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juice wrld - facetious* lyrics

[intro]
tay keith f-ck these n-ggas up

[chorus: juice wrld]
yeah my pockets facetious
hang with them k!llers, they’ll do it for no reason
shoot a f-ck n-gga, gilbert arenas
i’m at the w, i’m at the lowe, you at four seasons
swervo almost crashed the bentley truck, tweakin’
me, i just crashed in your b-tch for the weekend
me, i just crash in a bad puerto rican
your b-tch only decent
i f-ck her once, won’t run it back, that b-tch is not a remix

[verse 1: juice wrld]
i done got rich overnight, i don’t know how to act (yeah, yeah, yeah)
if i wasn’t rappin’ then i would be flippin’ the packs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
last week i spent 10k all in sach’s (yeah, yeah, yeah)
that’s a fact, ’cause i know i’m gon’ make that sh-t right back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ap two tone skelly-skelly, lamborghini money-money
you ain’t got no money, why you frontin’ like you doin’ somethin’?
i took a p-ss on your brother grave, how come y’all n-ggas ain’t doin’ nothin’?
if i was you i would k!ll me, but knowin’ me i ain’t goin’, nah
if i don’t got it on me, best believe my broddie got it, he be pistol tottin’
two perc 30’s in my system, ain’t no ibuprofen
n-gga f-ck your rollie, ap on me
try to take it, we gon’ beat ’em like he stole it

[verse 2: g herbo]
did my sh-t in the street already, so i gotta play defense
say you nervous, for no reason, and the n-gga breathin’
i got shot but i still shot a n-gga, i was gettin’ even
his blood all on my dng, i gotta tuck my sleeves in
rush a brick would’ve sell my back with a pack, that’s when i start the treason
you want me to stay and i had enough of you, f-ck it i’m leavin’
i ain’t tryna be in the house, b-tch, it’s the f-ckin’ weekend
puerto rican off me, think i’m gon’ f-ck over you breathin’
b-tch you can keep on smellin’, i be keepin’ h-lla of this weed in
my jeans match the margielas, i rock balencia better
g fazo et cetera
do no off-white case unless them b-tches match my sweater so
rockin’ balenci’, brief the b-tches, grip my glock like atticus
i’m [?] bosses, hatin’ p-ssy that ain’t proper etiquette
call you p-ssy n-ggas ray j, ’cause your life is edited-ed
on the net think you a gangsta just because you animate sh-t
in real life we handle this sh-t

[chorus: juice wrld]
yeah my pockets facetious
hang with them k!llers, they’ll do it for no reason
shoot a f-ck n-gga, gilbert arenas
i’m at the w, i’m at the lowe, you at four seasons
swervo almost crashed the bentley truck, tweakin’
me, i just crashed in your b-tch for the weekend
me, i just crashed in a bad puerto rican
your b-tch only decent
i f-ck her once, won’t run it back, that b-tch is not a remix

- juice wrld lyrics

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