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juice wrld - syphilis (remix) lyrics

[intro: juice wrld, ski mask the slump god & xxxtentacion]
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that kel+tec kick, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
yeah, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
new kel+tec, b+tch, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
disrespect then i’m gon’ take your breath, uh, uh, uh
in the trap, whip crack and crystal meth, uh, uh, uh
in a sec’, intercept, cut your stom’, case you say sh+t

[chorus: juice wrld]
i got lean in my p+ss, i got beams on my bl!ck
on that gun is a d+ck, i’m gon’ f+ck your face with it
i got lean in my p+ss, i got beams on my gl!ck
on my gun is a d+ck, i’m gon’ f+ck your face with it, uh

[verse 1: juice wrld]
and her p+ssy wet, huh, just like a slip n’ slide
she gon’ let me f+ck, huh, yeah, i get inside
chopper heat seeker, run, but you can’t hide
police on my ass, buckle up, let’s go for a ride, ayy
codeine with the percs, take too many, feel like i’ma die, ayy
i can’t go out like that, ain’t tryna make my mama cry, ayy
chopper with a thirty in that, i pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy
i can change anything, got them obama eyes, ayy
b+tch, i be sicker than syphilis
f+ck n+gga trippin’ and i’ma get rid of ’em, uh
my eyes go blacker than licorice
i hit a l!ck and i ended up k!llin’ ’em, uh
she tell me i taste just like a lollipop
she can’t stop l!ckin’ me, uh
b+tch, i’m the goat, b+tch, you suck
you wanna fight? b+tch, what’s up?
um, every day i’m on go mode with a four+oh up in my pants
slump off of the percs and the codeine, no more can i ever do xans
um, i take drugs when i’m copin’, uh
mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
n+ggas in jail droppin’ the soap like what?
i heard that that was your homie, yeah
[chorus: juice wrld, xxxtentacion & ski mask the slump god]
i got lean in my p+ss, i got beams on my bl!ck (check my resume)
on that gun is a d+ck, i’m gon’ f+ck your face with it (ayy, yuh)
i got lean in my p+ss, i got beams on my gl!ck (ayy, yuh)
on my gun is a d+ck, i’m gon’ f+ck your face with it, uh (yuh, yuh, ayy)
feet black just like a crow!

[verse 2: xxxtentacion]
guillotine, our team, in that p+ssy
why your b+tch, look like ming, with a p+ssy?
i can’t swim
just like i’m raven, no, “that’s so raven” idea
i had a dream, like i go martin luther; i’m rich, i run my crew!
voot up, voot up, voot up
b+tch! want my d+ck? pop that p+ssy like a zit, yuh
f+ck do you mean? gun on me? suck my d+ck, yuh (b+tch)
stay with that glock, i won’t run from the opps, ayy
you see a shot? that?s not me, that’s the cops, ayy (buck buck buck buck!)
stop it, ayy, gothic, ayy
might rip the head off the prophet, ayy
andy my clips, milonakis, ayy
empty that b+tch it ain’t nothing, ayy
f+ck ya, ayy, pump him, ayy
i put his mouth on the carpet, ayy
stomp on his head and then perf it, ayy
hope that sh+t+talking was worth it, ayy
i might bedazzle my pistol, ayy
“x you a goon what?s your issue?” ayy
diamonds electric like raichu, ayy
if you need lean i might pint you, ayy
hollow tips all in my rifle, ayy
make your head lean like the eiffel, ayy
said my d+ck look like the eiffel, ayy
she say i’m white i might fight you
[verse 3: ski mask the slump god]
okay, like, oh no, look at wrist, you b+tches whippin’ up the bowl!
you not talkin’ bricks you been with, get wet like egg yolk!
she not from dimmsdale, but she gon’ give me dimmadome!
oh, no, look at your aunt, her feet black just like a crow!
krispie kreme, but my sauce never empty
humpty dumpty, how i crack her
like a nut cracker, all the best crispy, wish list
creep, creep
crawling like i’m just from centipede
bulletproof vest like i’m 50
feeling like a public toilet, full of bear hibernation pee pee

[chorus: juice wrld & ski mask the slump god]
i got lean in my p+ss, i got beams on my bl!ck (ayy)
on that gun is a d+ck, i’m gon’ f+ck your face with it (ayy)
i got lean in my p+ss, i got beams on my gl!ck (ayy)
on my gun is a d+ck, i’m gon’ f+ck your face with it, uh (ayy)

[outro: juice wrld]
haha, yeah, uh+huh, uh+huh
yeah, okay, okay okay okay
huh, yeah, huh
f+ck all these other goofy ass n+ggas, man
f+ck all these f+ck n+ggas
ain’t trippin’ off no regular old b+tch
uh+uh, no limit gang, huh, huh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
double that, yeah, huh, triple that, yeah, huh
yeah, quadruple that, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
one more, that’s five times platinum, huh, yeah

- juice wrld lyrics

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