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juice wrld - juice wrld freestyle | la leakers freestyle #050 lyrics

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’cause a n- got gold
extraordinary swag, a mouth full of gold, uh
yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
off the dome, don’t write it, these other rappers writin’
they prob’ly got writers, my flow so exciting
like the buddha, so enlightened, i’m feelin’ so ent-tled
i could swear on yo b-tch t-tties, same as the bible
pull up with a rifle, on barrel like the eiffel, huh
h-ll yeah i shoot ’em both, i’m indecisive, uh
i’ma f-ck ya if i want it ’cause i like it, uh
i’m a yachty with this sh-t ’cause i won’t knight her, ay
one night her, lean up in the apple cider
run up on me, i’ma k!ll ’em, bullets poison like a viper
boy i’m fly off the drugs, feel like i got superpowers
ay yo b-tch wet as f-ck, get the f-ck up out that shower, uh
off a perc he f-ck for a hour, uh
f-ck for another, now after thirty the hour’s up
thirty on me too, h-ll yeah it’ll bust
sicken n-ggas, what i nickname my gun? robitussin
i ain’t with the firin’ sh-t, i ain’t with the tusslin’
ted cruz when i’m flexin’, i don’t move a muscle
n-ggas talkin’ stupid ’til i pull up with the duffle
you don’t want no trouble, droppin’ bombs like truffles
that’s a shroom head
i’m off shrooms goddammit, i’m a shroom head
it is dirt in my closet, get the broom, yeah
and that b-tch suckin’, yeah, she all on my head
oh my goodness, my flow god
i need a goddess, oh my god
run up on me, cool, that chopper on me like a extra arm
i’m super armed, that forty stick on me like a lucky charm
these n-ggas talkin’ stupid, boy they need god
i’m just being honest like future, wait ’til i make
my own beats, i’m a be a rockstar and then producer
n-ggas fake as f-ck like some optical illusions
pull up on ’em like nike, check ’em, yeah i just do it
pull up, h-ll yeah, have ’em leakin’ body fluids
juice wrld, 999 b-tch, it’s a movement
ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it, i’ma do it
pull up on the scene, i’ma prove it, i’ma prove it
takin’ ws all day and he losin’
and that’s your main thing? goddammit, she choosin’
i don’t want to f-ck her, i just want the neck, no disrespect
pull up on ’em, chopper like a referee, get a tech
all my n-ggas ballin’ super hard but we don’t need no ref
boy i feel like breaking bad, i go broke sellin’ crystal meth
uh, i intercept, take the p-ss, uh
puff, puff, p-ss when i’m smokin’ gr-ss, uh
disrespect the gang, then we on ya -ss
we gon’ leave a p-ssy leakin’, maxipad
harder than a n-gga tryin’ to catch taxi cab
call of duty with the gun, that’s delag, uh ay
aftermath, beat his -ss after cl-ss, add the money
that’s the aftermath from the aftermath
not the original math, nah, that’s the math after that
n-ggas want to freestyle? i could do it, battle rap
feel like shaquille o’neal up in the fourth, i rim rattle that
yo n-gga a snitch, he a p-ssy, he a tattle cat
i don’t got no time for this sh-t, uh, throw a penny on
got no dimes for this sh-t, uh, off the dome
i’ma lose my mind off this sh-t, uh, stevie wonder
i’ma rob you blind on this sh-t, uh, that’s yo b-tch
i may just get behind that little b-tch, uh, chiropractor
yeah i hit her spine in that sh-t, uh, run up, that’s ok
that chopper ironin’ that sh-t, uh, nine on me, uh
transform into a k, optimus prime on me, uh, ay
they done- haha

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