Video Purple Ocean de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Purple Ocean Lyrics

[Intro]
(CakeBoy Bally)

[Chorus]
Double cup, Robitus', numb the pain, run it up
Hunnid bands in my jogging pants, bitch, I'm rich as fuck
Choppa, blam, make 'em running man, make 'em dance
Rob 'em for his bands, let me see his hands
Keep them bitches up
Smoking out the Bentley
Thirty on me, only give 'em a ten-peace
Perky on me, perky on me floatin'
Me and McMillan becodeine pourin'
Me and G-Money becodeine pourin'
And I have a missus, she be codeine pouring (Ayy, ayy)
I stay leanin' off the potion
Drowning in thе purple ocean

[Verse 1]
Uh, ayy, I'm gettin' paid, shе wanna fuck, she get slayed
Married to the bucks, I'm in a tux
Walk up the aisle to the cream
A thousand miles in my Amiri Jeans
Not one pair, bitch, bought 'em by the thirteen
Seeing green every day of the week, money don't make me happy
Ohh, ayy, what you say?
Cut to the chase, out my face
Half of these niggas switched up on the boy
And the other half only here for the cake
I'm just tryna heal my pain
Niggas changed, drivin' me insane
R.I.P. my niggas in the grave
Grew up totin' guns, misbehave
Grew up takin' drugs to the brain
Grew up robbin' plugs for the 'caine
I was only tryna make a way
John Madden, tryna make a play
Steve Madden with the shoes, they ain't Jimmy Choo
Nigga, you out of date
Bitch, I'm ballin', that's why I got these bitches callin'
All on me, I can't get 'em off me
[Chorus]
Double cup, Robitus', numb the pain, run it up
Hunnid bands in my jogging pants, bitch, I'm rich as fuck
Choppa, blam, make 'em running man, make 'em dance
Rob 'em for his bands, let me see his hands
Keep them bitches up
Smoking out the Bentley
Thirty on me, only give 'em a ten-peace
Perky on me, perky on me floatin'
Me and McMillan becodeine pourin'
Me and G-Money becodeine pourin'
And I have a missus, she be codeine pouring (Ayy, ayy)
I stay leanin' off the potion
Drowning in the purple ocean

[Verse 2]
I stay leanin' off the potion
So high, I'm like, "Oh, shit"
Shocked your bitch with the drip, she caught some of this voltage
They know I'm the shit, hate on that 'cause they out here, bogus
They broke not my problem, literally shit out a million dollars
Stay in the cut, got my hand on my choppa
I got prescriptions, I feel like a doctor
Takin' these Percocets, they tell me to stop it
Poppin' em K9, with no doggie
S&W, fire, and I'm a cowboy, light off on your face, I'ma go AWOL
They really tryna shot, feel like John Wall
Police come, don't know shit at all
[Chorus]
Double cup, Robitus', numb the pain, run it up
Hunnid bands in my jogging pants, bitch, I'm rich as fuck
Choppa, blam, make 'em running man, make 'em dance
Rob 'em for his bands, let me see his hands
Keep them bitches up
Smoking out the Bentley
Thirty on me, only give 'em a ten-peace
Perky on me, perky on me floatin'
Me and McMillan becodeine pourin'
Me and G-Money becodeine pourin'
And I have a missus, she be codeine pouring (Ayy, ayy)
I stay leanin' off the potion
Drowning in the purple ocean