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juice wrld - yeah yeah yeaaah [v2] lyrics

[intro]
yeaaah yeah
had to get this sh+t now
cause’ there ain’t no waiting
had to get this sh+t now

[freestyle]
had to get this sh+t now cause there ain’t no waiting
had to f+ck the bank twice ain’t no m+st+rbating
i’ve been ballin’ super hard i feel like jeremy lin
f+ck that b+tch then i let her go i know she waiting
f+ck that b+tch then i give her back her boyfriend hatin’
slow my life down with them xannies, b+tch i’m in the matrix
rollin’ up a blunt up, this og gas and ‘ima face it
yeah, ay

yeah, i go through these phases
it’s amazing
this b+tch drive me crazy
like mercedеs
crash the mercedеs
smash your lady
on the daily
f+ck n+gga don’t play with me
f+ck n+gga i play for keeps
on the scene i spray then leave
these n+ggas won’t let me be
these n+ggas won’t let me breathe
run up on me i make him bleed
choppa up on me it make him leave
new gun ima c+ck it back
put dat teach like in cat
cl!ck clack f+ck n+gga get back
probably brown ima spit that crack
get the f+ck out of my trap
you ain’t welcome in my trap
real n+ggas up in my trap
shrill n+ggas up in my trap
we don’t know how to act
lately i’ve been pouring up act
bad b+tch get hit from the back
after that, may give her a stack
i ain’t paying for p+ssy no cat
i ain’t paying for p+ssy no cat
but you still wanna come get that
you wanna know where my new crib at
f+ck n+gga you better fall back
cause the gun in your head fall back
got a gun on my hip fall back
got a gun on my hip fall back
got a choppa in the truck fall back
if we deep we jump fall back
put a bullet hole in your ballcap
you know i don’t f+ck with all that
n+gga don’t talk like do rag
on the top like a new do rag
ima f+cked your b+tch do that
ima leave her in the past
ima count up all my cash
ima get right in my bag
i know these n+ggas mad
cause all i do is brag
i don’t look at the tag
that .40 on me get tagged
that .40 on me get dragged
these n+ggas not straight they f+g
you know i get money i rag
rack up, rack up that rag
run up on me you get hit get clapped
run that sh+t like a lab
so percy my relapse
i run it like a lab
the police on my ass
i get ghost up in that ghost (huh)
yeah i do the most, brag up on them then i boast
pop a bottle, pop a model
same thing in my eyes
run up on me, .40 on me
leave you traumatized

[freestyle 2]
my gun got a silence
you know you ain’t i b+tch
run up you gon’ die b+tch
got a .45 b+tch
or the 9 b+tch
you know you ain’t my b+tch (yeah)
you ain’t my b+tch
you know you ain’t my b+tch
you’s a sidekick
you know you ain’t my b+tch
you’s a psychic
you know you ain’t my b+tch
you’s a psych
psych
you a sidekick
sike
i still make her ride it like a bike
run up on me then u gonna die
put that on my life
put d+ck in your wife
yeah, h+ll, yeah
f+ckin’ right, h+ll yeah
f+ckin’ right, h+ll yeah
yeah
b+tch i’m booted, b+tch im zooted and you know
probably run up on em’ them i let it go
i was runnin’ through the six with the woes
.40 in him with the, woah
money machine gang
money machine gang, (?) gang
money machine gang, money machine gang
money machine gang, f+ck your team gang
money machine gang, f+ck your team gang
money machine gang, f+ck your team gang
she do the whole gang thats a team thang
money machine gang, money machine gang
money machine gang, money machine gang
i feel like a boss, b+tch you fired you layed off
(?) heart, b+tch i feel like i made off
in the cut my ak on me gon’ let if off
don’t believe me, try me yeah yeah yeah get it off
(ay)
catch a body gang that’s what we about
off the molly gang at yo’ b+tch house
got the whole gang at yo’ b+tch house
did our whole thang at yo’ b+tch house
yeah
i’m back out
got locked up for selling at the crack house
skate up on a n+gga had to black out
mask out, f+ck em’ mag out f+ck em up
he on my phone he ordered to f+ck me up
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
so we had to f+ck em up
(ay, yeah)
ay, gmoney in the cut
countin’ money up
(ay) (ay)
ima take the percy ease the pain
ima buy a perc, today
60, threw cash out
singing that sh+t is the way
plug pull up
rugers tuck
shoot em up, shoot shoot em up
shoot shoot em up
yeah, yeah, yeah
i ain’t getting high b+tch, i dont care
touch the sky b+tch you not i b+tch (?)
woah+oh+oh
my gun got a silence (mhm+m)
you know you ain’t i b+tch
im black on em
woah+oh+oh

what’s brackkin
uh, huh huh huh
i know n+ggas lacking (uh, huh, huh)
i ain’t ever ever lacking (huh, huh, huh)
.40 on me and its smacking (uh, huh, huh)
told you i ain’t with the lacking (uh, huh, huh)
yeah i be pistol packing (yuh, huh, huh)
if i don’t got it my brother got one (huh)
smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts
ay, wait
better get yo’ money up
ay, yeah
i been on the money hunt
ay, yeah
on yo’ spot i shoot it up
ay
ain’t no templing i boot it up

one second it’s leave me ‘lone
then i don’t wanna be alone
yeah, i want you to leave me ‘lone
but i don’t wanna be alone
i don’t wanna be there alone
i don’t wanna be alone
i don’t wanna be here alone
i don’t wanna be alone
i don’t wanna be if she can’t be with me, i won’t be
if she can’t see with me, i won’t see (yeah)
she’s what i need, (yeah)
like pills in irene (yeah)
mix that with the lean, that promethazine
make my sprite bleed (uh)
make my sprite bleed (uh)
make yo’ gang bleed (uh, yeah, ay)

i fell in love with the paper then the guap came
f+ck the bank till’ the guap came
i fell in love with that b+tch she love cocaine
too bad, we don’t love the same things
i fell in love with the money then the guap came
yeah, f+ck the blunt till the guap came
i fell in love with the p+ssy yeah she love cocaine
too bad, we don’t like the same things
uhh+ yeah yeah
huhhuh+ yeah, huh, yeah

[outro]
keep it ‘sup, yeah uh
you can’t keep up with us
i remember they was dissin’ us
the same hoes down to f+ck (yeah)
i don’t like parties but i still go
balenciaga runners look like steel toes
(ho+ho+oh) (?)
hate on me
b+tch im out of yo’ reach
out of yo’ reach
money on me
.40 on me
(?) on me

uh, woah+oh
woah+oh oh

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