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letra de juice wrld - einer bankz freestyle - juice wrld

(verse 1)
b-tch you my favorite
lucid dreams eight times platinum on the playlist
she like “you took a heart then you gave it back cause f-ck is you sayin”
(rhyme the whole way)
rhyme the whole way
rhyme the whole way
thirty in the forty pull it out and make a p-ssy put his gun away (away)
forty pull it out and make a n-gga put his gun away
yeah, yeah, yeah
the master of that, they call us the masters of rap
they call me the master of rock
i know b-tch, you really need to stop
bad b-tch prolly’ sucking on my c-ck
good music, turn it up a notch
good weed, we roll it up to pot
bad hoes wanna pull up to the spot
i know, but you gotta let go
my homie f-cks, you fell in love
b-tch you gotta’ let go
b-tch we gotta’ [?]
f-ck her, she got to go
put my d-ck in your hoe, i ain’t say so
i’ma let him pass, go ahead, go ahead pass
aw, they ain’t even catch nothing
choppa’ hit yo’ head like a snapback
i said one thing n-gga, they giving me backlash
hoes wanna be hoes, cool that’s facts
uh, uh, uh, uh
(verse 2: juice wrld & ski mask the slump god)
run away, baby can you run away (baby)
run away, feelin’ like kanye (baby)
i’m high for days, (runaway) percs’ on the way
sippin’ activist, like d-mn i can’t afford to do that
b-tch i’m too paid (runaway), me and ski, we on the race (runaway)
evil twins everyday, i’m getting cash this a race, (runaway) ay
this a death race, look at this, this my death face (runaway)
it’s breaking bad, [?] , that’s that crystal meth taste
trap whip it, serving fiends
i’m gettin’ rich the green
it’s what i’m runnin’ and you seen
life ain’t sh-t but a f-ckin’ scene
i know ski’s like a, b, c
i’m sicker than a case of std’s
yo’ b-tch got wet off my ap3’s
she said lucid dreams gave her the heepy jeeps (my flow away)
my flow make you run away, i got a four thang, with a third thing, put your gun away

(verse 3)
big f, it hit yo’ face like f-ck that
big ass choppa’ n-gga get the f-ck back
your b-tch got a fat p-ssy, i mean f-ck that
even lil wayne couldn’t teach you how to love that
wheres the drugs at, wheres the plug at, wheres the love at
wheres the love at
i’m goin’ right now, wheres the drugs at, where the plug at
where the love at
i get so high my eyes roll back
and i see the devil standing by my brain
i say “what are you doing here” he say “i’ll be yo’ friend since [?]”
it was insane
they wonder how i come up with this sh-t, i come up with i don’t know
they like “d-mn juice so talented he must of sold his soul”
nah, my soul is in my pocket, and i ain’t sell it dumbass
i took it to an auction
(verse 4)
yeah, switch that sh-t up (switch it up)
they call me the freestyle king
how to freestyle like me
cubeman checking on key
the shoe was a lil’ pricey (pricey)
i know you see the shoe nike (i see)
off-white tryna’ get like me (i see)
b-tch you wanna be wifey (double see)
lil yachty i one nightie (nightie)
pull up on the scene like “eeh” (like e)
or cling with that b-tch, i pee (eeh)
yeah i’m ignorant, big sh-t, who give a f-ck about me (oke-eh)
wait, the whole world care about me
wait, your girl still care about me (mhm)
you unaware she in her underwear runnin’ round me
i run in town, bartender i’m servin’ no round (waddup)
i hit ski up like “ay, lets roll up a pound”
ay, ay
me and me, me and my security guard
he in the light, robbin’ big, kickflip then i hit his jig
ay, calling out tricks, i do it again (then do it again)
look at that n-gga, thats locka films (haha)
i get cash, i do the dash, yeah
shout out to, uh, inscope, shoutout to dash
yeah, i got the cash, i may invest in the bag
run up on me you get hit that choppa’ got legs like i’m playing tag
i’m rolling up backwoods, i leave his body in the backwoods
i’m in my zone yo’ yeah, no good
i’m so gone, ain’t no coming back
you looking for me, prolly’ puttin’ d-ck where your momma at
(what the f-ck)
(verse 5)
it’s a president, like what the f-ck is obama back
ak on my back n-gga like what the f-ck is osama back
leave his ass in the oceans, swimmin’ next to osama man
all i know bustin’ my choppa’ get to blowin’
like a ceiling fan you silly, i get to [?]
homeless really like meek milly, like i came from philly’
but i’ma shinetown, n-gga you silly
ay, (this n-gga is f-ckin’ shenanigans) you drop
that’s cool, that type of sh-t [?], yeah

(verse 6)
look, i don’t stop
they gon’ watch
your b-tch on my big c-ck
so just watch out as i tote this glock, shoot yo’ top
give a f-ck about a thot
if you believe me or not
should’ve never came to a young n-gga spot
see finessed out the top
now you mad, yeah you high
that you can’t stay around, but you gotta just dash
hoe you ain’t sh-t at all, got a girl at the crib
i’m not cheating on her cause’ she know where you live
she prolly’ pull up to your crib and shoot yo’ ass in the face
then shoot me in the face
for even not giving you sp-ce
i may slap you in yo’ face, i swear this sh-t just like mace
yeah, i’m from chicago i dropped the race i’m young g.t.k

- juice wrld

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