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Arctic Tundra (Explicit) - Nicki Minaj/Juice WRLD
Lyrics by：Onika Maraj/Jarad Higgins/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Filip Gezin/Bryan Simmons/Max Lord
Composed by：Onika Maraj/Jarad Higgins/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Filip Gezin/Bryan Simmons/Max Lord
Produced by：Dez Wright/Gezin/TM88
Bad ******* run the world let me make it clear
When I leave Juice WRLD I'm back to pink hair
Haha Max Lord preach it haha
Gezin
I **** the blunt up haha
Yeah I'm on marijuana
Marijuana
My lean plug say he'll be here in a second
Pull up
I'm getting high I'm feelin' restless
I'm sad
Feel like I'm finna die
R.I.P.
**** the blunt up then **** your momma
Uh-huh
My VVS cold like an arctic tundra
A 40 on me woah you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good give me Becky like yeah
She ride it like yeah in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill no Hibachi yeah
This Young Money ENT **** that negative Nancy
I'm still balling I'm still balling NBA on TNT
Came through dripping D&G always ducking TMZ
Flow still need that EMT tell her get at me and see
I'm the type of talk but ******* is a kindly shocker
I get it before they cop it always been that type of shopper
And I never tell a lie I just put one in the sky
I just popped me a transformer getting money 'til we die
'Til we die we gon' be fly made a milli' in Shanghai
I don't need job applications for that pressure I apply
That is why they gotta lie that is just how they get by
But my flow still gon' be wavy and your flow still gon' be dry
I done ****** the world up in ten short years
Had teachers like Weezy F. and been all ears
Blue studs that's VVS then get more peers
They been praying on my downfall still need more prayers I'ma
**** the bag up and **** your daddy
I'ma stay up like I've popped 3 Addys
Girl with the blonde hair they call me Barbie
Let's get faded and have a party yeah
If you got that bum put your hands in the air
Catch me somewhere ******* a blunt up
And ******* on your momma
I'm high as hell mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets getting fatter elevate like a ladder
.30 and that .40 make you percolate like a dancer
I'm colder than the North Pole Blitzen and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole she a dirty dancer
Her ex-nigga too low she don't got no standards
He ain't right me?
You don't live a better life
Ran it up like Jerry Rice I don't gotta say it twice
This is real life your nigga is Fisher-Price
Now you read minds you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga right?
Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair
Said he want the Max like some Nike Air
****** his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare
Looking this good shouldn't even be fair
Looking this good shouldn't even be
**** the girls that just hate on baddies
Shout the bad ******* that act all baddy
Nothing but all this designer on me
All of my niggas throwing up gang signs for me
For me