JUGGERNAUT (Explicit)
Tyler, The Creator, Lil Uzi Vert, Pharrell Williams"JUGGERNAUT (Explicit)" is a song by Tyler, The Creator, Lil Uzi Vert, Pharrell Williams, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:25 long and contains 55 lines and 516 words.
Lyrics
0:03Hey Miss Parker
0:06Wait, wait, wait, wait
0:10Somethin' like (Uh-oh)
0:12I just cut some fresh lemons, where's the sugar?
0:15Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers
0:18Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you niggas (Hold up)
0:23Yeah
0:25What it is? It's that nigga T, skin look colored in (Woo)
0:28Ridin' in double-double R, that's that Cullinan (Yeah)
0:31Pullin' in that four hundred gram, I just bought a disc (Yeah)
0:34Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (True story)
0:38Golf le Fleur, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in
0:41Earlobe look like headlights on a new van (Gangsta Grillz)
0:45I'm so motherfuckin' dead-ass, I need some Timberlands (Woo)
0:48I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (Yeah, yeah)
0:52Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feet
0:55Double G on my freak (Ooh), Louis V by my brick
0:56She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (Leave, whoa)
0:58She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat
1:00We can't see none of 'em, bro, she keep eatin' my seeds (Woo)
1:01Got a E and a B on the back of the CT
1:03I'm done with the 12, got a V16 (Uh)
1:05Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true
1:07The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you
1:08Can't think about the last time that I text you
1:10It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops
1:12Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you
1:14Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh
1:16So if this mind is yours (Woo, woo, woo)
1:19Ride to the dinner tapin'
1:20Outta time and imagine her in the exit
1:24Last year more than what Google say my net is
1:27I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit (Like, whoa)
1:31Yeah, uh, uh, uh, whoa
1:32It's the double P, I rock double C
1:33Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
1:35Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see
1:37This internally flawed, that's a double Vs
1:39What troubles me is you couple me
1:40With these subtle fleas tryna double league
1:42Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfuckin' bumblebee
1:45They just got the closest picture of the fuckin' sun surface, that was us
1:49Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin' dust
1:52My Secret Service carry mops, you call 'em street sweepers, back you up
1:55Tat' you up then add you up, then give you a cover like adieu
1:59If the shit's fake, I don't respect it, it's clickbait
2:01And that's distaste like a shit shake
2:03What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made
2:06Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate
2:09Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape
2:13Ride to the dinner tapin'
2:14Outta time and imagine her in the exit (Why you even talkin' to us?)
2:19Last year more than what Google say my net is
2:22I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit (Goddamn)
2:25Uh, uh, uh
Hey Miss Parker Wait, wait, wait, wait Somethin' like (Uh-oh) I just cut some fresh lemons, where's the sugar? Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you niggas (Hold up) Yeah What it is? It's that nigga T, skin look colored in (Woo) Ridin' in double-double R, that's that Cullinan (Yeah) Pullin' in that four hundred gram, I just bought a disc (Yeah) Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (True story) Golf le Fleur, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in Earlobe look like headlights on a new van (Gangsta Grillz) I'm so motherfuckin' dead-ass, I need some Timberlands (Woo) I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (Yeah, yeah) Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feet Double G on my freak (Ooh), Louis V by my brick She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (Leave, whoa) She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat We can't see none of 'em, bro, she keep eatin' my seeds (Woo) Got a E and a B on the back of the CT I'm done with the 12, got a V16 (Uh) Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you Can't think about the last time that I text you It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh So if this mind is yours (Woo, woo, woo) Ride to the dinner tapin' Outta time and imagine her in the exit Last year more than what Google say my net is I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit (Like, whoa) Yeah, uh, uh, uh, whoa It's the double P, I rock double C Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see This internally flawed, that's a double Vs What troubles me is you couple me With these subtle fleas tryna double league Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfuckin' bumblebee They just got the closest picture of the fuckin' sun surface, that was us Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin' dust My Secret Service carry mops, you call 'em street sweepers, back you up Tat' you up then add you up, then give you a cover like adieu If the shit's fake, I don't respect it, it's clickbait And that's distaste like a shit shake What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape Ride to the dinner tapin' Outta time and imagine her in the exit (Why you even talkin' to us?) Last year more than what Google say my net is I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit (Goddamn) Uh, uh, uh
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