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juice wrld - murder rate freestyle 3 lyrics

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ballin’ lil’ percs, sound like moroccans, yeah
rose on my hip, waka flocka, yeah
i’m in the cut wit’ my choppa, yeah
i’m in my sprinter and i got ’em sprintin’
usain bolt, b+tch, i be winnin’, yeah
she look like eve to me
’cause easily, i got your b+tch sinnin’
yeah, colder than winter
i put a wood in that b+tch, now that b+tch got a splinter, yeah
you is a rat, 6ix9ine+ass n+gga, no master splinter, yeah
b+tch, i’m a winner, b+tch, i’m the best
metta world peace, like ron artest
ain’t talkin’ like a ref, but if you act foul, i’ma hit yo ass wit’ this tec
flow so smooth, huh
dance in yo’ b+tch and she lovin’ my groove, huh
she say that i’m so stylish
she wanna suck my d+ck while i keep on my shoes, yeah
yeah, ayy, jordan fours, fives, sixes, sevens and twos, huh, ayy
elevens, nines, well yeah, i do got a few, huh, ayy
let’s go, this beat bang like metro
sticky weed like a schedule, huh
i’m a rockstar, heavy metal, huh
pullin’ strings, i feel like geppetto, huh
i just did a show, let’s go, huh
i’m sendin’ money to the ghetto
send it back to my daddy, grand folks
pull up on him with the new rambo
i’ma shoot a n+gga with my eyes closed
cl!ck+clack, bow, reload
gun sing like american idol
got my hand on my rifle
you’ll get dropped like a gangster disciple
n+gga, f+ck the title
merch on her p+ssy like her p+ssy bible
uh+uh+uh, uh

- juice wrld lyrics

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