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letra de ha ha ha - juice wrld

[intro]
oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
racks in
racks in
uh, yeah, uh, one (racks in)
i’ma try to one take this b-tch, uh, uh
let’s go

[chorus]
uh, racks off (let’s go, racks off)
uh, racks in (racks in)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (about ten, yeah)
racks off (uh)
uh, cha-ching, racks in (racks in)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (about ten, yeah)
uh, new b-tch, uh, uh, new benz (uh, uh)
uh, left her old friends, got some new friends
guess what i did, i f-cked on her new friends
guess where i did it, in the back of my benz (for real), ha, ha, ha, ha

[verse 1]
chopper go gra gra, got money like yeah, yeah
shout to them k!llers over eastbound or rock block
swerving ’round with my ten bands back, just watch
f-ck it though it’s fifty in my pocket (uh)
a hunnid in my wallet (yeah)
run up on me then i’ll pop it
your b-tch on my line, i just might take her shoppin’
oops, i ain’t buyin’ nothin’ (haha)
yeah, but she could watch me, buy a whole new closet
elliate and johnny dang, i ain’t with the icebox rocks (gling)
n-gga we got h-lla range, you know it’s a beam on the glock
i done been through h-lla things, i ain’t goin’ back, no, no
they call me a big shot, i make more than your job
n-gga you suck like bl-wj-b
your ho give me a bl-wj-b
they heard your sh-t, they said it’s weak but juice wrld sh-t go so hard
yeah, try me if you want, 150 in your lawn
homi if you want, n-gga, we bear armed
[chorus]
uh, racks off (let’s go, racks off)
uh, racks in (racks in)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (about ten, yeah)
racks off (uh)
uh, cha-ching, racks in (racks in)
uh, saks fifth, i just spent about ten (about ten, yeah)
uh, new b-tch, uh, uh, new benz (uh, uh)
uh, left her old friends, got some new friends
guess what i did, i f-cked on her new friends (what else?)
guess where i did it, in the back of my benz (for real), ha, ha, ha, ha

[verse 2]
guess what i did? what?
guess where i live? where?
in the chi where n-ggas come to die, yeah
guess what we shoot? guns
guess what you shoot? flares
i know you ain’t ’bout that life, yeah, yeah
love it when your momma suck me right, yeah, yeah
but i love her more when she buy crack for her pipe, yeah, yeah
love it when your b-tch f-ck me right, yeah, yeah
so i know you hate it when you kiss her at night, yeah, yeah

- juice wrld

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