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juice wrld - incarcerated scarfaces (freestyle) - juice wrld lyrics

uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
westwood sh-t
yeah warmed up and sh-t
jet lag sh-t
represent chicago (yeah uh)
sometimes i feel like i’m the worst
this talent is a gift and a f-ckin’ curse
this choppa to take you out the f-ckin’ earth
specially if you walkin’ on my f-ckin’ turf
i feel like ferg how a n-gg- put in work
r. kelly with the nina ima make it flirt
choppa like a candy make the sh-t starburst
look up in the sky, do the stars work?
i’m thinkin that i need percs
my mom said thats a d-mn shame and i need work
she say “f-ck that sh-t i need church”
i said “f-ck that sh-t the church need work”
and thats real
i’m happy so its time to take some mad pills
i’m happy so its time to take some sad pills
f-ck a b-tch and put her voice up on the adlibs
ima probably do that
.40 on my hip yeah ima prolly’ shoot that
bad b-tch in my dms ima prolly’ do that
hit the gang up and let them run through that
this is off the top like waves in the do-rag
i’ll leave your eye blue black
that’s just how we do that
that’s just how we
spazin’ on they -ss do that sh-t all day
rock gucci and louis but i dont f-ck with balmains
out the park like a mu’f-ckin’ baseball game
i’m barak obama with it i need all change
shoot him in his face a couple times like a gun range
call of duty with the uzi, this is not a gun game
i run this sh-t like bolt n-gg-, no usain
i do thangs n-gg-, yeah i do thangs
off the dome when i spit sh-t
this is not a writtin’
and these other n-gg-s they be forgettin
that i’m the best to ever f-ckin do this
these other n-gg-s lookin’ stupid
betrayin they brothers like who the f-ck is you? judas?
who the f-ck put you to it?
choppa on my hip, i load it and put it through you
catch me listenin’ to green day havin’ a blue day
with a bad b-tch sippin’ on d’ussé
she’ll go both ways, anything for foreplay
that’s what i say
thats what i say, im so high of the percs
they lookin’ at me sideways
im goin’ 190, the wrong way on the highway
tryna get my life straight
catch me drunk drivin in the suburban
with a n-gg-, the bomb strapped on his chest and a turban
i deserve it, im ballin hard like i’m julius erman
i meant julius erving
i keep sippin’ the bourbon mix it with the syrup turn to a serpent
one things for sure, two things for certain they blow like kurtis
my flow close curtains
your flow ain’t workin’
so n-gg- keep on searchin’
im sure one day you’ll find that person
everybody talking lucid dreams
but most these n-gg-s don’t even know lucid mean
most of these b-tches be really f-ckin’ losin’ me
eeny meeny miny moe, these hoes get to choosin me
i remember when i ain’t have sh-t
they was treatin’ me like i ain’t have sh-t
they was treatin me like i was lower cl-ss
they was treatin me like i was a savage
now they in my dms tryna say
“juice you can have it, come over grab it”
i dont wanna have it
i let my bro cut it like he f-ckin’ stabbed it
taboe with the glizzy how i’m jabbin’
how i’m jabbin’
man spendin’ money is a bad habit
but i ball out with this sh-t, i’m a maverick
make em disappear like magic
call a plane then i execute like madden
off a flat in a bad b-tch house
tryna’ get it crackin’ from the back end (yeah hm)
yeah
uh uh uh uh yeah
uh uh uh uh yeah
fresh off the jet
freestyle and sh-t
eminem beats, 8mile and sh-t
where i came from the great wild and sh-t
where you would get shot if you crack smiles and sh-t
all my n-gg-s goin’ too hard and sh-t
i’ll pull your b-tch like a card and sh-t
heard she for sale i’m bargainin’
at the door, i’m barging in
yellow boned like marge again
i spread her out like margarine
i just marchin’ in
feelin’ like a spartan kid

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