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letra de fire in the booth pt 1 - juice wrld

hit-boy (uh)
“oh, it’s a hit-boy joint, huh?”
g. ry got me
“yeah, okay, huh, okay, uh, okay, uh, okay, hm.”
onyx, ooh

[verse: juice wrld]
baby, i’m stuck in my ways
it’s been a couple of days
i could f-ck you for days
guess i’m stuck in my ways
yes, i’m young and i’m paid
so they hearts getting slayed
i’m a rebel, i’m a rockstar, take it to the grave, uh
molly at the rave, yes i misbehave, uh huh
molly at the rave, yes i misbehave, uh huh
i’m gon’ do the dash on my dirt bike, f-ck a wraith
everybody the same color to me, i’m screaming “f-ck a race!”
anybody want a problem with me, they gon’ get erased
my pencil, ayy
i got the life pencil, erase yo ass away
listen to the way i spit on it, huh
look at this beat, i’ma get on it, huh
no hip-hop but i’ma spit on it, huh
your girl said she gon’ spit on it, huh
that n-gga don’t got sh-t on me, huh
that n-gga fake, that n-gga hate
b-tch, i am givenchy, he abercrombie, it’s a difference that i make
all the money that i make is mine, just won’t a n-gga ever take
i don’t really never take my time, especially when i be spitting lines
this is off the dome when i hit it
freestyle, i ain’t rippin’ the written
beat the p-ssy, i don’t f-ck with the kitten
in the cut probably holdin’ a smith &
that’s cupid, tryna make me shuffle like cupid
no nike, but i just do it
juice wrld, triple 9, that’s a movement
yeah, molly at the rave, i misbehave
hm, molly at the rave, i’m gon’ misbehave
freestyle a song on the radio, d-mn near everyday
ayy, molly at the rave, i’m gon’ misbehave
see, it’s me and charlie, we in the party
i’m feeling gnarly, i’m off a percy, mixed with the molly
if she want a train, i’ll call a trolly
i get it popping
i’m tony hawk and i feel like a ollie
but i’m on a beat like a d-mn kamikaze
i’m a rockstar, black sabbath, no ozzy
pull up in a mazi, n-gga can’t stop me
knock ’em out like rocky
i’m young and rich and humble dream when i ain’t too c-cky
but sh-t, muck around with my hand on my c-ck
gun to the opps, run up get popped
i’m at the gucci shop, buy what i want, yeah
cause i deserve it, my flow is perfect (perfect)
there’s snakes in the grass, with my john deer help me see the serpents
god gave me the sermon, he told me i earned it
i’m looking at the bridges that i’m tryna rebuild
should’ve never burned ’em
that’s life, it’s trial and error, n-ggas is full of mistakes
i’m eating so good that i had to put vvs’s on my plate
i’m working out my problems, my demons ain’t in good shape
but i’m in better shape
boxing the devil, like d-mn he didn’t know i was a heavyweight
(he’s heating up)
but still misbehave
molly at the rave, still misbehave
chains ’round my neck, i told you, i ain’t finna be no slave
put that on my grave
molly at the rave, misbehave

- juice wrld

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