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Dark Arts (Barry Bonds)*

by Juice WRLD

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[Intro]
Ayy, KBea
Zy, you fye'd up
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Pick up my phone shawty
I been road runnin'
This part better like go hard, [?]
Bitch I found the stove on, fuck, like, "Who left the stove on?"
She told me I get her turned on just by using my tongue
Knocking that pussy right out of the park, going, going, gone
Smoking that nigga we met at a park, Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head with a sharp dart, spot-on
She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep her lock-arm

[Verse 1]
Keep my Glock on (Uh), I think outside of the box (Uh)
He said that he wanna box (Yeah)
Knock him right out of his socks (Yeah)
Somebody pass me the rock (Yeah)
Smokin' that bitch like a runt (Yеah)
Plug won't stop (Yeah), working my way straight to the top (Yeah, yеah)
Let's go
Fuck my friends in the back of the Benz with the [?] on camera
[?], run-up, blam blam
Clap 'em there, make 'em disappear
I got some scary stories, murderer makin' money
Shit they could take from me
Two fifty on my wrist, yeah I went dummy
One fifty the clique, we all stuntin'
We hop in the Wraith, then we takin' all they money
Let's go

[Chorus]
Pick up my phone shawty
I been road runnin'
This part better like go hard, [?]
Bitch I found the stove on, fuck, like, "Who left the stove on?"
She told me I get her turned on just by using my tongue
Knocking that pussy right out of the park, going, going, gone
Smoking that nigga we met at a park, Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head with a sharp dart, spot-on
She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep her lock-arm