No Good

Cold

(Special Request)

Ain't nothin' but a, uh, no-good bad woman

Yeah, huh, no-good, diamond-watchin' woman

Uh

(Hey, Rvssian)

She ain't nothin' but a no-good, diamond-watchin' woman

Only love me 'cause she see Versace on my linens

Baby, I'm not God, so your sins are not forgiven

I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin'

Mama told me, "Cut the bad ho's off with the scissors" (Bad ho's off)

Make 'em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard, uh (Disappear)

Bae, I'm high off narcotics, so your name, I cannot remember (Uh)

Using opiates overly, openly fuckin' up my image, yeah

Uh, one thing you need to know about me is (Yeah)

All I ever wanted was love and money, yeah (Yeah)

One thing you need to know about me is (Yeah)

This rock star life turned me to a junkie (Yeah)

Uh, another thing you need to know about me is (Yeah)

I'm full of addictions, decisions vindictive (Uh-huh, oh, oh)

Subject a lil' sensitive, maybe I should just shallow it (yeah)

Went from talkin' depression to money-makin' prerogative

Yeah, still a smart guy, could've got a scholarship (Oh)

Said fuck college, I'ma tell you how I started it (Oh-oh)

It took one phone call from G-Money, that's my dog (Yeah)

Turned me from a twenty-dollar nigga to millions in my drawers (Drawers, yeah)

This song's about all my talents and vices (Oh-oh)

Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (Oh-oh)

Until it piss your father off, he already pissed though (Oh-oh)

I know 'cause his daughter on my tour givin' deep throat (Oh, Yeah, yeah, yeah)

This song's about all my talents and vices (Oh-oh)

Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (Oh-oh)

Your girl give me fellatio, you should be excited (Oh, oh-oh)

'Cause when she come back to you, that's a million-dollar nut kiss (Oh-oh, mwah)

She ain't nothin' but a no-good, diamond-watchin' woman

Only love me 'cause she see Versace on my linens

Baby, I'm not God, so your sins are not forgiven

I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin'

Mama told me, "Cut the bad ho's off with the scissors" (Bad ho's off)

Make 'em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard, uh (Disappear)

Bae, I'm high off narcotics, so your name, I cannot remember (Uh)

Using opiates overly, openly fuckin' up my image, yeah

I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and girls, right?

I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout drugs, the weed and the pills

I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and ho's, right?

And clothes, I was overly exposed

Now I'm bearin' the fruits my mama planted, they done growed

Hell yeah, they done glowed up, I done glowed up

Oxycodone got me sewed up, gotta remain focused

And these groupie hoes bogus, everybody knows it

But they turn me to a poet with the love commotion

Blood, sweat, and tears, money parted it, Moses

Used to roll mid, now it's gas what I'm smokin' (What I'm smokin')

Like I farted, hit the gas, I'm in motion (I'm in motion), I departed

Wrist hangin' out the window, cost your apartment

This the brightest that my life ever been

I need diamonds all over for when it get dark again

Called my mama up and told her that the devil marchin' in

She sent me Bible verses, then I got distracted by some nudes from a sex worker (Sex worker)

Who am I to not text back? That's networking (Networking)

Who am I to lie about my life? I know the truth hurts (Truth hurts)

Who am I to say that this ain't one of my best verses?

Uh-oh, too bad that it's over (Over)

She ain't nothin' but a no-good, diamond-watchin' woman

Only love me 'cause she see Versace on my linens

Baby, I'm not God, so your sins are not forgiven

I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin'

Mama told me, "Cut the bad ho's off with the scissors" (Bad ho's off)

Make 'em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard, uh (Disappear)

Bae, I'm high off narcotics, so your name, I cannot remember (Uh)

Using opiates overly, openly fuckin' up my image, yeah

I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and girls, right? (Yeah, oh-oh)

I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout drugs, the weed and the pills (Yeah, oh-oh)

I grew up on all types, I'm talkin' 'bout music and ho's, right? (Yeah, oh-oh, right)

And clothes, I was overly exposed (Oh-oh-oh-oh)

Now I'm bearin' the fruits my mama planted, they done growed

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh