Juice WRLD — Arctic Tundra Girl With The Blonde Hair

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro: Nicki Minaj & Juice WRLD] Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair Haha, it's lit, preach it, haha Gezin I fuck the blunt up, haha Yeah, I’m on marijuana (Marijuana) My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up) I'm getting high, I’m feelin' restless (I'm sad) Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.) Lyrics from Leak [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like an arctic tundra A .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song for the girl with the blonde hair Suck me up good, give me becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] I'm high as hell Mind everywhere, still mind over matter Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder .30 and a .40 make you percolate like a dancer I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen, and Prancer She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards He ain't right, me? I live a better life Ran it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price I can read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout her main nigga, right? [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Fuck the blunt up then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like an arctic tundra A .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song's for the girl with the blonde hair Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Time, time will tell, I'm sad as hell Being broke made me sadder Ran all them bands up, uh, still frownin' When my world upside down, I'm smilin' Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it Like yeah, these are my tales Sing away my fears, Buzz Lightyears away from here, ayy Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up And fuckin' on your momma [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Fuck the blunt up then fuck your momma (Uh-huh) My VVS cold like an arctic tundra A .40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song's for the girl with the blonde hair Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no hibachi, yeah