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letra de 6 kiss - juice wrld

[intro: juice wrld]
oh, oh
pourin’ up fours, mud in my cup
won’t look at the past, it’s behind us
fallin’ in a bottomless pit, find us
life is a purge, sound of the sirens

[verse 1: juice wrld]
do whatever i want, don’t give a f-ck, live my life, uh-huh, uh-huh
i got your wife, she my sl-t, she take nut, uh-huh, uh-huh
and i don’t walk sh-t at all, i’m on the money run
i don’t got no opps, they stay inside ’cause they scared of my guns
your b-tch said she want a real one, i told her, “come and find one”
it’s funny how you p-ssy, but you never been inside one
ayy, these dumb-ass, virgin-ass n-ggas mad
they run when they see the gun in my hand
bullets like twitter, they follow them

[verse 2: ynw melly]
nut, my kids, she swallow them, ooh, yeah, she swallow them
boy, your chain ain’t solid gold
your jeweler finessed, he hollowed them (yeah)
these n-ggas say they wit’ it, uh, we gon’ harry potter him (p-ssy b-tch)
make that lil’ b-tch disappear (woo), got vvs’s in my ear
ooh-ooh-ooh, a chandelier, they shinin’ on your b-tch
we fl!ck these hoes wanna f-ck, ’cause i’m so freaky-deaky and your b-tch gon’ eat me
you know that we k!llin’ these f-ck n-ggas
h-ll nah, ain’t no throwin’ no white flag
h-ll nah, p-ssy boy, we don’t buy that
p-ssy n-gga, pull up on him and bite that, uh
hundred thirty k on a cuban link, ayy
shawty wanna f-ck, suck the d-ck and be my bae, ayy (uh)
chillin’ on that couch, f-ck your b-tch in her mouth
catch a n-gga slippin’, put it in his f-cking house (slatt)
[outro: ynw melly]
i ain’t with the talkin’, i ain’t with the talkin’ (oh-oh-oh)
he dead, payin’ for the funeral, put the p-ssy n-gga in a coffin (oh-oh-oh)
he red, n-gga say he bleedin’, he red, he red (oh)
i’m k!llin’ everybody instead (bah)

- juice wrld

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