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juice wrld – look alive freestyle on tim westwood lyrics

oh, ayy, i bet
that’s my sh+t
this beat hard as f+ck
what that n+gga blocboy say? you come h+ll, hahaha
from the chi, from the chi, look alive
i’ve been working like a d+mn nine+to+five all my life
put my d+ck in your wife
double back, hit it twice
run up on me, that’s okay, you a p+ssy, get shot nine times
i’m in the cut with a super soaker, run up on me and you know it’s over
all of my n+ggas they doin’, doin’ the work like they doin’ homework
all of my n+ggas be whippin’ the work
probably selling it at church
run up on me you get murked
i’ma put you in a he+rs+
ayy, ayy, they don’t understand
i got the upper hand
poppin’ like rubbеr bands
i may k!ll your friend, i may k!ll your man
then i may just f+ck you on this track let’s go to j+pan
i’m up in tokyo coolin’ likе uber, everywhere
i may shoot him in broad day i never care
look alive that sh+t bright, solar flare
home run, goin’, gone, it’s outta here
me and westwood smokin’ on the backwood
pre rolled, filled it good that’s a packed wood
i may just pop some perkies
i pray to god they workin’
sh+t cut too deep surgeon, pull up on the scene i’ll murk him
turn to a whole different person
flex on a b+tch like percules
matter fact call me hercules
same ol’ person
f+ck on that b+tch, she from taiwana
i cannot roll wood, with my marijuana
i am not with the dj, dj drama
andre with the cash, cash the commas
look alive, please look alive
’cause if you look too late f+ck it then you may die
i’m just coolin’ trap house
skate on them n+ggas no black out
i ain’t with the flirtin’ at all, but, b+tch, i got the mac out
that sh+t dead bernie mac now
tell them n+ggas to calm down
i feel like osam now, f+ck the sh+t i’m the bomb now
i’m just vibin’ on ’em
i’m just high tryna survive—
keep this beat goin’, i f+ck with this sh+t
look alive, look alive
jet lag but i still look alive, jet lag but i still look alive
i only slept for an hour, that’s on the plane
but i’m still here, lit as a b+tch, these n+ggas be lame
run up on me then i’m sn+tching your life, and i’m sn+tching your chain, probably sn+tching your main
i’m kickin’ this sh+t like, off of the brain
half of these n+ggas can’t do it
half of ’em probably look stupid
run up on me then i do it
i got my hand on my tool
i use that b+tch like a toilet
flush on that b+tch, i enjoy it
i just went on a voyage, yeah, i just went on a voyage
these shoes cost your mortgage
i—
ayy, i definitely want to drop a remix to this sh+t, like officially, this beat hard as f+ck
ayy, ayy, look, these shoes cost your mortgage
and these b+tches imported
pull up on the scene i’ll torch ’em
ball on them n+ggas full court
whippin’ in the trap no fort
i need a sport
i get some head from yo b+tch ’cause i swear that b+tch is a dork
run up on him with the chopper, i swear i’ma shoot ’em for real i don’t show no remorse
nah i don’t show no remorse
shoot ’em in his head of course
that’s what we aim at
that’s what we bang at
n+ggas switching over money that’s where they change at
i cannot change over change
b+tch, i’m remaining the same
i’m screaming f+ck all the games, i’ll put a shot through your gang
i don’t give a f+ck what you say
i’m getting money all day
ball ’til i’m bald think i need a toupee
cross the street, the b+tch go both ways
freestyle sh+t no write
you couldn’t pay me to write
i got a .40 on my hip like d+mn you n+ggas couldn’t pay me to fight
n+ggas couldn’t pay me to die
losin’ too many n+ggas out this time
what’s juice wrld on? that n+gga probably out his mind
well, look alive, do or die
free my n+gga, he did the time
he ain’t do the crime
don’t believe me, i ain’t lyin’
i ain’t tellin’, die

- juice wrld lyrics

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