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juice wrld - bbc radio 1xtra freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]
i never gave a f-ck
i’ll f-ck ir b-tch, she give it all, uh
i got the- [?]
run up on me then i hit them all, uh
gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, uh
she got my d-ck, she gon’ jiggle it, uh
i’m on the top, i’m on the top
getting top from a b-tch yelling, piglet, uh
look at the way that i swag, uh
i got gucci on my bag, uh
i ain’t lookin’ at the tags
bad b-tch, i hit it from the back, uh
i’m in dior, spend a rack, uh
maybe a rack on a rack, uh
where i’m from, i say, “i’m from chiraq”, uh
run up on me, them pistols’ll clap, uh, yeah

[verse 2]
that’s my flow
look at that girl, that’s yo’ ho’
look at her style, she all gold
she wanna f-ck, i said no
i ain’t even wanna hit her
but i may go ahead and f-ck her sister
pull up on the scene, choppa’ spinnin’ like a twister
godd-mn, godd-mn, huh, yeah
that’s how j k!ll it, uh
run up on me, i k!ll it, uh
fry him, he in a sk!llet, uh
all these-
i feel it

[verse 3]
back end, f-ckin’ a b-tch from the back end
like [?], get it crackin’
guy know me, i ain’t lackin’
before the [?]
win a race like first place
run it back, so cold like relay
scratch, scratch on a b-tch, no dj, uh
boy, i swipe pre-paids, nah
i spray black cards, huh, ayy
with no delay, huh
my flow crazy, huh
doped up like the 80’s, huh
big guns like the navy
rock-a-by with the choppa’ like babies, huh, yeah

[verse 4]
man, i could really talk some sh-t on this one
pull the trues down, i could take a sh-t on this one
i feel like a baller, set a pick on this one
she wanna fan, she gon’ take a pic on this one
take a picture sitting on my d-ck, huh
hit the filters up to make sure that it’s fixed
make it look big, huh
she gon’ dance like an irish jig, huh, ayy
i’m not a rabbit but these tricks not for little kids, huh
i’m a master rapper, uh
‘matter fact, i’m probably with a torch and a b-tch burning down tabernacles
i get the last laugh
i’m bombin’ like baghdad
if that b-tch swallow my kids
do that make me a bad dad?, uh
i’m an -ss, lad
i’m an -sshole with cash-flow, huh
yo’ girl f-ckin’, that b-tch bashful
she got her hands in the air listenin’ beyonce
“single ladies over here”, that’s what i say

[verse 5]
early to the party
then again, i’m fashionably late off the molly
run a train on yo’ b-tch
that’s a stylish -ss trolly
out dior, spend a couple pounds, n-gg- try me
did i say, “a couple pounds”?
i meant a couple thousand
money in my pocket, could build a platinum fountain
and if i pull up with security
that’s my 40
cause never in my life have i needed bouncers
i been so “f-ck this” and so “f-ck that’
my b-tch talks up it, say, “get the f-ck back”
i feel like a crackhead hiding- woah
i feel like a crackhead hiding work how i spit crack
i got so much drive, if i stop it, you catchin’ whiplash
i hit the strip club
throw a couple bands on yo’ b-tch -ss
i was getting cash ever since i was a youngin’
i feel like drake and future, ballin’
jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
pull up on me, get to bussin’
choppa on me with combustion
my word is my weapon
so is my [?] and i got that from the west end
with a bad b-tch, she bussin’
and he best friend more open than a book, uh
she f-cked my cousin, i ain’t even have to look, uh
ain’t talkin’ boxing, i ain’t gotta throw a hook
i freestyle crazy, kinda like an open book
that’s probably cause when i was little i was reading books, uh

[verse 6]
see, now i’m smarter
got my arm in the rim
i’m ballin’ like vince carter
always ball like a starter
at yo’ head like a barber
bombin’ hard, pearl harbor
try me if you want it
you get smoked like a backwood full of marijuana

[outro]
ain’t no weed getting saved around me
that b-tch f-ck for free
that sh-t a guarantee
i’m in london, so i tell her she not my cup of tea
talkin’ dumb-

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