [?] the more is the merrier

There was Susie and Anna and Lisa and Mary or somethin’

I think her name Mary or somethin’

But I couldn’t tell this, you know I be high as a dummy

I don’t take these perky’s for nothin’

Get so high it’s a barrier, but I don’t be rememberin’ nothin’

It’s okay, don’t matter how you play as long as you play the game

G money just bought a pound of the gushers we’ve been smokin’ exotic body

Was robbin’ and juggin’ with road runners, every day we’ve been keeping the stores runnin’

I just went found me some actavis, I’ve been havin’ an out of body

I grew up sippin’ green I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin’

Talkin’ that lean talk, talkin’ that lean talk

Talkin’ that perc talk, talkin’ that bean talk

Talkin’ bout the scope on the rifle, choppa with a beam on ’em

Talkin’ bout the bitch with a fat ol’ ass, finna let ’em get up on it

I’m livin’ life like I’m Makaveli, wanna kill me then I got the mac-11

I got a bitch with her own money in my bank, got more green than a packers player

I’m livin’ life like a cowboy with this glizzy on me, no revolver

I’m not ordinary, I can’t go in the mall

Bari and his private shop, one call

Phone call, for my bros

They really miss me back home

All the hoes want dick from back home

And wouldn’t try to fuck me when I was broke

Now they want me to make time for ’em

Ever mixing and fucking giving him cassette for it?

My main girl like a 911 newport

And I ain’t tryna smoke that one, no newport

G money just bought a pound of the gushers we’ve been smokin’ exotic body

Was robbin’ and juggin’ with road runners, every day we’ve been keeping the stores runnin’

I just went found me some actavis, I’ve been havin’ an out of body

I grew up sippin’ green I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin’

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