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$tr burst - burst & wrld (ktm) lyrics

[intro: juice wrld & $tr burst]
perc’ me in (uh), let me in (woah, b+tch)
how the f+ck you hatin’ outside the club? (woah)
drugs knockin’ at my door
need to let me in (need to let me in, woah)
you can’t even get in
f+ck, yeah, uh (uh, ktm)

[chorus: juice wrld]
pills knockin’ at my door, i’m finna let ’em in (yeah)
ballin’ hard, feel like d rose, i need a letterman (yeah)
i can’t f+ck that b+tch if she don’t give me her consent (yeah)
half of these hoes don’t even give me erection (they don’t get me hard)
if you with that sh+t, then up your gat, let it split, oh (yeah, yeah)
i know n+ bangin’ they flags like confederate, oh (slatt)
brand new house, it’s on the hills, just got the settlements off (rich)
lately, i been ridin’ dirt bikes, g+money told me, “don’t fall off” (yee+haw, skrrt, skrrt)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
that two+door with no tints, oh (no tints)
she sucked me up in my g+wagon, no tints, oh
i see all through the shade, ain’t no tints, oh
pull up in that beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)
i heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)
i know that b+tch shakin’ ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)
i’m takin’ ws and her wins low (yeah, yeah)
i order b+tches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah
took that b+tch to miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)
i got bad b+tches on deck, do you need one?
matter of fact, i got so many hoes
i’ll sell you one, you can keep one
that b+tch don’t need me, that lil’ ho need jesus, ayy
vvs on my wrist, ain’t get no jesus pieces, ayy
need me a chocolate thing, ain’t talkin’ reese’s pieces, ayy
i don’t f+ck with none of these n+ like i’m racist, ayy (yeah)
my songs on that bad b+tch playlist (yeah)
[chorus: juice wrld]
pills knockin’ at my door, i’m finna let ’em in (yeah, yeah)
ballin’ hard, feel like d rose, i need a letterman (yee+haw)
i can’t f+ck that b+tch if she don’t give me her consent (yee+haw)
half of these hoes don’t even give me erection (yeah, yeah)
if you with that sh+t, then up your gat, let it split, oh (grrah, grrah)
i know n+ bangin’ they flags like confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)
brand new house, it’s on the hills, just got the settlements off
lately, i been ridin’ dirt bikes, g+money told me, “don’t fall off”

[verse 2: juice wrld]
i been on my ktm drip, hopefully i don’t fall off (yeah, skrrt)
in the desert, on a dirt bike, with an ar, lettin’ it all off (tu+tu+tu+tu, grrah)
my lil’ b+tch’ll set you up, yeah, she a dog (she a dog)
get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your b+lls off (pause)
she come back home, tell me you dead, my d+ck is in her jaw (uh+huh)
i could never end up like my dad, i’m too much of a boss (uh+huh)
oxycodone all up in my hand, i’m scratchin’ through the walls (uh+huh)
high as h+ll on my phone, groupies tryna’ get in my drawers (woah)
foreign b+tch up in my snapchat showin’ ass (what else?)
i know she don’t love me for real, she just want the bag (what the f+ck else?)
she gon’ do me and my team for a louis bag (what the f+ck else?)
grip the chopper with the beam, this in a louis bag (baow, baow)
i go shoppin’ everywhere, i don’t look at tags
wear it once then throw it away, i don’t take it back (uh+huh)
said she loved me, stupid b+tch, you should take it back (uh)
i’ma drop ya’ off wherever the f+ck i met you at (oh)
call a uber for that b+tch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)
do the dash through her life, i’m on go+go+go, uh (that b+tch gotta go)
iffy, uh, sticky tucked, i’m on gummo mode (i’m on gun mode)
my closet like a motherf+ckin’ gun show, oh (uh)
i’ma spin her (huh), shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (yee+haw)
i told her racist ass dad that she f+cked a n+ (yee+haw)
i also told ’em that it’s been my pleasure f+ckin’ with her (yee+haw, yeah, yeah, yeah)
she said she wanna have my d+ck for dinner (uh)
i’ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)
grandma if you listenin’, i’m sorry i’m a sinner (uh)
god ain’t done with me yet, give him a couple winters
uh, just became a winner (ayy, ayy)
they wasn’t f+ckin’ me when my pockets was hurtin’ (uh)
now i get to pick ’em out, freaky and nerdy (uh+huh)
you should take your girl to the dentist or somethin’ (uh)
’cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon’ be hurtin’ (suck it, ouch)
[verse 3: str burst & juice wrld]
unknown but not forgotten
b+tch i’m here, like ispy i’ll get you spottin [ha]
rockin ktm drip i’m to fly [no cap]
what? won’t give you some, not until the day i die [no dice b+tch]
f+ck!
rock with all these hoes i’m portal hoppin
call me rick and morty, [baow] headshot got you stoppin
me and juice up here and we above everybody
juice drivin, but you know i called that shotty
this ktm drip to saucy
like i’m at work i be getting to bossy
cooking up the pasta,that’s the only beef i need
like a game of halo, this ain’t it chief, now get me some mead

[outro: juice wrld & $tr burst]
d+mn juice, we really k!lled them
i don’t think we could’ve gone any harder
whatchu think?
i think you right burst
we k!lled this whole sh+t like we the mafia
you still rockin that ktm drip? [echo’s out]

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