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Sign Up Pull Up In The Range (Conjuring) Juice WRLD Lyrics About Comments 1 14 See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists Pull Up In The Range (Conjuring) Lyrics [Intro: Juice WRLD] Eating confident Bitch, you ain't hotter than me (808 Mafia) You a condiment [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Sprinkle the money on that bitch ass like a condiment I done got to the bag, you still tryna figure out who your father is I ain't need my dad I still got cash, yeah for me, that's common sense Pulling up in that Ghost, skrrt, (Huh), just like The Conjuring Nowadays, I get too high, it feels like that I won't die Spread my wings, and I'm gon' fly, fuck nigga it's go time, uh Raw when I hit it, I like my beats raw when I hit it (Uh, uh) I hit that bitch raw when I hit it (Uh) I'ma put in her jaw for a minute (Uh) She got good head, told her, "Come Harvard a nigga" (Uh) Good top come barber, a nigga (Uh) Bomb pussy, Pearl Harbor a nigga (Uh) But there ain't no charging a nigga (Uh) I don't pay for the pussy, I get it (Uh) Like my dick on ice, she slipping (Uh) Ike Turner, I beat up the kitten (Uh) Kicked her out and told her, "Good riddance" (Uh) She gon' miss me when I'm gone (Uh) I just be Drizzyin' bitches (Uh) Nothing Was the Same that ho (Uh) Az Chike “Whatx2” Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh) Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh) Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh) Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh) Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh) [Verse 2: NLE Choppa] Ayy, pull up in a whip, so big, can't park it Lamb' truck loud, sound like I'm fartin' Bet that coochie stink, I beg your pardon Bitch you can leave, it ain't Gina and Martin Barry Sanders how I run through these hoes (These hoes) Switchin' bitches, like how I'm switchin' my clothes (Switchin' my clothes) Suicide, watch me let up the door, know it's killing you slow Let a young nigga on Snuck in with the stick, don't play in this bitch We'll shoot in the club up if he don't play my shit Spank a nigga's ass like Mama and Pops Bun to a man, nerve to a Glock I'm with the shit when my pamper was shitty I thought I was lit, now a young nigga litty I'm on they ass like a bra and a titty Got bitches sucking, fucking, swallowing my kiddies She ran through, my mans too Put an ass on her, now she brand new We'll take him, then murk you Till you're dead homie, nigga, fuck you I got more juice than a Juicy Fruit It's a cold world, still drop the roof We ain't lettin' up, got my foot stuck on they neck like I got glue on my shoe I'm up [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh) Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh) Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh) Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh) Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)