Henessy

Juice WRLD

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Joey Rock Martin

Hennessy, Hennessy, woah
Hennessy, Hennessy, woah, yeah
Hennessy, Hennessy, woah
That be the remedy, oh yeah
Hennessy, Hennessy, woah
Hennessy, Hennessy, woah, yeah
Hennessy, Hennessy, woah
That be the remedy, oh yeah
I got a hundred my club, just like a centipede, oh yeah
21, 21, 21, 21 century, oh yeah
Hennessy, Hennessy, woah
Hennessy, Hennessy, woah, yeah
Hennessy, Hennessy, woah
That be the remedy, oh yeah

I've been sippin' hard
I've been sellin' hard
I've been fucking hard
Off of the Hennessy, oh yeah
I got guns on me
I got foreigns on me
I got drugs on me
Mixed with the Hennessy, oh yeah
I may crack your broad
Bro may crack your car
He be cracking cards
Just for some Hennessy, oh yeah
I took shit too far
Henny mixed with bars
Now I'm in the stars
Hennessy remedy, oh yeah

Maybe I should slow down
Maybe I should speed up
I live in the fast lane
She know she can't keep up
She said that she need us
She really need Jesus
Hennessy and Xanax
Tearing that bitch into pieces, yeah

Buy another round
Take it down town, yeah
It's only 9 O'clock
But I got 8 down
I got niggas on the block
They just got 8 pounds
If you run up, try to take shit
You getting 8 rounds
I was drinking all night
I've been thinking all night
I've been dreaming of the fast lane
Yeah, the fast life
I just left my black wife
For another black wife
Then I fuck my white wife
Four times, three nights

She said she don't do coke
I call that a white lie
Even when I'm in Givenchy
I still tuck a .45
And it's still 3 9's 'til I die
And it's still 3 9's 'til I die