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future & juice wrld – 7 am freestyle lyrics

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[intro: juice wrld & future]
n-gga, me and pluto in this b-tch like 7 in the morning, n-gga
no sleep, n-gga
still been sippin’ all night, n-gga, d-mn
money drip
wheezy outta here

[bridge: juice wrld]
yeah, uh, she give me top in the tesla
i may invest in the extra
i’m getting money, power, hoes, clothes, n-gga et cetera
i’m on a whole ‘nother level
i take perkys to fight all my demons
it don’t help that my b-tch is a devil

[chorus: future]
came up in the hallway
serving j, yeah, yeah
money coming every way
my b-tch’ll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
i’m f-ckin’ her face, yeah, yeah
man you tripping, i’m spilling the sauce
it dripping over, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: juice wrld]
spend a check on that p-ssy (whoa, whoa, whoa, uh)
i got designer all over my hoodie (whoa, whoa, whoa, uh)
yo’ n-gga ain’t real, yo’ n-gga a p-ssy (uh, look)
there he go
he get a few shots (bow)
out the draco

[verse 2: future]
blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah, yeah
double up, geeked off lean, yeah, yeah
baped up, lookin’ like a king, yeah, yeah
bad b-tch pullin’ my sleeve, yeah, yeah
northside gucci my feet, yeah, yeah
haven’t been to sleep in a week, yeah, yeah
bite down on my t–th
you smell codeine when i pee, yeah, yeah

[verse 3: juice wrld]
sipping on red lean
gun got a red beam
know n-ggas from the red team
they go brazy
pull up in that new thing
i was f-cking on new thing
bad b-tch with a tongue ring

[chorus: future]
came up in the hallway
serving j, yeah, yeah
money coming every way
my b-tch’ll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
i’m f-ckin’ her face, yeah, yeah
man you tripping, i’m spilling the sauce
it dripping over, yeah, yeah (hol’ up)

[verse 4: juice wrld]
pour me a four and another, i love it
sip, sip, sip, uh
it’s me and hendrix in the club
wondering if we gon’ take your b-tch
we already got five, we was gon’ make her six
i didn’t eat today, but i took the perc
and i prayed to god, it won’t make me sick

[verse 5: future]
pour me some drugs in the cup
no rush, like sip, sip, sip, uh-huh
ain’t got enough fingers for all these rings
i’m drip, drip, drip, uh-huh
turn them lil n-ggas to fiends
all they wanna do is bust clips, uh-huh
keep a mac-11 with a beam
i’m gucci, don’t slip
gold in your face, yeah, yeah
flooded out baguettes, yeah, yeah

[chorus: future]
came up in the hallway
serving j, yeah, yeah
money coming every way
my b-tch’ll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
i’m f-ckin’ her face, yeah, yeah

[bridge: juice wrld]
yeah, uh, she give me top in the tesla
i may invest in the extra
i’m getting money, power, hoes, clothes, n-gga, et cetera
i’m on a whole ‘nother level
i take percys to fight all my demons
it don’t help that my b-tch is a devil

[outro: future]
wheezy outta here, wheezy outta here
wheezy outta here, wheezy outta here

- future juice wrld lyrics

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