You Wouldn’t Understand Lyrics by Juice WRLD is the latest English song from “Fighting Demons”. The song is produced by Nils, Max Lord, Gezin while the song lyrics were written by Nedim Melkic, Max Lord, Juice WRLD, Gezin.
“You Wouldn’t Understand” Track Info:
| Song | You Wouldn’t Understand Lyrics |
| Album | Fighting Demons |
| Singer | Juice WRLD |
| Producer | Nils, Max Lord, Gezin |
| Lyrics | Nedim Melkic, Max Lord, Juice WRLD, Gezin |
You Wouldn’t Understand Lyrics
808 Mafia!
Oh! Oh! Oh! 9, Oh! 9 This Time
(I’ma Say This One Time, One Time Only)
Water Gezin!
Wouldn’t Understand
(‘Cause Ski With Me In This Bi*ch)
(You Know, Gang Sh*t)
What You Don’t Understand About Me Is (Yeah! What?)
I Never Gave A Fu*k About A Goddamn Thing (What? Yeah!)
I Wake Up In The Morning
Do My Goddamn Thing, I— (Oh! Oh!)
Huh! What You Don’t Understand About Me Is (Uh-Huh!)
I Never Gave A Fu*k About A Goddamn Thing (Uh-Huh!)
I Wake Up In The Morning
Do My Goddamn Thing (Woah!)
I Pop, I Sip, I Pour Up Lean, I—
I’m Lost In My Abyss (Uh-Huh!)
Wake Up, All I See Is Black, A Solar Eclipse (Uh-Huh!)
All I Know Is Guns And Sex, Load Up The Clip (Uh-Huh!)
Told Your Bi*ch To Get On Her Knees
And Suck The Di*k Right (Freak Ho, Yeah! Yeah!)
I’ma Live My Life Like It’s My Last Days
Don’t Believe In Slow, I’m Moving Fast Paced
Ain’t No Tom And Jerry Around Here, Ain’t No Rat Race
This Is A Outrage (This Is A Outrage)
I Ain’t Sleep In Like Six Days
(I Ain’t Sleep In Like Six Days)
Popping Percs, I Can’t Think Straight
(I Can’t Think Straight)
I Still Run It Like A Relay, Relay
(Run It, Run It)
What You Don’t Understand About Me Is
I Never Gave A Fu*k About A Goddamn Thing
I Wake Up In The Morning, Do My Goddamn Thing
I Pop, I Sip, I Pour Up Lean, I—
I Break The Pill Into Minerals (What Else?)
Then I Put It In My Cereal, Uh (What Else?)
They Look At Me As A Criminal (What Else?)
Hate On The Kid ’cause This Sh*t Getting Critical
(Ya Dig?)
You Got A Lambo’ Truck, It’s Rented Though (Ya Dig?)
Look At My Car, You Can’t, It’s Tinted, Ho (Ya Dig?)
Bad Bi*ch In The Back Seat, Got Ten Of Those (Ya Dig?)
Hit Her Like A Dance, Gigolo-Gigolo (Ya Dig?)
I Got Them Puzzled, Just Like A Riddle (Uh)
Freestyle Sh*t, I Don’t Ever Spit Writtens (Uh)
Beat Up The Pu*sy, I Don’t Fu*k With The Kitten (Shh)
Thirty Clip Hanging Out The Black- A$$ Smith & (Shh)
Catch Me Listenin’ To John Lennon (Aye!)
With Your Bi*ch In Versace Linens (Aye! Bi*ch)
Or Maybe Ozzy, Or Maybe Billy Idol
That’s One Of My Idols Living (On God)
I’m In The Party, I Don’t Really Need No Posse
I’m Boolin’ With 150 (On God)
That’s My Shawty, Finna Get The Boy Name
Tatted All Over Her Ti*ties (On God)
Remember Hood Rocks And Stealin’ Food Out Of Hibachi
Wouldn’t Catch Me Tippin’ (On God)
Brand New Shotty, Twelve-Gauge On That Body
Don’t Let Me Catch You Slipping (Grrah)
Yeah!
What You Don’t Understand About Me Is
I Never Gave A Fu*k About A Goddamn Thing
I Wake Up In The Morning, Do My Goddamn Thing
I Pop, I Sip, I Pour Up Lean, I—
I Pour My Lean Up, Oh!
Yeah! Maybe I Should Try Water, Huh!
Water, ‘er