Different Story [Studio Session] lyrics

by

Juice WRLD


[Intro]
Talkin' it and doin' it a different story
Just to
ATL Jacob
Ahh-aha
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus]
Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n*gga in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
AMIRI my jeans, R.I.P in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em
f*ck her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
pus*y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a n*gga
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n*gga
And take my body case if I get it

[Verse 1]
Wockhardt with the Actavis, I'm sippin'
I still got Molly in my system
I still got Xannys on my mental
It's been a couple years since I quit 'em
I don't wanna relapse but I may relapse, that feelin' I miss it
I mean, Percs are cool, but I think I'm gettin' sick of 'em
When I pop that Perc, I can f*ck that b*tch, make her go (Ahh)
Yeah, yeah, in the sheets
Uh, call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets (Uh)
Knock that pus*y out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace", (Uh)
And if it smell like water, f*ck it, I'll kiss it to sleep, (Mwah)
[Bridge]
Mwah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Kiss it si sleep)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Let's go

[Chorus]
Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n*gga in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
AMIRI my jeans, rip in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em
f*ck her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
pus*y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a n*gga
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n*gga
And take my body case if I get it

[Verse 2]
I go hard now, eat yo' heart out
Say you hatin' me, eat yo' heart out
Ain't believe in me, eat yo' heart out
Eat yo' heart out, eat yo' heart out
You a target, uh, I've acknowledge that, uh
Send my n*ggas on you, uh, they gon' acknowledge that, uh
Told 'em to kill yo' ass, uh, they gon' honor that, uh
They won't dishonor to that, uh, we don't dishonor that, uh
I'm with real n*ggas, uh ain't no fakes allowed, uh
I'm with real killers, uh, they'll blow you down, uh
I don't gotta say it, uh, they gon' do it on command
I don't gotta say it, cannon on me like I'm Mega Man
But I don't gotta spray it
I’m in the A, yeah, woah, ATL, my n*ggas skate, uh, yeah, ATL
Fry you like a plate, uh, yeah, ATL, i’m on wraith, ah, yeah, ha
Took her on a date, that b*tch on her sh*t, her pus*y, uh, stank
And her ass fake, uh uh uh, she can’t even make that sh*t shake, hmm uh uh
High as a b*tch yeah i'm baked, pour a four in that sh*t put me in a dream
I get so damn high that I can’t think, VVS on my Rollie, it skate like a ice ring, uh
[Chorus]
Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest n*gga in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
AMIRI my jeans, rip in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em
f*ck her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
pus*y good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a n*gga
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a n*gga
And take my body case if I get it
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