You Wouldn’t Understand Lyrics – Juice WRLD

You Wouldn’t Understand Lyrics by Juice WRLD is latest English song with music also given by Nils, Max Lord & Gezin. You Wouldn’t Understand song lyrics are written by Nedim Melkic, Max Lord, Juice WRLD & Gezin.

You Wouldn’t Understand Song Detail

You Wouldn’t Understand Lyrics

808 mafia!
Ooh ooh ooh 9, ooh 9 this time
I’ma say this one time, one time only
Water gezin!
Wouldn’t understand
’cause ski with me in this bi^^h
You know, gang s^^t

What you don’t understand about me is (yeah what?)
I never gave a f^^k about a goddamn thing (what? Yeah)
I wake up in the morning
Do my goddamn thing, I— (oh! Oh!)
Huh! What you don’t understand about me is (uh-huh)
I never gave a f^^k about a goddamn thing (uh-huh)
I wake up in the morning
Do my goddamn thing (woah!)
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I—

I’m lost in my abyss (uh-huh!)
Wake up, all I see is black, a solar eclipse (uh-huh)
All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip (uh-huh)
Told your bi^^h to get on her knees
And suck the d^^k right (freak ho, yeah, yeah)
I’ma live my life like it’s my last days
Don’t believe in slow, I’m moving fast paced
Ain’t no tom and jerry around here, ain’t no rat race
This is a outrage (this is a outrage)
I ain’t sleep in like 6 days
I ain’t sleep in like 6 days
Popping percs, I can’t think straight
I can’t think straight
I still run it like a relay, relay
Run it, run it

What you don’t understand about me is
I never gave a f^^k about a goddamn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I—

I break the pill into minerals (what else?)
Then I put it in my cereal, uh (what else?)
They look at me as a criminal (what else?)
Hate on the kd ’cause this s^^t getting critical
Yaa dig?)
You got a lambo’ truck, it’s rented though (ya dig?)
Look at my car, you can’t, it’s tinted, ho (ya dig?)
Bad bi^^h in the back seat, got ten of those (ya dig?)
Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (ya dig?)
I got them puzzled, just like a riddle (uh)
Freestyle s^^t, I don’t ever spit writtens (uh)
Beat up the pu^^y, I don’t f^^k with the kitten (shh)
Thirty clip hanging out the black- a^s smith & (shh)
Catch me listenin’ to john lennon (aye!)
With your bi^^h in versace linens (aye, bi^^h)
Or maybe ozzy, or maybe billy idol
That’s one of my idols living (on god)
I’m in the party, I don’t really need no posse
I’m boolin’ with 150 (on god)
That’s my shawty, finna get the boy name
Tatted all over her ti^ties (on god)
Remember hood rocks and stealin’ food out of hibachi
Wouldn’t catch me tippin’ (on god)
Brand new shotty, twelve-gauge on that body
Don’t let me catch you slipping (grrah)
Yeahh

What you don’t understand about me is
I never gave a f^^k about a goddamn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I—

I pour my lean up, ooh
Yeah, maybe I should try water, huh
Water, ‘er

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