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Juice WRLD - Getting Late ( Unreleased )

Juice WRLD - Getting Late ( Unreleased ) 🔴 Lyrics 🔽🔽🔽 Yeah, It's getting late you should go home It's getting late you should go home Security will show you to the door I ain't pickin' up my phone So, you assume that I'm out with a whore Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue I got your wifey lookin' like a whore Dread my hair, they did it all before They comparing me to him and him, they did it all before That's okay cause I'ma do it more Buy some Gucci's, just don't scuff 'em on the floor, huh Better take your shoes off at the door, bruh We ain't lovin' sluts, ain't lovin' whores, bruh Remember when I had to kick the door, bruh Now I'm tryin' to kick it with the floor, uh I mean with my feet up Now I'm tryin' to kick it with my feet up Play a little 2k, maybe try a little Fifa I remember I was crackin' visas Now I'm fuckin' someone's girlfriend, her name Lisa Do you feel me? Cause I don't feel ya It's getting late you should go home Security will show you to the door I ain't pickin' up my phone So, you assume that I'm out with a whore Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue I got your wifey lookin' like a whore Dread my hair, they did it all before They comparing me to him and him, they did it all before Tryin' to get out of the friend zone OD off of the benzos It's a party tonight, here's the info No fake niggas, fucks, get the memo Bring the pints in See 'em on the horizon My connections, sound like Verizon Gun get to singin', I'ma beat the pot with the left hand Married to the money, you ain't even the best man I'ma put my dick, it's touchin' her intestines Hold my dick just like a mic, that bitch was testin' Mic check nigga, you get chin checked, nigga Got a bankroll, you get chin checked with it I've been ballin' hard, in the Monclair fitted Bad bitch on my team, yeah she takes visits Huh, I be in that program like I was gifted Her love's a no show Keep that on the low, though She loves the benzos I love the bands, though Her love's a no show Keep that on the low, though High off the benzos Tryin' to get out of the friend zone It's getting late you should go home Security will show you to the door I ain't pickin' up my phone So, you assume that I'm out with a whore Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue I got your wifey lookin' like a whore Dread my hair, they did it all before They comparing me to him and him, they did it all before