Bad JuJu - Roc Marciano/Larry June.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Larry June/Roc Marci
[00:25.468] In my living room, just chillin', countin’ paper
[00:28.738] Chair cost a lot, it done started conversation
[00:31.876] Two cribs in the Bay, one for staycation
[00:34.845] Casual lil' dinner, six hundred at Crustacean's
[00:38.059] Quick lil’ trap, red bottoms hit the pavement
[00:40.870] Mason Cafe when I drop the location
[00:43.835] She put it on the table then we started word exchangin'
[00:46.745] A caramel latte as I browse through the paper
[00:49.679] I been doing this since the plastic on the couch and shit
[00:53.227] Eating top notch, man, I can't even pronounce the shit
[00:56.150] I don't got no time, love, I'm out of it
[00:58.554] Never been the type to play the lottеry
[01:00.589] Puttin' in work like a college kid
[01:02.847] Wholе time, I was on some modest shit
[01:05.192] June, why you so nonchalant and shit?
[01:07.752] Spent three hundred, don't acknowledge it
[01:09.859] Guarantee my shit hold value, kid
[01:12.241] Came from nothin', now we really having shit
[01:14.328] Running up another one
[01:16.010] Nah, this the other one
[01:17.415] Had to turn the oven up
[01:18.833] Twenty-four cookin’ up
[01:20.355] Tipped the valet a hundred upon pulling up
[01:23.509] Parked my shit right in the front
[01:25.102] I’m just grabbin' somethin’
[01:26.586] What's happenin'?
[01:33.977] Y'all niggas look bad, man
[01:35.169] Y’all niggas look like y'all be shoppin' at Macy's, man
[01:39.288] Prayed and fasted 'til the most high gave me answers
[01:41.958] Two ladies naked on the table look like angels dancing
[01:45.086] Every tramp in the stable got manners
[01:48.060] My face alone demand that you pay me handsome
[01:51.417] My mink touch the ankles when I'm standing
[01:53.970] Cartier bangles on my hands, was on some hand-in-hand shit
[01:57.250] Standard shit, been pimpin' and panderin'
[01:59.890] Wearing drip, the two go together hand-in-hand like companionship
[02:03.572] Any b***h abandon ship I ain't trippin', this ain't a marriage
[02:06.837] But even parents split, shit happens
[02:09.813] I don't do tit-for-tat, last I heard you was doing voodoo magic
[02:13.270] Using witchcraft, rumor has it
[02:15.789] You could feel the bad juju in you
[02:17.846] And your flat is a small one-bedroom in Manhattan
[02:21.186] With just a stool and a mattress
[02:22.858] A shrine with a flick of me in a Gucci jacket
[02:25.285] Had to be spooky, I imagine (Scary)
[02:27.905] But it's accurate, put that on my rap career
[02:31.057] I don't do the cap in here
[02:32.663] You hiding under your cap like you have no hair
[02:34.759] I got an afro and a beard
[02:36.236] I'm a pharaoh, we actually have the same exact head
[02:40.083] Everything whole silhouette
[02:41.805] I just know if the pillowcases ain't silk, I can't get no rest
[02:49.458] I don't sleep on cotton, b***h
[02:54.220] Get around
[02:57.568] I'm sorry I hollered at you
[03:00.060] Okay?
[03:01.446] I accept your apology
[03:03.436] Alright, I wanna ask you something
[03:06.791] Hmm, well, if you're asking if, do I sleep alone every night of the week? I'd have to say no
[03:13.990] So what are you asking?

文本歌词

作曲 : Larry June/Roc Marci
In my living room, just chillin', countin’ paper
Chair cost a lot, it done started conversation
Two cribs in the Bay, one for staycation
Casual lil' dinner, six hundred at Crustacean's
Quick lil’ trap, red bottoms hit the pavement
Mason Cafe when I drop the location
She put it on the table then we started word exchangin'
A caramel latte as I browse through the paper
I been doing this since the plastic on the couch and shit
Eating top notch, man, I can't even pronounce the shit
I don't got no time, love, I'm out of it
Never been the type to play the lottеry
Puttin' in work like a college kid
Wholе time, I was on some modest shit
June, why you so nonchalant and shit?
Spent three hundred, don't acknowledge it
Guarantee my shit hold value, kid
Came from nothin', now we really having shit
Running up another one
Nah, this the other one
Had to turn the oven up
Twenty-four cookin’ up
Tipped the valet a hundred upon pulling up
Parked my shit right in the front
I’m just grabbin' somethin’
What's happenin'?
Y'all niggas look bad, man
Y’all niggas look like y'all be shoppin' at Macy's, man
Prayed and fasted 'til the most high gave me answers
Two ladies naked on the table look like angels dancing
Every tramp in the stable got manners
My face alone demand that you pay me handsome
My mink touch the ankles when I'm standing
Cartier bangles on my hands, was on some hand-in-hand shit
Standard shit, been pimpin' and panderin'
Wearing drip, the two go together hand-in-hand like companionship
Any b***h abandon ship I ain't trippin', this ain't a marriage
But even parents split, shit happens
I don't do tit-for-tat, last I heard you was doing voodoo magic
Using witchcraft, rumor has it
You could feel the bad juju in you
And your flat is a small one-bedroom in Manhattan
With just a stool and a mattress
A shrine with a flick of me in a Gucci jacket
Had to be spooky, I imagine (Scary)
But it's accurate, put that on my rap career
I don't do the cap in here
You hiding under your cap like you have no hair
I got an afro and a beard
I'm a pharaoh, we actually have the same exact head
Everything whole silhouette
I just know if the pillowcases ain't silk, I can't get no rest
I don't sleep on cotton, b***h
Get around
I'm sorry I hollered at you
Okay?
I accept your apology
Alright, I wanna ask you something
Hmm, well, if you're asking if, do I sleep alone every night of the week? I'd have to say no
So what are you asking?