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juice wrld - murder rate freestyle 4 lyrics

[verse]
b+tch, i don’t walk it, i run it
i ball like the okc thunder
these b+tches be comin’, i f+ck ’em until they be cummin’
run up on me, choppa drummin’, it ain’t about nothin’
i’m too busy makin’ money, these n+ggas, they makin’ assumptions
i know how they comin’
n+ggas talk stupid until i pull up and sh+t on ’em, n+ggas need a toilet plunger
that’s for real
in the kitchen, whippin’ up a meal
after that, i’ll prolly pop a pill
pop a pill, then i cop a feel from your b+tch, prolly eat me up, happy meal
n+ggas still sellin’ they soul for a million dollars, that’s a cr+ppy deal
so when god come back, you gon’ be burnin’ money up in h+ll
i don’t got time for it, only tom ford, n+gga, yeah, i dress well
got a bad b+tch and she too bad, so bad, man, jezebel
knock ’em out, b+tch, holyfield
hot as f+ck, but i’m high as h+ll, guess i’m hot like [holyalle?]
b+tch, i’m sippin’ lean, holy grail
they want smoke, i’ma give it to ’em
all these n+ggas gon’ be pushin’ daisies, at they funerals throwin’ tulips
she gon’ put my d+ck on her two lips
i’ma shoot in that b+tch like tyler ulis
i’ma f+ck on that b+tch for a minute, then pass her to brodie ’cause i know she choosin’
give a f+ck ’bout the sh+t that you doin’
paul wall, how i chop her and screw her
library book, if i want it, i hit again, i might go fix and renew her
i get the money, i spend it on me and i hustle, i know that blew her
but f+ck it, i don’t give a f+ck, she ain’t my girl, so sh+t, whatever

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