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juice wrld - the real slim shady freestyle lyrics

intro:

westwood

verse 1:
you know we getting cash right?
bad b+tch she gon’ shake her ass right
i’m like d+mn baby, where you from?
what’s your name?
you familiar did i meet you in the past life?
i can give you all this money if you act right
i’m’a throw you all this money if you act right
i’m’a throw you all this money if you act right (uh)
i’m’a throw you all this money if you act right
then again i ain’t paying for p+ssy, you rookie
choppa on my hip, it’s shootin’ (uh uh)
hold up
choppa on my hip and it’s bad like megan good
bad lil b+tch she gon’ give me all the cookies
bad lil b+tch and she thick, lookin’ like snooki
got a problem with me i’m’a shoot it like a movie (uh)
that’s just how it is, i’m khalifa with the reefer
but i’ve never been a [?] this is grown man’s sh+t
this is not for little kids even though i’m going hard
like a n+gga little bill got the molly in the drink
i’m’a crack a seal, run up on me you get popped like i’m poppin’ all the pills
spazing on every track, i battle rap
anyone that’s gon’ battle rap, come battle that
i feel like shaquille o’neil, when i shoot
choppa gon break the glass, ra+ta+tat
i don’t got time for snakes, no time for rats
i’m smokin’ pack, i’m selling crack, bring it back
run up on me, cool that choppa on me, get you clapped
matter of fact you don’t know how to act
i’m a real ass n+gga, drill ass n+gga
gon’ and pop a pill ass n+gga, [?] ass n+gga
f+ck how you feel lil n+gga, i’m real lil n+gga
i’m sick, i’m ill lil n+gga, for real lil n+gga (uh)
freestyle off the dome, kickin’ it for real
in the cut, totin’ my steel like keel
if you don’t k!ll a motherf+cker, f+ck it i will
you better start riding your wheel, for real

chorus:

i’m real juice, yes i’m the real juice
you can get juiced up, you f+ckin’ with me (uh)
won’t the real juice wrld please stand up
won’t the real juice wrld please stand up
someone bring all the real xans out
this fentanyl sh+t got me laying on the couch (like)
what the f+ck is all these fake pills about
what the f+ck is all these fake thrills about

verse 2:

r.i.p to x
r.i.p to peep
r.i.p to mac
r.i.p to [?]
r.i.p to anybody that want beef
r.i.p to anybody that want beef
r.i.p to all the n+ggas died in the street
r.i.p to all the n+ggas died, rest in peace
only thing i can’t say is r.i.p to me
’cause i’m’a live forever i put that on my life b (uh)
flow go crazy, for the n+ggas that boolin’ red, my flow go brazy, shake like haiti
choppa on me get your ass [?}
i don’t give a f+ck i may just f+ck your b+tch today
young n+gga and i’m feelin’ rich today
scratch him off, lil auto no quick pick today
burn a n+gga like jamaica’s incense
been the realest n+gga an infant, okay (uh)
on these eminem beats
i’m a beast from the west to the east, i’m a freak, in the sheets
got your b+tch and she got a real badass physique
i’m’a f+ck her one time while you’re beating your meat

chorus:

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