Official Lyrics To 'You Wouldn't Understand' By Juice WRLD

Juice WRLD Lyrics

Here is the official lyrics to 'You Wouldn't Understand' by Juice WRLD. A Juice WRLD posthumous album has recently been released, titled 'Fighting Demons'. 'You Wouldn't Understand' is the 3rd track on the 18 track album.

Juice WRLD - You Wouldn't Understand Lyrics

Intro
(808 Mafia)
Oh, oh, oh
9, oh, 9 this time (I'ma say this one time, one time only)
Water (What you don’t understand)
Got Ski with me in this bitch, you know? Gang shit

Chorus
What you don't understand 'bout me is (Yeah)
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing (What? What? Yeah)
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing, I (Woah)
Huh (Uh)
What you don’t understand 'bout me is (Uh-huh)
I never gave a fuck 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

Verse 1
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 bitch to get on her knees and suck the dick 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 ’round here, ain't no rat race
This is an outrage (This is an outrage)
I ain’t sleep in like six days (I ain't sleep in like six 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)

Chorus
What you don't understand 'bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I

Verse 2
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 kid 'cause this shit getting critical (Ya 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 bitch in the back seat, got ten of those (Ya dig?)
Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (Ya dig?)
I got 'em puzzled just like a riddle (Uh)
Freestyle shit, I don't ever spit writtens (Uh)
Beat up the pussy, I don't fuck with the kitten (Shh)
Thirty clip hanging out the black-ass Smith & (Shh)
Catch me listening to John Lennon (Ayy)
With your bitch in Versace linens (Ayy, bitch)
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 booling with 150 (On God)
That's my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted all over her titties (On God)
Remember Huaraches and stealing food out of Hibachi,
Wouldn't catch me tipping (On God)
Brand new shotty, twelve-gauge on that body,
Don't let me catch you slipping, yeah, yeah (Grrah)

Chorus
What you don't understand 'bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I

Outro
I pour my lean, oh
Yeah, maybe I should try water, huh
Water

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