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juice wrld - omen lyrics

[intro]
oh
ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
uh, yeah

[verse]
feel like the omen, my eyes are rollin’, stuck in the moment
protection on me, ain’t talkin’ trojan, pullin’ up, blowin’
walkin’ ’round london, a hundred k pound on my clothing
i’m runnin’ the town, and they know it, smokin’ on loud, and i’m zoning
smoke out the pound, yee+haw, yo’ ho and my ho down, yee+haw
yo’ girl tried to rob my mans, so my b+tch shot her down, yee+haw
up and downs on the percs like a see+saw
i’m the wave and these n+ggas get mad that they stuck in my wave, so i’m callin’ it sea salt
i don’t f+ck with no parties, but i turn my room to a rave, molly what we on
i don’t bother to learn none of these n+ggas names ’cause to me, they all peons
i know one when i see one, sh+t, i would hate to be one
it’s funny how n+ggas be hidin’ in they blankets like it wasn’t me they would sleep on
they alarm clock ring, my theme song, yeah
i was, but i can’t be broke, yeah, if i go broke, ship it from rio, yeah
a sagittarius, but drip like aquarius and i be roarin’ like leo, yeah
the game, i’ma marry it, money, i bury it, life just got a lil’ scarier, yeah
aim for the neck like a terrier, yeah, money stack, ben franklin, bury it (yeah)

[chorus]
blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
now i’m the overseer, sh+ttin’ on all my peers
hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
high as a b+tch, is it hot in here?
too high to drive, i let bae steer
[post+chorus]
if you f+ck with the team, we gon’ shoot like lebron, the original twenty+three glock, cavalier
got a mask on my face with a beam on my side like i’m at comic+con with a light saber, yeah
rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills
pills got me sweatin’ like i’m climbin’ up a hill
my drip gettin’ wetter so her p+ssy gettin’ wetter
’til my d+ck feel better in that b+tch like an eel

[open instrumental]

[chorus]
uh+huh, blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
now i’m the overseer, sh+ttin’ on all my peers
hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
high as a b+tch, is it hot in here?
too high to drive, i let bae steer

- juice wrld lyrics

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