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juice wrld - coachella freestyles lyrics

[part 1]

[verse 1: juice wrld]
gon’ bl!ck him up
if she wanna take a fl!ck with us, we gon’ fl!ck it up
if she wanna take some d+ck from us, we gon’ d+ck her up
probably call you in like 20 minutes to come pick her up
she was sober when we hit it, she wanted to liquor up
i don’t let these b+tches get high before they take this d+ck
next you know they be on the news sayin’ we tried to rape that b+tch
i don’t got time for a n+gga, i just got time for a n+gga
i don’t got time for a n+gga, uh, i don’t got a dime for a n+gga
i just got bullets for a n+gga, i just rhymes for a n+gga
if you willing to pay for these features i may make time for that n+gga
man i spaz on every track n+gga, i run this sh+t like track n+gga
i run this sh+t like white police tryna catch up to a black n+gga

unless he one of them big homies
run up on me you get smoked, just like zig on me
l+o+l its a joke, all you n+ggas broke, you need a fix homie

feel like madden with the hitstick
lil’ n+gga you can get hit homie, i’m lit like bic homie
she suck my d+ck homie, then she asked for a pic homie
i ain’t finna take no pic wit’ a ho, i know these b+tches be clout chasin’
i think about like a million things at once, n+gga i be mind racin’
these n+ggas ain’t sh+t but some mouses, they be rat racin’
i was in my trap whippin’ up sh+t with the baking soda
b+tch, my d+ck up in her throat just like a jeera cola
i gave her nine months to get rid of that now she got a baby stroller
[part 2]

[verse 2: juice wrld]
ooh, ooh, woah, woah
i see how you wanna act, remember when i back actually flipping packs
n+ggas talkin’, all these n+ggas ain’t ’bout that action
i’m from chicago, we be shootin’, we feel like paxson
you got a problem then f+ck it we gon’ be pistol packin’
leave ’em bl++dy as f+ck, he gon’ need more than a napkin
i don’t got time for these n+ggas, all of these b+tches reactin’
if i wanted reactions i’d go youtube and watch reactions
young n+gga, i’m richer than most n+gga
champagne, get it poppin’, i don’t wanna toast n+gga
yeah i brag sometimes, i admit that i boast with it
sh+t i’m humble as f+ck, i don’t give a f+ck about most n+ggas
they be trying me, don’t really got time for these n+ggas
all these wannabes and wanna be me n+ggas
they got to the count of three to get the f+ck away from me n+gga
before i go on k!lling spree, k!ll everybody within’ the function cause n+ggas buggin’ me
i don’t got time for none of these hoes, all these hoes thinkin’ that they lovin’ me
these b+tches ain’t sh+t but some dusty ass, raggedy ass, ugly hoes
probably from block or somethin’
probably wanna suck on c+ck or somethin’
probably wanna get to the top or somethin’
thinkin’ they can suck they way to the top or somethin’
i don’t really got time for these hoes, they need to stop it
they gettin’ outta pocket, you run up cool, i’ma pull my gun out my pocket
crack it back once then pop it
i don’t got time for a n+gga, i got options
n+gga i’m the bestest, these n+ggas ain’t sh+t
that sh+t dead like a bag asbestos
freestyle off the top, change the topic on these hoes and i get the guap
these hoes ain’t sh+t but hoes, i’ma treat ’em like that, i’ma leave ’em there
if i catch an opp, i’ma wack an opp
if i catch a cop, i’ma run away
if i don’t k!ll you cool, i’ma probably k!ll yo’ ass on another day
i heard you talkin’ sh+t, i found out where your mother stayin’
i’ma be back in chicago that trip d+mn near like a month away
i’m high as h+ll, probably lost all my brain cells, may be a blunt away
i’m so high i may come down in a couple days
look, eyes make you smile like a couple face

i’m the type to blow yo candles out then k!ll yo’ ass on yo birthday
to go to yo’ birthstone, take a p+ss on yo’ birth place
never gave a f+ck about a n+gga or a b+tch that’s in the f+cking first place

pull up to yo’ doorway, with a .4+0, they like foreplay that go both ways
so it’ll k!ll you and yo’ b+tch, ‘fore the end of the day, b+tch you heard me?
[part 3]

[verse 3: juice wrld, cordae]
i never liked marshmallows, besides my n+gga marshmello
ball like carmelo, such a bizarre fellow

ooh, new lamborghini truck, make it in all yellow
f+ck that i got the double r, black and red fellow
i pull up on the scene and jack him like sparrow
you talkin’ stupid, then i’m gon’ shoot you, two barrels
n+ggas thinkin’ that they in it, walking on the straight dinero
g+money told me just rob ’em take the money then let go
he say we gon’ get rich, we walked up to interscope
we wasn’t no b+tch, and we told ’em what we wanted
so they gave us that times two plus a couple mo’
man we richer than a b+tch that’s white and 24
with some coke in the stash box
and a n+gga at her door, screaming you got me—
ooh i was finna go somewhere with that

he said, he said, hit a n+gga straight in his face, red arrow
jumped off the plane to coach+lla, daredevil
bad little b+tch, oh, bae a rebel
i’ma k!ll this sh+t forever, n+gga forever
godd+mn never clever, stackin’ cheddar
everything we do, yeah, we do it better so—
i say, yeah, shoutout to clever, yeah
shoutout to seezyn and all my artists, yeah
you know we crazy, we marchin’ in like the spartans, yeah
we not from earth, but we came through like a martian, yeah
i’m rolling up posto and then i spark it, yeah

hold on stay with the 300 no spartan, yeah
got a bad lil’ b+tch, might spark it, yeah
and we getting the cheddar like harvard, yeah
dropped out but still went to harvard, yeah
graduated, bad little b+tch yeah, had to hate it
f+ckin’ model hoes, used to m+st+rbate it
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