Juice WRLD - Real Shit (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Juice WRLD - Real Shit (en) Lyrics
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Life's good, oh
Real shit, real shit, never tell a lie
Real shit, never tell a
lie (Yeah, ayy, what?)
Real shit, never tell
a lie (Yeah, ayy)
Life’s good so I'm living
great (Great)
I hit up my lady, we should
take a vacay ('Cay)
Eatin’ good (Ayy), see it
on our plate (Yeah)
I know that they hate me (Yeah,
yeah, yeah), I see
it on their face (Hey)
You see I'm livin' great (Yeah)
Big crib, need a new estate (Yeah)
Money goin' into real estate (Yeah)
Life's good, life's great (Yeah, yeah)
Stomach big, I already
ate (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a stingy nigga, won't pass
the plate (Yeah, yeah)
Try to ball while they’re playin’
keep away (Yeah, yeah)
Try to ball while they're playin’
keep away, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Life's good
Life's good, life's good, life’s good
Life's good, life's good, life's good
Life's good so I'm living
great (Great)
Eatin' good (Ayy), see it
on our plate (Yeah)
I'm eatin' too damn good
Goddamn, tryna gain weight (Uh, ayy)
Workin' out my demons, they in
better shape (Yeah, ayy)
Demons on my back, get them
away from me (Uh, ayy)
Cut it like a razor blade, hey (Uh)
Turned on like a light switch
Havin' black hoes snortin' up
the white bitch (Uh, ayy)
Main ho found out 'bout my mistress
Gotta flip the script like a kickflip
I'ma make her bawl her eyes out
While these niggas out of bounds
One, two, three million,
had to stop countin'
In the club, ballin' hard
Think I need a bouncer
She look like a trampoline
From the way she bouncin'
(Yeah, uh, yeah)
From the way she bouncin'
Labels want my music, tell
the studio to bounce it
This shit isn't out yet
I'ma need like three M's, put that
shit on my desk (Ha, ayy)
I hit up my lady, we
should take a vacay
I know that they hate me,
I see it on their face
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