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letra de biscotti in the air (bad vibes) - juice wrld

[intro]
hm, yeah, this n-gga crazy
bae, say somethin’ on the mic
b-tch i’m high as f-ck
b-tch, smokin cookie crisp, stupid b-tch
f-ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits, all that sh-t

[chorus]
f-ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh yeah)
i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b-tch (oh yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (oh yeah)
young rich n-ggas, we rare (uh-huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh-huh)
louis v underwear (uh-huh)
vvs solar flare (uh-huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh-huh)
designer i wear (uh-huh)
bad vibes over there (uh-huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

[verse 1]
whole lotta gang sh-t (yea)
kel-tec go bang (bang bang)
huh, bust all they brains
icе on my wrist and baguettes to the namе (yeah) this is the glizzies that run to the bank, pull up truck (pull out)
kel-tec tucked in the backseat (pull out)
f-ck n-gga run like a track meet (pull out)
pop out, aimed at him
knockdown, i’m up at the top now
turn up the music yea, rock out
i need f-ll-tio, my c-ck out
i don’t trust you hoes, still got my glock out
i used to stay two doors down…
from a crackhouse, two years later i was workin in the crackhouse
n-gga run in gun twerkin in the crackhouse (brr brr brr) i’m smokin extendos.. and whiteouts
truey jeans and timbos yeah
my shirt collar polo yeah
from tj max for the low yeah
came a long way from those days
if i could go back there i would go there
cuz i had all my bros there
(never mind i don’t wanna go there)
[chorus]
f-ck your glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh yeah)
i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b-tch (oh yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (oh yeah)
young rich n-ggas, we rare (uh-huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh-huh)
louis v underwear (uh-huh)
vvs solar flare (uh-huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh-huh)
designer i wear (uh-huh)
bad vibes over there (uh-huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

[verse 2]
i’m surfin on a wave, numbing all the pain
novocain with the perks… ugh
i’m out my body, beam me up scotti
i ain’t coming back to earth.. (uh huh)
without that molly best believe he ain’t gon k!ll n0body.. my n-gga don’t need no money
if i told them they’d k!ll somebody (ptth ptth ptth)
oh yeah n-gga what’s good
four of my n-ggas running through yo hood
(prtththth) oh yeah wish you would..
who do you think you are young suge?
(f-ck) yeah.. gettin ‘em good
leavin ‘em layin on the front porch
like his house haunted (tell ya)
roll up woods.. pour up mud, let’s get stuck
where all the real ones go?
we the only real ones (for real)
stay in yo place, get in the way
we gon k!ll some (that’s for real)
i miss my dawg.. let me fall, make him feel us.. don’t stop till we see blood
make him feel the real ones..
(baow baow baow)
pain in they veins bullets tear
leave a stain from the pain in our brains
when they took, when i ganggg
now the days ain’t the same
make me wanna scream out they names
no reply so we gettin high plotting from the other side (ugh ugh baow)
[chorus]
f-ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh yeah)
i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b-tch (oh yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (oh yeah)
young rich n-ggas, we rare (uh-huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh-huh)
louis v underwear (uh-huh)
vvs solar flare (uh-huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh-huh)
designer i wear (uh-huh)
bad vibes over there (uh-huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

- juice wrld

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