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Juice Wrld – Porridge Lyrics

Porridge by Juice Wrld

Yeah, it’s early as f*ck in the morning
It’s like some early-in-the-f*ck–
Oh yeah it’s on some early ass music too
Just waking up in like the 70’s or something, yeah

Good morning
Woke up smokin’ gas in a foreign
I’m in Los Angeles with a bad b*tch
And a savage
Got a ratchet
Let ’em have it
Pull up without warning (Skrrrt)
Sunny day but them bullets make it stormy
She gon’ blow the whole team like porridge
You got lean, whatchu waiting for pour it, yeah

Book a flight, she from out the country
Bad lil b*tch, she from Paris bring me some Givenchy
Cocaine got her fienin’, yeah, gas got me dreamin’, yeah, yeah
She call me everything except sober and single, yeah
In the strip club I’m just tryna mingle, yeah
Checkin’ hoes lookin’ at they ring finger, yeah
Got my Gucci jacket out the drycleaners, yeah
Gotta stay fresh, yeah, fresh to death, yeah
Easy season, all four seasons
Flex-finessin’ all these women
Bad b*tch, fat ass, bad habits
High fashion, fabric livin’ lavish
Smokin’ gas I ain’t never on “E”
Outer space baby, yeah I’m outta your reach
Ball like NBA baby, yeah I’m outta your league
f*ck all night off a perky, don’t get fatigued

Good morning
Woke up smoking gas in a foreign
I’m in Los Angeles with a bad b*tch
And a savage
Got a ratchet
Let ’em have it
Pull up without warning (Skrrrt)
Sunny day but them bullets make it stormy
She gon’ blow the whole team like porridge
You got lean, whatchu waiting for pour it, yeah

I’m in Cali, Moonrock get the backwoods ready
Bro got a .40, c*ck it back, aim it steady
I do as I please, record deal under my feet
She tryna play me, I play her like PS3
Game on, VVS put my chains on
Hang on, lemme get rich and put the gang on
Two phones, one for the women and one for the hoes
Nowadays I could prolly f*ck on the bad b*tches back at home
That wouldn’t let me hit, now they let me hit, split
Prolly f*ck they friends, suck me for a quick fix
Don’t forget it ’til you, look like I hit a lick, you
Love the way that she lick you, I buy like a pick you [?]

Good morning
Woke up smoking gas in a foreign
I’m in Los Angeles with a bad b*tch
And a savage
Got a ratchet
Let ’em have it
Pull up without warning (Skrrrt)
Sunny day but them bullets make it stormy
She gon’ blow the whole team like porridge
You got lean, whatchu waiting for pour it, yeah

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[Thanks To “Ryan” For Adding Theses Lyrics]
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