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juice wrld - fenti lyrics

[intro]
999

[verse 1]
my lil’ b+tch love fendi, huh, she rihanna with that fenty
my gun full as h+ll, boy, please don’t make me empty it
n+ggas fool as h+ll boy, they see the real in me
you could catch a sh+ll, boy, f+ck n+gga don’t tempt me
i let it go, i let it go, just let it go, i let it go
f+ck n+gga don’t tempt me, i let it go
i let it go, i let it go, f+ck n+gga don’t tempt me
she ride like a ten+speed, bad b+tch from miami
dive in the p+ssy like ten feet, i was in the cut with a semi
can’t let a f+ck n+gga get me
can’t let a f+ck bih’ catch me up
she can still suck me up, yeah
came in the club with a super+soldier, n+gga no g.i. joe
feel like a giant around these lil’ ass n+ggas, n+gga no fee+fi+fo
she want to f+ck, she want the henny and vod’, b+tch i drunk it all
just sit back, let me break your back
just like i break the law, yeah
[bridge]
pew+pew+pew+pew+pew+pew+pew+pew+pew+pew+pew

[verse 2]
blow some hundreds to the b+tch inside the bank, yeah, uh
woke up rich, n+gga talkin’ but he can’t, yeah, ayy
run up, you get hit, that choppa like a snake, yeah
i told you that i don’t got time for the snakes, yeah
run up, you get hit, that choppa break your back, yeah
that lil’ b+tch gon’ suck and f+ck on our first date, yeah
i’m gon prolly f+cking cum all on her face, yeah
work so hard, i do this sh+t like every day, yeah
shoot my shot at every b+tch, i fade away, yeah
don’t got a glock then i’ma use a razor blade, yeah
gold in my mouth, my clock, but b+tch no flava flav, yeah
get so rich that i can sh+t up on my ex, yeah
should’ve thought before you sent that f+cking text, yeah
i’m just finna put my d+ck inside my next, yeah
f+ck her once and then i gotta make an exit, yeah
i’m in the past tense, yeah
run up, i’m blastin’
i recognize you like nasty
she do the coke off a napkin, uh
you like nappin’, huh, ayy
n+gga you fake as f+ck, you be cappin’, yuh, ayy
like a poetry slam, i be snappin’, hmm, ayy
n+ggas be talkin’ sh+t but what happens to them?
uh, pull up on him, that gun…

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