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juice wrld – whip lyrics

[intro]
huh, huh, b+tch, huh, huh, huh, b+tch
huh, huh, huh, ya dig? huh, huh, huh, yeah
huh, huh, b+tch, alright, yeah ([?])
yeah

[verse]
try me if you want, it’s gon’ be over with quick (b+tch)
disrespectful as f+ck, n+gga, suck a d+ck (b+tch)
run up on me, choppa on me, i be bussin’ sh+t (grra, grra, b+tch)
sick of n+ggas so my gun is robitussinin’ (grra, grra, b+tch)
i ain’t with the fightin’ or the fussin’ (uh)
i’m with them n+ggas that’ll k!ll you in public (f+ck n+ggas)
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas call me juice uncle ruckus (uh)
you get changed like the money or the subject (or the subject)
if it ain’t money then i’m finna change the subject (change the subject)
i’ma spend it all or burn it, money ain’t a object (uh+huh)
run up on me, choppa burn and hit you in your face, yeah (b+tch)
(hit you in your motherf+ckin’ face)
look at your b+tch, she bad, i just bought her some gucci fishnets
i get her fish wet (yeah), i get her fish wet, uh
p+ssy smell like water, it don’t smell like fish, yeah
f+ckin’ with me, you’ll be swimmin’ with the fish, yeah
cut my money fat like an ass, shout out kim west (huh)
your money fake like an ass, shout out kim west (b+tch)
married to the money but i’m the best man (uh+huh)
choppa hit your stomach, your intestines (grra, grra, uh+huh)
she grabbed my d+ck, like i’m like that b+tch was testin’
one, two, testin’, one, two, testin’
actually, she was reachin’ for my smith and wesson
it was a setup, but you know a n+gga already sensed it
don’t give a f+ck if you a b+tch or a n+gga, i’m still stretchin’
shot her in the chest, yeah, she gon’ need more than fake tits
d+mn, i’m petty as h+ll
relax, i was jokin’, you n+ggas ain’t take it well
they tried to tell me where to go in life, i told ’em “go to h+ll”
speakin’ of h+ll, i’ll send you there, i got my tool like show and tell, tell

- juice wrld lyrics

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