Juice Wrld - Mistletoe lyrics

Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh Her ni**a say I got a Gucci purse But what I got in this purse'll get 'em murked (Pew, whoo, bing) Load 'em up, put 'em in a hearse Yeah, yuh, yuh, skrrt, skrrt (Load 'em up) Yeah, what Her ni**a say I got a Gucci purse (Uh-huh) But what I got in here prolly get him murked (Uh-huh) Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (Uh-huh) Ballin' out super hard, Kyrie Irv' (Uh-huh) And her ni**a say I got the Louis purse (Uh-huh) But what I got in here prolly get him murked (Uh-huh) Load it up, let it go, get him murked (Uh-huh) Every day, I ball out, Kyrie Irving (Uh-huh) I'ma swerve in the suburbs off the Bourbon (Woah, woah) Off a Perky, I'm a whole different person (Woah, woah) On my IG, sh*t, she be lurkin' (Woah, woah) On some high-key sh*t, my heart hurtin' (Mhm) I can't never trust a ho' again, no, no, no (No) Run up on me, load it up, and then I let it go (Go) .40 give a ni**a a kiss like a mistletoe (What) Only take one shot b*tch, I ain't missin' ho' (Yeah) Shoot my shot with any b*tch, but I ain't missin ho' (Yeah) I may love her while I fu*k her, I won't miss her though (Yeah) All the lies that she told to my earlobe (Yeah) In her eyes I'm still her hero (Yeah) Bank account got commas and zeros (Yeah) You don't wanna know how much they got me for (Yeah) Really love it when you su*k me sloppy, ho' (Yeah) Turn a ni**a brains into sloppy joe, woah (Baow, baow, yeah) Her ni**a say I got a Gucci purse But what I got in this purse'll get 'em murked (Gang, gang, gang) Load 'em up, put 'em in a hearse (Nine, nine, nine, woah) Load 'em up Her ni**a say I got a Gucci purse (Uh-huh) But what I got in here prolly get him murked (Uh-huh) Load it up, let it go, he in a hearse (Uh-huh) Ballin' out super hard, Kyrie Irv' (Uh-huh) And her ni**a say I got the Louis purse But what I got in here prolly get him murked (Uh-huh) Load it up, let it go, get him murked (Uh-huh) Every day, I ball out, Kyrie Irving (Uh-huh)