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juice wrld - 67 lyrics

[intro]
b-tch it’s on
hit-boy
i make it look easy in these on
i make it look easy in [?]
[?]
i got all this green like i was farming
she call me the army leader, sargent
[?]
i got all this green like i was what

[verse]
i got all this green like i was farming
i’m the army leader i’m the sargent
i need yellow bones on that mars sh-t
i’m not from this planet i’m a martian
i ain’t getting drunk but i got bars, yeah
servin’ rounds like you at a bar, yeah
my gun sing i feel like barbra streisand
cowboy this revolver in my left hand
married to this money
holy matrimony
he think that he real
your boyfriend a phony
turn his face to pieces choppa make him pepperoni
i’m the type to pull up then i flex my f-cking rollie
ap on my wrist but it get deeper
i go back to school just to sh-t and then f-ck on the bad teachers
give a f-ck about you prolly getting head behind the god d-mn bleachers
you don’t f-ck with me that’s cool ’cause i don’t f-ck with me either
i’m hot just caught a fever she scream “oh baby” just like justin bieber
i pull up on the scene bring the house down like i’m queen latifah
you could try me if you want you can get smoke like wiz no khalifa
and i don’t even smoke reefer, n-gg- i don’t even smoke reefer
yeah, but keep them percs coming
if i go broke back to the trap just keep that work coming
i’m praying every day but i don’t go to church for nothing
you know that the pastor be fronting, he think he be talkin’ ’bout some-
that n-gg- probably f-cking your mommy
if i’m being honest, sh-t i ain’t just talking
n-gg- i don’t talk it i walk it
and i don’t do sh-t without office
i told you my n-gg- i’m awfully awesome
i probably got powers like austin
pull up to your park man i leave a bomb like the marathon running in boston
look what i did, baby, see it
she hold up my kid, home alone
i’m in your crib, but this ain’t two people chasing a white kid
glizzy on me
i get busy i get jiggy i get jiggy on it
i can’t hear, what you saying, why you go iggy on me
i can’t hear, what you saying, why you go iggy on me
pockets, bands, choppa from afghanistan
50 cent said it best
many men wishing death
and i don’t got time for it, i just got tom ford
i don’t even got change for these hoes you can have a dime boy
i feel like kobe in the fourth i ain’t p-ssing no dimes boy
i’m ’bout mine with the gun it sing like it’s cece winans boy
listen to how i spaz on they -ss, leave a n-gg- like maxi pad
its me and max lord in the studio counting up all these racks
i used to f-ck with the xans, now it’s percs in my hand
i used to f-ck with the work now i got no work in my hand
n-gg- you know where we stand
boy your b-tch is a stan
if i fall in love then i’m gon’ turn into stan
if she leave me i’m driving off of that bridge
keep that i’ma do one more take

[instrumental break]

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