Juice WRLD Lyrics

Bandit (with YoungBoy Never Broke Again) by Juice WRLD



It’s funny, the s**t I put on this song ain’t gon sound nothin like the s**t we was just doin
Oh, yeah
I just want bad b*****s
Baddest, them b*****s is the baddest, uh, uh
When I take the molly, I’m a savage
Uh, I say, uh

I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh
When I’m on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad b***h
Stole her, I’m the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I’m on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad b***h
Stole her heart, I’m the definition of a bandit

Put the percs down and picked up the jiggas, jiggas, jiggas,
Tommy in the f*****g Tommy Hilfiger, figer, figer,
That Tommy hit a n***a, Tommy Hilfiger, f**k n****s
I’m nice, when I’m high of the pills, ima f**k with her
I don’t smoke skunk, but tonight im getting stuck n***a
Pour through codeine up and put some molly in the cup with it
I know she a freak, uh-huh, she gon f**k with it
She my Velcro, uh-huh, guess I’m stuck with her
I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her
Addicted to her paraphernalia, I had to tell her
I see it like a fortune teller
Your ex-n***a did good, I could do better
Bad b***h from the woods I think she a hunter
She a killer and an eater, she a Jeffery Dahmer
I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book
No TEC, no Beretta, FN on me, am I understood?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I don’t need no molly to be savage
When I’m on that molly, I feel savage
She the definition of a bad b***h
Stole her, I’m the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I’m on that molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad b***h
Stole her heart, I’m the definition of a bandit

My brother point her out and she a bad b***h, I’m on her
Must ain’t heard that I’m a savage, once I get a b***h, I own her
I see she got swag, I got ca** so I want her
See this four-five in my pants, put on your a*s, push up on bruh
Shawty, she a rider with that Glizzy on her (Glizzy on her)
And shawty, I’ma dada with no semi on me (Semi on me)
If we got a problem, we get rid of homie (Yeah)
Put twenty thousand in your pocket, we gon get the money (Yeah)
I’m the definition of a bandit (Honest)
Took your heart from out his hands and still ain’t sayin s**t (On my mama)
Some new killers in my circle you done ran with
Like this dirty .38, this b***h’ll damage
Popping wheelies, 4K Trey, call when you land with it (Pop, pop, pop)
I let you drive and slide with my bros where they be layin with it (Skrrt)
I work this b***h, I open up a can with it
Like f**k the stove, I make it jump without my hand in it

I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad b***h
Stole her, I'm the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad b***h
Stole her heart, I'm the definition of a bandit
Contributor: Joel Galarza joelivanisrael@icloud.com
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