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Sky High

"Sky High" Lyrics by Juice WRLD

[Juice WRLD:]

I wanna do her with her friend, what’s good?

Baby, I got them bands on bands

Runnin’ up them bands, bitch, I’m-

Bitch, my pockets lookin’ big, big

Now my pockets lookin’ big

Ayy, pockets lookin’ big

Uh

Bank account lookin’ big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way, put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big

I don’t like revolvers, they only hold six

Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6

Yo’ bitch swallowin’ my semen

Forgettin’ the meaning of self-respect

Fuck her face, then put her on the Internet

I just been lettin’ the cash grow

Run up on me, die faster

I’m a real nigga, no, I’m not an actor

Double cup with that red lean, I’ma sip classy

Dior on my feet, I feel classy

You say you love me, do you mean that?

I don’t think so, ’cause you weren’t there when I was down bad

I don’t think so, bitch, I know so

Money by the boatload

I know why these hoes actin’ nice

‘Cause I’m a rich guy

Been on my own shit, let that shit fly

Taking trips off of the Percs, I be sky high

In the sky sippin’ on red lean like it’s red wine, red wine

Bank account lookin’ big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way, put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big

I don’t like revolvers, they only hold six

Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6

Yo’ bitch swallowin’ my semen

Forgettin’ the meaning of self-respect

Fuck her face, then put her on the Internet

[Young Thug:]

When I see diamonds, my senses start twinglin’ (Sex)

Dawg nigga, twelve phones, all of ’em ringin’

Like, “Brr brr! Hello, do you need me?”

Like, “Brr brr! Hell no, baby, beat it”

Army green F&Ns (Two of ’em)

Bet a pussy nigga won’t rat again (Bet)

Bank account low again (Why?)

‘Cause I spend all my money on my friends (Hey)

Where the fuck your cash go? (Where?)

How the fuck your drip up to par but your cash low? (Ha)

How the hell you manifest from a big dawg to a tadpole?

How you know that you [?] and you [?] for?

See we went to the top from them shackles (Top)

How you know in the future gon’ be ass though?

Ride big Bentleys everywhere that I go

Keep the Lamborghini parked at the bank though (Park)

Alright, I’m lit, no lie

Buyin’ horses like in Salem, know we mob tie, aw yeah

Rich in real life, I do not see you, ho, like it’s midnight, even in light

[Juice WRLD:]

Bank account lookin’ big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way, put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big

I don’t like revolvers, they only hold six

Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6

Yo’ bitch swallowin’ my semen

Forgettin’ the meaning of self-respect

Fuck her face, then put it on the Internet

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