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juice box - night of the demon lyrics

[verse 1: juice box]
pull up with the stick, pop then i dip
yo girl call me up, now she on my d+ck
better call in sick, home where it’s bliss
grind to the top, yeah, it’s where i bring the mob
rather take a day off then attempt to cram it all together
got an attitude cuz i am moody like the f+ckin weather
trippin up on my mental smokin bodies gut em for the pleasure
psycho and i’m manic f+ckin panic flowin at my leisure

[verse 2: s.a.v.]
calm like a bomb, f+ck with the god
feel it in yo spine do ya job i applaud
ride with the squad, your persona is fraud
actin like she high class then shе slob on my kn+b
switch blade slicing up like any competition
ima gеt paid tired i dont have a pot to p+ss in
boy you b+tch made don’t give a f+ck about opposition
keep a 9′ on my side spittin when i put the clip in
i ain’t missin two twin ninas in my belt i got em kissin
but my guns be bis+xual cuz anyone can get it

[verse 3: juice box]
ar15 shoot like a dream without the beam
but on my left i keep a blade to cause a scene without no heat
take yo spleen like im a sawyer, leave ya bl++dy bruised and beat
and when i’m done i’ll leave you out to rot, the vultures come and eat yuh
antisocial never wanna get into the club yuh
shawty hit me up and ask to hang but i don’t trust her
only need my baby, she the harley to my joker
purple green and black ya see it on me that’s my color
never rep a team unless it benefit with dollars
i ain’t tryna impress you so f+ck off and dont holla
[verse 4: s.a.v.]
i said my glock so f+cking big i climb the the handle just to c+ck it
have my homie pull the trigger while i aim that sh+t on top
and i got money stacks so big the sh+t dont fit inside my wallet
i got holes in all my pockets
so much profit i deposit, psyche i lied
i keep all my bread in cash at all times
so many paper cuts from bills i keep bandaids inside my ride
and my rhymes they so sick i be coughing okay i lied
them sh+ts so sick they give you stage 4 cancer and then you die

- juice box lyrics

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