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Juice WRLD - Dolce Jeans (Three) (Lyrics)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Off the Percs, got me scratchin’ through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's a glass of the D’USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck, you want this dick say, "Please"

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Juice WRLD - Dolce Jeans (Three) (Lyrics)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Off the Percs, got me scratchin’ through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's a glass of the D’USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck, you want this dick say, "Please"
It ain't no bitch in my blood, nigga, don't play with me
Real nigga soul, brand new Balenci’s, not a week old
Fuck them niggas that got my brother locked up, they told
If I wasn’t busy gettin’ money, I put a bullet right in they skull
Heartbreak nigga, I don't ever fold

VV’s, no Eskimo
Fucked your bitch with her friends, bonus round for the extra hoe
My kids, in her throat like cinnamon


Truth is hard to swallow hoe
Yo, Pi'erre, pop outside, it's time to go (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ain't running through the six, but I got woes, uh
Friends turn to foes, money gettin' long
Aim the beam at yo’ head, now you got a red nose (Woah-woah)
Glock .40 on me, finger the gun it's horny

Off the Percs, got me scratchin’ through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's a glass of the D’USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck, you want this dick say, "Please"
It ain't no bitch in my blood, nigga, don't play with me
Real nigga soul, brand new Balenci’s, not a week old
Fuck them niggas that got my brother locked up, they told
If I wasn’t busy gettin’ money, I put a bullet right in they skull


Heartbreak nigga I don't ever fold

Sippin' on four fours, totin’ on a four-oh
Hit ‘em in the brain, uh-oh
Sure is purdy, but, I ain’t down to fuck, hoe
I don’t even fuck hoes, just pass ‘em to my bros (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Take my cash then I bury it
I ain’t tryna' get money, I’m tryna' marry it
Take my cash then I buried it
I ain’t tryna' get money, I’m tryna' marry it

Off the Percs, got me scratchin’ through these Dolce jeans
If it ain't lean, then it's a glass of the D’USSÉ, please
Have some manners when we fuck, you want this dick say, "Please"


It ain't no bitch in my blood, nigga don't play with me
Real nigga soul, brand new Balenci’s, not a week old
Fuck them niggas that got my brother locked up, they told
If I wasn’t busy gettin’ money, I put a bullet right in they skull
Heartbreak nigga I don't ever fold