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Juice WRLD

Arctic Tundra (Girl With The Blonde Hair)

 

Arctic Tundra (Girl With The Blonde Hair)


808 Mafia
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 feeling restless (I'm sad)
Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.)

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .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

I'm high as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder
.30 and that .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 thinking 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .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

Time, time will tell, I'm sad as hell
Being broke make me sadder
Ran all them bands up, uh, still frowning
When my world upside down, I'm smiling
Turn my frown upside down? I doubt it
Like, yeah, these are my tears, sing away my fears
Buzz Lightyears away from here, ayy
Catch me somewhere fucking a blunt up and fucking on your momma

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold, like a arctic tundra
That .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

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