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letra de fell in love - juice wrld

[chorus]
i fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
f-ck the bank ’til the guap came
i fell in love with that b-tch, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t love the same thing
i fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
f-ck the bank ’til the guap came (h-ll yeah)
i fell in love with her p-ssy, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t like the same things
uh

[verse 1]
ain’t no timberland, i boot it up, (yeah, ayy)
one second, it’s leave me ‘lone
then, i don’t want to be alone
yeah, i want you to leave me ‘lone
i feel like a boss, b-tch, you’re fired, you laid off
a k!ller at heart, b-tch, i feel like i’m adolf
in the cut, my ak on me, i’m goin let it off
don’t believe me try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, i get it off
its got a .45 b-tch, yeah
with a .9 b-tch, you know you ain’t my b-tch
you’s a sidekick, you know you ain’t my b-tch
you’s a sidekick, i still make her ride it like a bike
i get ghost up in that ghost, huh
yeah, i do the most
brag up on ’em, and i boast, yeah
pop a bottle, pop a model, same thing in my eyes
run up on me, .40 on me, leave you traumatized
yeah yeah, ay
[chorus]
i fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
f-ck the bank ’til the guap came
i fell in love with that b-tch, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t love the same thing
i fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
f-ck the bank ’til the guap came (h-ll yeah)
i fell in love with her p-ssy, she love cocaine
too bad we don’t like the same things
uh

[verse 2]
catch a body gang, that’s what we about, yeah, ayy
off the molly gang, at your b-tch house, uh, ayy
got the whole gang at your b-tch house, uh, ayy
did our whole thing at your b-tch house, yeah
i ain’t never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh
.40 on me, yeah, i smack it, uh, huh, huh
told you i ain’t with the lacking, uh, huh, huh
yeah, i be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh
yeah, i go through these phases, it’s amazing, this b-tch drive me crazy, like mercedes
crash the mercedes, smash your lady
on the daily, f-ck n-gga don’t play me
f-ck n-gga i play for keeps, on the scene i spray then leave, these n-ggas won’t let me be, these n-ggas won’t let me breathe, run up on me i make em bleed, got a gun on my hip fall back, got a choppa in the trunk fall back, ayy

- juice wrld

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