Perky Dance (Chef Juice) lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Uh
They ain't exclusive, no, they ain't exclusive no, ha
It's crazy being able to make music with the people that inspire me, on bro
Chef Makonnen in this b*tch, Juice Chef uh-huh
Yo, Makonnen, ayy, sprinkle some serotonin on that b*tch
Just a little bit (Hahaha)
Somethin' like a dab of ranch, you know what I'm sayin'? (Ahahaha)
Just a lil' bit of serotonin
Juice WRLD and Makonnen, roaming, Rome, f*ck it, I'm Roman (f*ck we doin'?), oh
In a trance, in a trance
She gon' let me in her pants (Shh), in her pants (Hooh)
She love it when I Perky dance, Perky dance
Bleed out, uh (Uh)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
In a trance, in a trance
She gon' let me in (Uh) her pants, in her pants (Uh, uh-uh)
She love it when I Perky dance (Uh, uh), Perky dance (Uh, uh-uh)
Rockstar, Marilyn Mans', Marilyn Mans' (Uh, uh, uh, woah, woah, woah)
Lookin' in the mirror again (Uh), reflection (Uh, uh-huh)
Lookin' at all this cash in my hand (Uh, uh), perfection (Uh, uh-huh)
I'll be in that V.I.P (Uh, uh, uh) club, section (Uh, uh-huh)
Me and Makonnen in the cut, uh, C Section (Yeah)
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[Verse 2: iLoveMakonnen]
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Ayy, got the plug with me
Ayy, yeah, ayy
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[Verse 3: Juice WRLD & iLoveMakonnen]
…my new stash (Uh)
I got a house in Wisconsin (House)
Huh, new crib (C'mon)
AP goin'— uh, look hard (n*gga), hard
…forget to wash all the dishes
[?] boy, that b*tch be trippin'
n*ggas really think that they get it
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Uh (Oh yeah), keep it, uh, comin', uh, my trap, uh, jumpin' (Let's go)
Chef Makonnen, uh, he'll teach you how to whip the sh*t (Let's go)
Mix the white with Serotonin, uh (Uh-huh), we do that 'cause we get lit (Oh yeah)
b*tch, I'm livin' in the moment (Oh yeah), freestyle off the top, no script (Oh yeah)
AP watch is how I'm talkin' (Oh yeah), so I speak in hieroglyphics, huh
Yeah, I'ma f*ck yo' b*tch (Uh) from the back like a sl*t (C'mon)
I'ma rich lil' n*gga like Capone (Like Capone), like b*tch
These b*tches ain't on sh*t (What?), you can suck my di*k
You can suck my di*k (Yeah, ayy)
You can suck my— (Yeah, ayy)
[Verse 4: iLoveMakonnen & Juice WRLD]
Ayy, pull up, put drugs in the bag (Uh)
Got yo' b*tch calling me Dad (Kobe)
Now that b*tch doin' her dance (Kobe)
She DM for a new bag (Ballin', Kobe)
Looking she calling me back (Uh)
Know I be makin' 'em stacks (Uh)
Know I be makin' 'em mad (Uh)
Pull up in that black Jag' (Uh)
Yeah, and I be swervin' off (Uh)
Sippin' that big time (Why?)
Lookin' like Big Tom (Big, like Big Tom; time)
n*ggas cannot find us (They can't)
Got yo' b*tch all the way in Bahamas

[Verse 5: Juice WRLD]
Uh, she wanna be next to me (Uh)
So I gave her sex (Sex), love (Love) and Ecstasy (Pills)
These other ho's are irrelevant
Think they exclusive (They exclusive), they ain't exclusive (They ain't exclusive)
No, ha
Uh, they ain't exclusive, no
They f*ck on camera like they—, like they got a channel crew (Uh)
Impossible missions, like I'm Tommy Cruise
Huh, hard
It's Chef Juice WRLD (Uh)
Chef Makonnen too (Uh, ya dig?)
Cookin' the juice, attractin' these hoes (Uh), they comin' through (I said "n*gga, please")
Chef Juice (Uh), call Chef Makonnen too (Codeine)
Got your b*tch over here, she love Makonnen more than you do (n*gga, please)
Uh-huh
Chef Makonnen, just watch
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