letra de 24 hours (world is ours) - juice wrld
[intro]
aye
[chours]
watch how they flock to the kid
pill pop, nauseous again
mama said i was born to win
okay cool bool, i’ma get it in
okay cool bool, i’ma get it in
secure the bag, yeah, i’ll go get it then
on yo ass, yeah, pull up with the tints
f-ck n-gga don’t tempt me
make ’em take off like a ten speed
big ol’ gun in the fendi
[verse 1]
hands up, b-tch this a stick up
look up, my car like a sp-ceship
smokin’ cookie bought ’em by the cases
this dior on my feet ain’t no k-swiss
my lil’ n-ggas are demons in training
shoot a f-ck n-gga in the head
head shots, head shots, no legs
i just want some head
burberry on the bed (ya dig?)
it cost to live how i livе
i’m tryna roll off an e
have your little b-tch swallow my kids
off the molly feel likе lil’ bill
lord knows i love my pills
lord knows i love my thrills, and clothes
i got kicks like im fifa
cracking cards and hoes, a bad b-tch on a visa
ain’t no boxing, ho, got my hand on my heater
big ass choppa knockin’
bullet hole in your noggin
f-ck ass n-gga stop floggin
you know you don’t got it, you know you don’t got it
you know that you n-ggas don’t got it
and if i don’t got it i’m finna go get it and flip that sh-t just for some profit, yeah
just for some profit
anything for the dollars, yeah, even shooting your father
[bridge]
ooh oh, let these f-ck n-ggas know
oh, i’m down to go, i’m on go, i’m on go
[verse 2]
d-mn, sippin’ fours got me slow, yeah
f-ck your ho after my show, yeah
she in love with the g-l-o, glo, glo
taking a downer, f-cking your b-tch ’bout to drown in her
i get the money profoundly
count it up, count it up, bounce
throw it on her ass she bounce it
put it on the counter she count it
i didn’t even need to count it
i’m havin’ rich n-gga problems
we got your business surrounded
i’m in the club with a .40 i told you i don’t need a bouncer
f-ckin’ that b-tch from the back through the zipper ain’t take off my trousers
off of a percocet 30 and 10 i can f-ck for an hour, hour, hour, hour, hour (24 hours)
this world is ours, you just livin’ in it
i been had the drip, you n-ggas just getting to get it
i get it get it, jesse white i’m finna flip it, flip it
i f-ck that b-tch in a minute minute
i f-ck that b-tch for a minute minute
[chours]
watch how they flock to the kid
pill pop, nauseous again
mama said i was born to win
okay cool bool, i’ma get it in
okay cool bool, i’ma get it in
secure the bag, yeah, i’ll go get it then
on yo ass, yeah, pull up with the tints
f-ck n-gga don’t tempt me
make ’em take off like a ten speed
big ol’ gun in the fendi
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