Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bees Knees, artist - Juice WRLD. Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Bees Knees |
| Chasing the lean |
| Rotting my brain (AP Gang) |
| Let’s do it |
| Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly |
| Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me |
| Sorry to say |
| Groupie hoes wanna come my way |
| Come take this pic and get out my face |
| Ran into my main thing |
| Come take this dick and you can stay |
| It’s my year, year, year |
| Codeine sip, no beer |
| Holy shit, he’s the shit |
| Words from my peers |
| Don’t like me? |
| You can suck a dick |
| It’s how it goes around here |
| Hellboy, oh yeah |
| 6-shooter in the ear |
| Try me, you wanna fuck with me, bitch, then fuck with me |
| You wanna kill me, nigga, then pop me |
| These niggas really want me dead |
| I don’t really think they’re that lucky |
| I just told my bitch I love her (I did) |
| I hope she think I mean it |
| I wouldn’t lie about that shit, trust me |
| I wouldn’t lie about street shit, trust me |
| I wouldn’t lie about drug shit, trust me |
| See, that drug shit hide the ugly |
| And I ain’t never been ugly, trust me |
| Dicked up on her, bang, percussion |
| We had a Snoop Dogg discussion |
| A sexual eruption |
| Open up them legs I’m hungry |
| Bank account erupting |
| I need me a safe or something |
| I’m a dirt bike-riding junkie |
| I don’t need that Wraith for nothin' |
| But it’s a Wraith for my wrist or somethin' |
| Hoes wanna raid my wrist or somethin' |
| The cops wanna raid my crib for nothin' |
| It’s 'cause we black, that’s how they comin' (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12) |
| Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly |
| Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me |
| Sorry to say |
| Groupie hoes wanna come my way |
| Come take this pic and get out my face |
| Got champagne glass on my kitchen counter |
| It’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait |
| Nigga wait |
| Nigga, it’s a wave, nigga, I’m the waviest wave |
| Tennis chains, forgetting about the world our forefathers paved |
| Ay, who am I to talk, I’m AP gang |
| 150 on my wrist, okay |
| You should’ve been afraid, uh |
| Cookin' up, then I play, uh |
| Brand new china set for the house |
| Versace dinner plates, ah |
| What your momma tell you about getting involved? |
| Yeah, you got you a gun, but you’re still too soft |
| You ain’t gon' shoot that bitch at all |
| If I got it on me, I’ma let that bitch off |
| Hot Boy, young Lil Wayne shit |
| Look at the socks, boy |
| 'Cause I’m a Glock boy |
| No clue, huggin' a thot boy |
| Givin' 'em top, where they brain is |
| I’m a rockstar-lifestyle-livin' |
| Dirt bike-ridin', totin' stainless |
| Bank account erupting |
| I need me a safe or something |
| I’m a dirt bike-riding junkie |
| I don’t need that Wraith for nothin' |
| But it’s a Wraith for my wrist or somethin' |
| Hoes wanna raid my wrist or somethin' |
| The cops wanna raid my crib for nothin' |
| It’s 'cause we black, that’s how they comin' |
| Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly |
| Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me |
| Sorry to say |
| Groupie hoes wanna come my way |
| Come take this pic and get out my face |
| Champagne glass on my kitchen counter |
| It’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades |
| Let me switch up on y’all fuck niggas |
| Double-cup pleasure (Double) |
| Can I feel this way forever? |
| It don’t matter how fucked up I get offa the drugs |
| Still givin' my effort, all my effort |
| Phone line going AWOL, I’m a plug now |
| They act like my music is the new drug in town |
| The bee’s knees, I am (The bee’s knees) |
| The bee’s knees (Bitch I am) |
| The bee’s knees |
| It’s time for these hoes let’s three-way |
| Now I got money I can afford loyalty |
| It’s a cruel deal, gotta pay for loyalty |
| To do what I do, you need a whole team |
| It’s child’s play to me, ay |
| The bee’s knees, I am |
| The bee’s knees, I am |
| OC, never do coke, no |
| Fuck a nose-bleed |
| Red and white, God’s cocaine, no seeds |
| Thots in the Bent', smokin' thrax, countin' up the racks |
| Bitch, I’m the bee’s knees |
| I’m OC |
| Never do coke, no, fuck a nose bleed |
| Red and white, God’s cocaine, no seeds |
| Thot’s in the Bently, smokin' thrax, countin' up the racks and the beans |
| Oh, I’m the bee’s knees |
| Knees (I am the bee’s knees) |
| Niggas not ready for this shit at all |
| Listen, we’re just talkin' that talkin' that talk |
| We’re just talkin' that boss (That's right) |
| Mu’fucka, I’m high |
| A Death Race for Love |
| I ain’t just racing for love though |
| My heart racing, my money racing, my mind racing |
| All blacked-out unless I’m gon' race it |
| Lucid Dreams still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir) |
| I took her and smiled and you lookin' like «How could she say this?» |
| (Timeless music, bitch) |
| Smokin' thrax |
| Yeah, alright, fuck rap, just need that Black card |
| This time I’m gon' show you all my heart |
| (Where the Perc’s at?) |
| (I thought I told you to stop fuckin' with me) |
| I’m a business man, so that mean I’m about my business (Preach) |
| (Hey man, a «bidness man», not a «business man», nigga, a «bidness man») |
| ID got that shit |
| That boy got the shit (No cap, no cap, no cap) |
| I know y’all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball |
| Just ran the three-man weave |