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juice wrld - speed demon (90210) (edit) lyrics

[chorus: juice wrld]
b+tch, we don’t need you, but you need us, uh
90210 with my feet up
on that dirt bike, i’ma lose control, i’ma speed up, huh
speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah
trapping out the country, need a visa
they got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him
told all my opposition, life’s a b+tch, she finna leave ya, yeah
i’m finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (uh)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
raf simons, rick owens, my adidas, yeah
blue money, got that old moldy pita bread
bring your house down like queen latifah, yeah
she seen my watch, now she wanna come and fifa, yeah
i ain’t kickin’, b+tch, i’m bickin’ it
i bought an island, i’m feelin’ like gilligan
codeine on me, i can’t stop sipping it
d+ck in her mouth, she can’t stop l!cking it
if i see the n+gga that slid on my homie
i promise to god, i won’t stop bl!cking ’em
ap watch, won’t stop glistening
bullеt hit your heart, nitroglycerin, uh
nitro on my car, start the racе, i’m gon’ finish it
ahead of my time, still in my prime
paved the way for these n+ggas
already fashionably late, so i won’t wait for a n+gga
we eatin’ good, passin’ plates, breaking bread with my n+ggas, uh
[chorus: juice wrld]
we don’t need you, but you need us, uh
90210 with my feet up
on that dirt bike, i’ma lose control, i’ma speed up, huh
speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah
trapping out the country, need a visa
they got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him
told all my opposition, life’s a b+tch, she finna leave ya, yeah
i’m finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (uh)

[verse 2: future]
free my n+gga chuck, i told him we gettin’ a billion off the top
we don’t even wanna know who shot at you, we wipin’ off a block
over one thousand sh+lls, they gon’ hear about it tomorrow
ain’t no time to negotiate, we got them bails, f+ck a clock
i’m the wizard, n+gga, i can turn the trap into a star
i’m in the real rare, n+gga, automobile, that’s a double r
i done came out the field, i work a stick, f+ck a guitar
you ain’t got enough to gamble then you can put up your car

- juice wrld lyrics

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