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juice wrld - sidewalk (420) stem edit / studio session lyrics

it ain’t my problem that i got problems, not my problem it ain’t my problem that i got problems, not my problem it’s not my problem, it’s not my problem told me that she wanna get high b+tch, that’s not my problem i know i get too high, i know i got some problems it ain’t my problem that i got problems, not my problem it ain’t my problem that i got problems, not my problem you know who i mean 2 grams of the og dodging all the police that b+tch doing cocaine on the tour bus, catching a nosebleed keep that sh+t away from me that b+tch, you can stay for me that b+tch, will you stay for me? told my girl, pray for me i go through too much i don’t really give no f+cks i got my stick tough i hit a n+gga in the lip slide back just to shoot his b+tch i’ma shoot a n+gga like a fl!ck feel like darth vader, n+gga, i’m your father i go harder die for that sh+t like a martyr pull up in a dodge, no charger all of my n+ggas, they barging come through looking like a squadron n+gga, i’m the sergeant n+gga, i’m a god bow down, b+tch, be modest yeah, i’m on top, can’t drop a b+tch that’s your b+tch, my fault talk of that sh+t, that chopper leave you on the sidewalk i only talk sh+t that much, i let my gun talk i sit down, then i aim, let my gun roll quisco, just like call of duty i’m in the cut, don’t uzi’s i make a movie with your b+tch, don’t clone it i f+ck your b+tch in the movies i don’t got time for a groupie only got time for the coochie i don’t f+ck with that b+tch, she got coochie you know what you mean two grams of the og dodging all the police that b+tch doing cocaine on the tour bus, catching a nosebleed keep that sh+t away from me that b+tch, you can stay for me that b+tch, will you stay for me? told my girl, pray for me i go through too much i don’t really get no f+cks i got my stick tough i hit a n+gga in the lip slide back just to shoot his b+tch i’ma shoot a n+gga like a fl!ck feel like darth vader, n+gga i’m your father bad b+tch in the back, uh got her hands all down my suvis got her hands all down my guccis got her hands all down my louis if you don’t like me, you can sue me if you wanna f+ck me, b+tch, screw me act like you ain’t never knew me act like you ain’t never do me the press all on my ass tmz all on my phone telling me i did this and it that then leave me the f+ck alone i been getting richer than a b+tch yeah, i’m talking bout a white b+tch n+ggas know it, not the white b+tch never really f+cked with white sh+t i don’t know about that sh+t k!ll a n+gga here, baby i’ma cut his sh+t, i don’t know about sh+t say a n+gga wanna fight said he on me, i’ma slash him in a porsche i’ma pull up in a porsche with a b+tch, four or five on me, torch it you know me two grams of the og dodging all the police fat b+tch doing cocaine on the tour bus catching a nosebleed keep that sh+t away from me fat b+tch, you can stay for me fat b+tch, will you stay for me? told my girl, pray for me i don’t do too much i don’t really get no f+cks i get my stick tough i hit a n+gga in the loop slide back just to shoot his b+tch i’ma shoot a n+gga like a fl!ck feel like darth vader, n+gga i’m your father i go harder die for the sh+t like a martyr pull up in a dodge, no charging all of my n+ggas, they barging come through looking like a squadron n+gga, i’m the sergeant n+gga, i’m a god bow down, b+tch, be modest yeah, i’m on top, getting top from b+tch that’s your b+tch, my fault talking that sh+t, that chopper leave you on the sidewalk i only talk sh+t that much i let my gun talk i sit down, then i aim let my gun roll only j’s to gucci, no connection they tell me my flow is straight perfection grown up, you gon’ catch the smith & wesson i’ve been living my best life on the worst days i’ve been praying to god, get rid of the cursed days shine like shoes on the church days all i can tell you is, yeah, you heard me go, go, go, go, go alone, go, go you know me, two grams of the og dodging all the police that b+tch doing cocaine on the tour bus, catching a nosebleed keep that sh+t away from me that b+tch, you can stay from me that b+tch, will you stay from me? told my girl, pray for me i go through too much i don’t really get no f+cks i got my stick tough i hit a n+gga in the loop slide back just to shoot his b+tch i’ma shoot a n+gga like a fl!ck feel like darth vader, n+gga, i’m your father gun gon’ sting, i call it britney spears n+gga, what the f+ck, are you still in here? try to run away, catch a shot to the rear live life with no fears hard bodies, all these other n+ggas queers long as i got my strap in here haven’t popped a xanax bar in years yes, sir, i see through the snakes i see through the fire oh, yeah shop a sink, just like britney water for these n+ggas still in here ay, f+ck up my section oh, go, go got smoke from westin gun gon’ sting, i call it blouses, percocets i get so high, it lasts for years 30 in that 40, make a man told you, baby, i am not the one you gon’ have to leave in the morning open up your mouth, b+tch, you’re thirsty throw it on the ground, baby, twerk it hundred bands in my pockets, baby, work it it’s so worth it, yeah, it’s so worth it after i f+ck, you gotta leave, lil’ b+tch, you’re worthless after i f+ck, you gotta leave, lil’ b+tch, you’re worthless this show is over, yeah, it’s time to close the curtains off of the percs, i’ma blow that chopper like curtis double up my money, i ain’t ridin’ out i was right all along life ain’t nothin’ but a test, i’m, i’m, i’m alone came from nothin’, now i’m stottin’ on these n+ggas, yeah, yeah came from nothin’, now i’m stottin’ on these n+ggas, yeah, yeah lil’ f+ck, i shoot my gun, don’t see my lady, god you know me, two grams of the og dodgin’ all the police that b+tch doin’ cocaine on the tour bus, catchin’ a nosebleed keep that sh+t away from me that b+tch, you can stay for me that b+tch, will you stay for me? told my girl, pray for me i go through too much i don’t really give no f+cks i get my stick tucked i hit a n+gga in the lip slide back just to shoot his b+tch i’ma shoot a n+gga like a fl!ck feel like darth vader, n+gga, i’m your father i go harder die for the sh+t like a martyr pull up in a dodge, no charger all of my n+ggas, they bargin’ come through lookin’ like a squadron n+gga, i’m the sergeant n+gga, i’m a god bow down, b+tch, be modest yeah, i’m on top getting top from b+tch, that’s your b+tch, my fault talk of that sh+t, that chopper, then you on the sidewalk i only talk sh+t that much, i let my gun talk i sit down, then i aim, let my gun walk quisco, sh+t like call of duty i’m in the cut, some uzi’s i make a movie with your b+tch, no cloning i f+ck your b+tch in the movies i don’t got time for a groupie only got time for the coochie i don’t f+ck with that b+tch, she got coochie don’t move, friend, i’ll never get along don’t, don’t go don’t go, don’t go don’t go, don’t go take my, come on cam+cam+cam+cam+cam+cam i’ll find, i’ll find my way i’m in the camp, find my way if my dog was here, i wonder what he’d f+ckin’ say saw your mouth shut, you don’t got sh+t to f+ckin’ say get all that hypocrisy to f+ck out my face ring sounds every f+ckin’ day energy gettin’ taken away try you’s got me in a daze prayin’ and hopin’ it go away why the f+ck, when the f+ck, how the f+ck did i get so f+cked up? what the f+ck? why the f+ck, how the f+ck, when the f+ck did i get so f+cked up? why the f+ck, how the f+ck, when the f+ck did i get so f+cked up? you know me, two grams of the og dodging all the police fat b+tch doin’ cocaine lil’ two bucks catchin’ a nosebleed keep that sh+t away from me fat b+tch, you can stay for me fat b+tch, will you stay for me? told my girl, pray for me i go through too much i don’t really get no f+cks i got my stick tucked i hit a n+gga in the lip slide back just to shoot his b+tch i’ma shoot a n+gga like a fl!ck feel like darth vader, n+gga, i’m your father fat b+tch in the back, look got her hands all down my suvis got her hands all down my guccis got her hands all down my louis if you don’t like me, you can sue me if you wanna f+ck me, b+tch, screw me act like you ain’t never knew me act like you ain’t never do me the press all on my ass tmz all on my phone tellin’ me i did this and did that n+gga, leave me the f+ck alone i be gettin’ richer than a b+tch yeah, i’m talkin’ bout a white b+tch n+ggas know i ain’t nothin’ white, b+tch never really f+cked with white sh+t i don’t know, i don’t know that sh+t k!ll a n+gga, eat a baby i’ma call it sh+t, i don’t know, boy, sh+t say a n+gga want a white sh+ggy on me i’ma slash him in a porsche i’ma pull up in a porsche with a b+tch, four or five on me, torch it talk to me, talkin’ that sh+t that chopper leave you on the side, woah

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