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"Out My Way" is a track by Juice WRLD, from the album Death Race for Love, released 8th March 2019. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Ayy, we up, ayy (Hit-Boy) Max, c'mon, we gotta be one-takin’ shit I ain't gon' even need no lean to pipe me up [Verse 1] New nigga on the block, yeah, I got my Glocky Look like I’ve been locked up, arms kinda stocky Wrist on rocky, wish a nigga tried to stop me Usain Bolt with the glizzy, it's a track meet Make him take off like Migos In the kitchen whippin' up the bricks, servin' kilos If I gotta get in your door, I pick the key, though Full of shit, bitch boy, these hoes like A-holes Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the Pesos Gettin' bankrolls, sayin' R.I.P. to Bankroll, keep the dank rolled Codeine in the double cup I’m sippin’, ayy Stevie Wonder, it's gonna take away my vision, ayy 007, with that Glock, I got precision, ayy You be talkin’ 'bout the shit, when I been did it, ayy Free my niggas in that jam (Yeah) I don't give a shit, and I don't give a Hoover damn Last bitch said I wasn’t shit, she wanna let me cram (Bitch) Hit it from the back, oh yes, I am Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, Sam-I-Am I had a feelin' they was gon' switch up, will.i.am Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up in my hand Clean nigga, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance A broke nigga, I got rich and now I do the money dance Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance On the dick, for a trick, then after that she fucked her friend I ain't gonna trick off no bitch, I don't pay, I just get in [Interlude] I ain't really usually the one to be talking my shit, but I think I'm finna talk my shit one time for the one time Two times, maybe a few times Ruinin' careers, man this shit easy What my nigga Davis say, this shit beyond me, yo, ayy [Verse 2] Okay I'm back in, gettin' it crackin', with ya broad After she helped me get my rocks off, she fucked the squad They think I'm a bitch because they heard the sad songs, that's a facade I'm one of them niggas that'll have an atheist screamin' out to God I don't want no problems, really, I'm just tryna get my sack up But if it's a problem, bruh gon' come and shoot you from the neck up That bitch a lil' giraffe the way she bend over and neck us Got Killer-Tecs and silver black Berettas if they disrespect us [Outro] Way, way, way, way, way, way (Hit-Boy) Out my way, way, way, way (Fuck out my way) Way, way, way, way, way, way (Bitch, way) Out my way, way, way, way (Get the fuck out my way) Way, way, way, way, way, way (Bitch, way) Out my way, way, way, way (Get the fuck out my way) Way, way, way, way, way, way (C'mon) Fuck out my way, way, c'mon (Get the fuck out my way)
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