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I left my wallet in El Segundo Right next to the bible inside of the dresser drawer Alongside of my morals, yeah I left ‘em all Wasn’t a dollar short, but she was way taller Leggings still on the floor Fishnet, velvet decor Red lights blink at the walls The walls, I did explore Exploit the bitch The bitch likes to be called She bites like a piranha The marks left from the claws My back is trademarked How she displays heart The whiskey sweat beads on plastic made parts You leave the sunlight, like where the shade starts Never makes love, only makes art Juliana Juliana, Juliana Juliana from Louisiana Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle Juliana Juliana, Juliana Juliana from Louisiana Letras de cancionesGotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle Juliana Juliana, Juliana Juliana from Louisiana Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle Juliana Flew her down to Atlanta Drove her to Alabama But we never left the bar, kids I was tellin’ big fibs, lying my way to Bakersfield Sipping my fuckin’ cocktails [?] with the painted nails She [?] I was enchanted too She’s somebody’s side hoe V-neck tees, I’ll make her my hoe She got Explicit Go on, butter the baby’s biscuit Juliana, Juliana Juliana from Louisiana Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle Juliana Juliana, Juliana Juliana from Louisiana Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle Juliana Juliana, Juliana Juliana from Louisiana Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle Juliana I’m just a nail getting’ hammered Juliana From Letras Mania