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[intro: juice wrld]
uh
lyft on a b-tch, finna walk when they sniffin’ a brick
i f-cked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
i f-cked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
yeah

[chorus: juice wrld]
i f-cked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
and ’til this day, that lil’ b-tch know all my songs
my choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
these n-ggas square like madison, oh
i ball out like madison, oh
fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
i’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
used to take five xans to the face in the morning
now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
stopped taking percs, my stomach burnin’
may take a half when i hit it from the back
i’ma bеat the sh-t up like ike-y turnеr
check that b-tch like she got nike on her

[verse 1: juice wrld]
look at my wrist, it dance
look at your b-tch, she dance too
look at me, i’m the man
percocets, don’t do xans, boo
run up on me, i blam
i got my head on my ham, ooh
run up on me, i blam
i got my hand on my hammer
you swipe like a credit card scammer
bad b-tch, yeah, i know she a scammer
f-cked the b-tch, then i’m out of the jammer
dunk on a b-tch, nba, i’m jammin’
bad b-tch from the back, i’m crammin’
her p-ssy like wonderland
gold on her body like wonder woman
fly in that b-tch, i’m wonder man
[verse 2: trippie redd]
sl!ck back, lil’ b-tch, like a perm
she on the d-ck, do the worm
can’t take the d-ck, she gon’ squirt
f-ckin’ that b-tch ’til she hurt
usin’ a condom won’t burn
i’m in this ‘rari, i swerve
smokin’ on all of this herb
i feel like i’m leavin’ earth
i keep a .30, no perc
boom, boom, boom
blow a b-tch down, it’s gon’ hurt
all that bullsh-t for the birds
kick that sh-t right to the curb
i keep that drink like a clerk
dealin’ with pain, i deserve
two times that 33 third
.223’s and they berserk
i get that check on the first
i get that check on the second
and i get that check on the third
beefin’ with me, get you murked
lookin’ for me, better search
i just been givin’ them h-ll
my brother whippin’ them bales
he do that sh-t by his self
i did this sh-t by myself
256, that’s a deal
swerving in this ‘rari and this b-tch is all black, yeah
hanging with them plugs, talking down and you get zapped, yeah
all that bullsh-t that they talkin’ is big cap, yeah
i’m talkin’ real sh-t, that trill sh-t, no cap, yeah
real rap, yeah, had to bring it back, yeah
1400, 800, n-gga, them big facts, yeah
[chorus: juice wrld]
i f-cked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
and ’til this day, that lil’ b-tch know all my songs
my choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
these n-ggas square like madison, oh
i ball out like madison, oh
fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
i’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
used to take five xans to the face in the morning
now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
stopped taking percs, my stomach burnin’
may take a half when i hit it from the back
i’ma beat the sh-t up like ike-y turner
check that b-tch like she got nike on her

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
whole team can go to war (yeah)
i can make you lose your wh0re (yeah)
i can k!ll you ‘fore you’re born (grrah)
i might call that abort’ (a what?)
see, i’m a dog, only give b-tches my bone (ayy, yeah)
don’t care what you’re thinkin’ but i want that dome (ayy, yeah)
did this sh-t all on my own (aw, yeah)
man i got ten phones, don’t call my phone (oh, yeah)
she a super freak (freak, freak, freak)
that’s your b-tch, n-gga that’s my ho (woah)
red bottoms, yeah they match your nose
we all got it from the b-tch, say crow (oh, yeah)
know i got my pole
pull out two thirty clips, fillin’ out a 60 row (oh)
she don’t really know
switch that girl out with my bro (oh)
yeah we call that pick and roll
this my glizzy glizzy flow, oh
my ho rock dior and fendi (i’m so sorry)
i rock margiela with ricky
that girl, yeah she call me daddy, used to call me mo
[chorus: juice wrld]
i f-cked that b-tch in the back with the burberry on
and ’til this day, that lil’ b-tch know all my songs
my choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
these n-ggas square like madison, oh
i ball out like madison, oh
fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
i’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
used to take five xans to the face in the morning
now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
stopped taking percs, my stomach burnin’
may take a half when i hit it from the back
i’ma beat the sh-t up like ike-y turner
check that b-tch like she got nike on her

- a luvs wrld team

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