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letra de GTA - Juice WRLD

[intro]
one hit
feel like i hit the lotto (lotto)
could f-ck your mom, though
rollie on me, cost a car note (ring)
pull up on the scene like a car show (skrrt)
b-tch tried to scan like a barcode (yeah)
you’re like nemo, he a grinch that stole [?] (skrt, yeah)

[chorus]
fresh to death, halo (huh)
codeine in my fuego (ya dig, huh)
bad lil’ b-tch, h-llo (ya dig, huh)
well, talk to em’, yello (hey, huh)
backwoods, cigarillos (yeah)
i smoke a zip of gelato (dope, yeah)
fendis cost your car note (cash)
that’s a monte carlo (skrt skrt)
feel like i hit the lotto (ring)
guns like grand theft auto (grra)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
brick like i’m el chapo (bricks, ya dig?)
feel like i hit the lotto (ring)
guns like grand theft auto (skrt, yeah)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
bricks like i’m el chapo (bricks bricks, ya dig?)

[verse 1]
i’ma gon’ f-ck yo’ b-tch, send her back over there, yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
vvs on my wrist, it look like a solar flare, yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
shoot a f-ck n-gg- in the face, what, huh, like i don’t care, yeah (blaow blaow, gra)
got yo’ b-tch walkin’ in dior underwear, yeah, yeah (lil’ hoe)
had to put drip on her (yeah)
she top me up, ain’t wanna f-ck, she had a fish odor (top)
diamonds so big on my wrists, b-tch like a wrist boulder (like a wrist)
she gon’ f-ck me first, why? because my wrist colder (freeze freeze freeze)
ring around the rosie, pocket full of dead pres’
on my wrist a rollie, try to take it you a dead man (shine, drop)
yo’ lil’ b-tch a troph’, i’m just tryna f-ck her (shine, yeah)
you be tryna c-ck block, you should be a goalie

[chorus]
fresh to death, halo
codeine in my fuego (yeah)
bad lil’ b-tch, h-llo (ring)
well, talk to em’, yello (yeah)
backwoods, cigarillos (smoke, yeah)
i smoke a zip of gelato (zip, yeah)
fendis cost your car note (cash)
that’s a monte carlo (skrt skrt skrt)
feel like i hit the lotto (ring)
guns like grand theft auto (grra)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
bricks like i’m el chapo (bricks)
feel like i hit the lotto (yeah, ring)
guns like grand theft auto (yeah, skrt)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
bricks like i’m el chapo (bricks bricks bricks, ya dig?)

[verse 2]
no verse; open verse

[chorus]
fresh to death, halo
codeine in my fuego
bad lil’ b-tch, h-llo
well, talk to em’, yello
backwoods, cigarillos (yeah)
i smoke a zip of gelato (yeah)
fendis cost your car note (cash)
that’s a monte carlo (skrt skrt)
feel like i hit the lotto (ring)
guns like grand theft auto (grra)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
brick like i’m el chapo (bricks)
feel like i hit the lotto (ring)
guns like grand theft auto (skrrt)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
brick like i’m el chapo (bricks, ya dig?)

- juice wrld

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