Lyrics of 'On Tour (Bonjour)' by Juice WRLD
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Boy
Juice WRLD, we gone
I just told Richie we rich
Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour
If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door
40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away
Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay
Married to this money, matrimony, holy
Got the Gucci glasses for a reason, help me see the phony
Perkies numb the pain, sometimes, only sometimes
Baby numb the pain, long nights, wasn't alright
Day after day, no peace, I'm drug pursuing
Mom and dad, look at all the fucking drugs I'm doing
I'm taking handout like you dad, you dad
But ain't gon' end up like you dad, no bad dad
Ma, I know I made you too mad
I ain't bring home A's from my math class
Every other day of school I would skip that
Makes me wonder how I was even a high school grad, grad
Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour
If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door
40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away
Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay
I'm on the road, a hundred and thirty a show, boy
Lookin' at that new Range Rove', I could really pay for it
I don't got to slay for her
Steal her heart, work a nigga like a slave, boy
Got a two-litre, tune you up, pep, boy
I'm a sick dog when I flex on them steroids, them boys
Who the fuck is them boys? Oh, you fuck with them boys?
Killed a few of them boys, and we down to kill they friends, boy
Percocet's my friend, boy, popped a few of them, overdoin' them
I called his bitch a loser, asked her why she even bool with him
See, I would ruin him, 40 get to fuckin' and screwing him
Start doing him, make shark bait food of him
Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour
If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door
40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away
Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay
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