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og don - so fast lyrics

[intro: juice wrld]
uh, drivin’ too fast (ohh)
looking at him like why the f-ck you do that? (ohh)
uzi, what you on, n-gga? (ohh, let’s go)

[chorus: juice wrld]
brand new maybach, i can’t wait to ride in the sh-t (ohh, ohh, ohh)
drivin’ so fast, i feel like i’ll die in this sh-t (ohh, ohh, ohh)
drivin’ so fast, i feel like i’ll fly in this sh-t (ohh, ohh, ohh)
drivin’ so fast, still getting head from your b-tch (ohh, ohh, ohh)
brand new maybach, i can’t wait to ride in the sh-t (ohh, ohh, ohh)
drivin’ so fast, it feel i’ll die in this sh-t (ohh, ohh, ohh)
drivin’ so fast, it feel like i’ll fly in sh-t (ohh, ohh, ohh)
drivin’ so fast, still getting head from your b-tch, oh yeah

[verse 1: juice wrld]
huh, i’m in danger, cowboy guns i’m a texas ranger
choppa from the future like a power ranger
codeine sippin’, ain’t no liquor, i be mixin flavors
b-tch, i’m a rockstar and a k!ller
the demon is in him, but i’m praying god to get rid of it
uzi told me that the demon is really my friend
make me different, i shouldn’t get rid of it
but i don’t know what i should do about the demon, i’m tryna figure out what the f-ck is the media
louis v on me, that sh-t on the media
lean and drive, disobedient
evil eyes, i feel villainous
n-ggas lives, wikipedia
yo’ b-tch in bed, sing her lullabies, she think that i’m keeping her
nah, she shouldn’t think that sh-t at all
she think i love her, they told it wrong
it ain’t my fault, leave her heart on the sidewalk

[verse 2: og don]
(ayy)
i flooded my wrist with ice
she wanna ride on my d-ck like a bike
shout out to juice, that’s my brother for life
i’m smokin’ on woods, and you smokin’ a pipe
i’m f-ckin’ a model, and you f-ckin’ a dike
that sh-t nasty, boy you triflin’
city to city, i be flyin’
i knew that b-tch was really lyin’
designer fabrics, i be buyin’
the police come, you better hide it
no i’m not boxing but i got a t-tle
pray to the lord, i be readin’ the bible
poppin’ these perkys, b-tch i got the itis
gold chain just like midas
private party, you not invited
i love my momma, bought her a diamond
keep my tec tucked, i don’t give a f-ck about your vest bro
i’m next up
red coupe that b-tch look like ketchup
f-ck police i will never ever ‘fess up
you had somethin’ going, but your stupid -ss messed up

- og don lyrics

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