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juice wrld – pre heat lyrics

[intro]
(drop that sh+t)

[chorus]
in chicago at a fifi, gun on pre+heat
i feel like i’m drizzy, screaming kiki
thottie, you don’t love me, plus you ugly
i find it funny these n+ggas don’t get no money
shooting at yo fifi, gun on pre+heat
i’m back into chi+town, i ball out like nee streets
then mix it in my fiji, i make it look easy
[verse]
hit my trap phone if you need me
uh+huh, b+tch uh+huh
i got what you want, huh
crack rocks, sell it to your mom
neighborhood drama, now i got more money than your neighborhood hustler
i just popped a tesla, now i’m in a tesla
not the one to mess with, know we keep them sticks tucked
ain’t sh+t sweet, you got sh+t f+cked up
heat up on my hip, up it like the summer
i don’t got the commas, save me thе drama
i run up the bands and i f+ck on yo’ momma
say you want smoke, in the cut with thе llama
vvs on my wrist, change it up like the tundra
rifle in the trunk, b+tch i feel like a hunter
third eye open b+tch, i feel like a monster, uh
i’m a k!ller, i’m a straight jeffrey dahmer
i’m a goon, but i roll with them goblins
i’m a god so i f+ck on a goddess
that’s on my life, yeah, that’s on my life
i’m a god so i f+ck on a goddess
that’s on my life, i put my kids on your wife

- juice wrld lyrics

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