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juice wrld - juice wrld freestyles on flex | freestyle #101 lyrics

[intro]
uh-huh, uh-huh
man, man, man, man
uh

[verse]
on these beats, i feel like i’m a murderer
who are these n-ggas? who are y’all, have i heard of ’em?
who am i? i’m a murderer, uh
n-ggas always on a sneak diss murmuring, uh
i ain’t really got no time for the chit-chat, b-tch get back
this choppa break p-ssies in half, kit-kat
run up on me that’s cool, up the choppa out the mismatch
designer that you can’t afford, uh
hop out a foreign, these up n-ggas in a ford
yo’ b-tch like a car, yeah, that b-tch a wh0r-, uh
a four-door, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
presidents like ‘more, yeah, yeah, yeah
i feel like i’m the best at what i do, i swear it
pull up on the scene, that blood, you gon’ wear it
brains get the tearin’, all that fallin’, ballin’
bron on the lakers like spalding, d-mn
this is how i play
me and g-money gamblin’ over 2k, that’s 10k
yo’ advance, not 2k
off the top with the freestyles no tupe
i kick push work in my city like lupe
that b-tch don’t cross the street, yeah she go both ways
my choppa shoot ’em four times, that’s foreplay
make you ring like a single finger, no beyoncé
man, it’s 3k for the wrist, andré
just to fly out a b-tch from the islands, bombay
i do me all night and all day, dawg
run up on me than that choppa gon’ spray, dawg
i’m not a xbox, no i won’t play, dawg
that sh-t dead like your people’s in the graveyard
no offense, nah f-ck that; all offense
police come through, i’m out the trap, i hopped the fence, uh
man, i do this everyday though
in the cut, like i k!ll people n-gga, tadoe
world in my hands, i’ma mold it like play-doh
full of sh-t, h-ll yeah, rich -ss a-hole
a-hole on the a-list
f-ckin’ all the b-tches on the a-list that you ain’t even see yet
i’m meeting in all the legends, that all these goofy -ss peasants, didn’t even get to meet yet
they askin’ for features
i’m sh-ttin’ on my exes, these n-ggas and my teachers
you pull up that’s okay
remember in school when we caught yo’ -ss lackin’ and we jumped you by the bleachers
that’s a true -ss story
yeah, i got kicked out
f-ck the b-tch in the porta potty, my d-ck out
i’m on the scene goin’ crazy, runnin’ sick routes
i had to bring that sh-t out, man
i’m exposin’ these n-ggas
i don’t take breaks from raps, no reloading, lil’ n-gga
my clip on infinity, shootin’ up yo’ lil vincinity
i get duff clinton, lil’ money like my name hillary
i feel like a pastor, the triple 9 is the ministry
n-gga they be p-ssy like a menstrual bleed

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