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letra de i got a problem (freestyle) - juice wrld

(juice wrld: freestyle)
and i quote, i’m with n-gga’s doing the most
pop and tote
pull up, ima blow at his skull
don’t you know?
i f-ck witcha music bro
i freestyle, watch me kick this sh-t off the dome
burberry around my neck
with this frozone (?)
i rather see the world cause’ this sh-t so (?easy?)
i seen angel’s from different angles, demon’s
and b-tches keep thinking about swallowing s-m-n
i don’t really understand it
but i dont give a f-ck
at the trump tower, racist b-tches giving shoulder rubs
i’m drinking lean till i’m throwing up
i throw a purple, then i pour up more purple, gots me pourin’ up
i got a problem with drugs
i got a problem with love
i got a problem with plug’s
i got a problem with thug’s
that think thеy is the best
they from thе other block across town, we gone catch them
an send they ass to heaven
on stretchers, body bag em, toe tag em
ain’t straight, they some f-ggots
god d-mnit
i’m on top of my flow
i feel like drake through the six with my woes, i go
i’m from the eastside, chicago
we down to let them things pop
b-tches wanna suck on my d-ck just like a ring pop
i don’t got time for it, getting to the guap, stop
i’m top notch with these flow, and i don’t jot
down no murder’s, it’s off the top, how i drop (haha)
all these flow’s, (what the f-ck!) you know what’s up
i get big, just like the rock flexin on these dumb n-gg’s
uhm
that’s that beat like water, abracadabra i rap like h potta
harry with the magic, make he’s ass disappear
bullin’ back like a red coat. screaming out “paul revere is a b-tch”
i’m getting cash all day, i stack it and make it flip
if i go broke it’s back to selling pound’s and sellin’ bricks
and if you got a problem wit me
my choppa will get to f-cking n-gga’s like it came out from (?taliban?)
ima k!lla’ you know it, i got away with these words
joey i feel like a poent
and it’s tatted on me, triple 9 that’s what i’m going
that’s how i’m flowin’
that’s what i’m throwin’
and ever show i get the cash and leave, i love my fans
i look at benjiman franklin like i love my bands
i look at my girl and she like “d-mn i love my man”
i love her more then ever i do that without sayin’
i get on my knee’s everyday and pray to god, that my family stay safe
everytime even when they tote that .45
i know its a couple p-ssy n-gga’s that derserve nine shots
but we gon shoot they ass 40 times
transform like im optimus, word the prime, speaking of prime
i’m in mine, this the perfect time
i’m a [?] here
joey you raw, i’m raw we should rap and you know it
gang
(haha, hahaha, what the f-f-ck)

- juice wrld

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