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letra de lose it - iberedem

(hook: iberedem)
gimme the juice, gimme the juice, gimme the juice b-tch, gimme the juice
i’m in the booth, i’m in the booth b-tch
gimme the juice
i need to win (i need to win win)
gimme the juice
i need to win (i need to win win win win)
f-ck n-ggas is losing
hop in the booth (hop in the booth booth booth booth)
yeah finna go stupid
jump on a track (jump on a track track track track)
i’m ready to lose it
i got a tool (and it go pop pop pop pop)
yeah i’m ready to lose it

(verse 1: balleh)
lose? we ain’t ever gonna lose, we getting to choose
lose? we ain’t ever gonna lose, we hop on the snooze uh
i hop on this beat i be k!lling it, n-ggas who rap they be sick at it uh
n-ggas be chatting they trash, n-ggas be chatting they cap uh uh
none of these n-ggas know nothing about drip, they be chatting they wazz
all of they dressing they looking so f-ck’ in and out sick, i be lighting the gas
all my b-tches be shaking their ass
we spraying these bands, they like how we act uh
hundred of stacks in my hands, these b-tches be loving we spraying these bands uh
(hook: iberedem)
gimme the juice, gimme the juice, gimme the juice b-tch, gimme the juice
i’m in the booth, i’m in the booth b-tch
gimme the juice
i need to win (i need to win win)
gimme the juice
i need to win (i need to win win win win)
f-ck n-ggas is losing
hop in the booth (hop in the booth booth booth booth)
yeah finna go stupid
jump on a track (jump on a track track track track)
i’m ready to lose it
i got a tool (and it go pop pop pop pop)
yeah i’m ready to lose it

(verse 2: apazon)
i’m ready to lose it
i’m ready to lose it
ready to lose it yeah
you cannot do it like me
i do not do this for free
don’t make a sound if i come around you know i’m clapping them cheeks
all of my n-ggas gon eat
talking that cheddar cheese
i’m too sick might sneeze
gotta phone home e.t
he on that gas can you feel the breeze
think you owe the world a couple hundred trees
this sh-t is serious i’m bout my p’s
so no second chances, ain’t no please
you ain’t got no cheese like you lactose intolerant
show me a n-gga that i am not hotter than (uh yeah)
i cannot move
you can not moonwalk a mile in my shoes
(verse 3: iberedem)
you cannot moonwalk a mile in my shoes (you can’t)
you cannot walk just a mile in my feet (on god)
look at your girl, she looking at me
i’m looking at her, i just wanna beat
so maybe i do it (smash)
i take her to my hotel room, she was on it but biting and chewing
ouch b-tch, ow b-tch, ouch, get out b-tch
okay after the head it’s some robbery sh-t
i can’t be caught with no ordinary b-tch
pull out the wallet and take all her money
oh, you thought you was getting this d-ck?
oh no like nah, nah, nah, nah
you in the ghetto like (ratatata) ratatata

- iberedem

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