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letra de just a fan - juice wrld

she told me that she was just a fan
she love all the boys in the band
me, i’m just a boy with the bands
pull up in that toy with my friends
i been on the percocets again
can’t n0body save me from them
guess i’m going crazy again
guess i’m going crazy again

double cup when i wake up, actavis a life-taker
probably meetin’ my maker, smokin’ exotic flavors
if i tote the shotty, i’ma blow the shotty
then i walk around like i don’t know n0body
upstairs, groupies waitin’ in the lobby
got a girlfriend, sorry, i ain’t sorry
i ain’t come to kick it, with any of these b-tches
see money i been gettin’
i f-ck up a check, let it blow in the wind
b-tch, check my quota, i’m bigger and bolder
and better than all of these n-ggas that’s buzzin’
if it’s a problem, my n-ggas will clutch it
pretty n-ggas still shoot up the function
top of the line, i got my hand on my nine
b-tch, i’ma die about mine
i was told life was about elevations
just pick you a ladder, and start-up the climb
can’t be afraid to take risk after risk
gamble chip after chip, tryna stay on the grind
was in the kitchen, cooked grits, but they weren’t really grits
they were bricks, mom, i’m sorry i lied
i can make it up to you this time
brought my mom a car, she listen to my sh-t while she drives
i owe her the world, send disrespect her way, you gotta die
feel the same way about my girl
them diamonds, make ‘em twinkle like her eyes
it’s one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it

breakin’ pills down, i can’t help it , it’s a habit now
piped the f-ck up, turnt the f-ck up
promise ain’t no comin’ down
you get burnt the f-ck up, choppers on us
if you came to f-ck around
look for your mom, she in town
givin’ head for some brown
i’m a dog off the leash
b-tch, i bite, i don’t growl
i don’t bark, i’m in silence, i’ma shoot up the crowd
if he want smoke, give him cancer
i’m gon’ blow him down
he ain’t know it was a problem
then i bet he knows it’s a problem now
i came from the trenches, was plottin’ on riches, i made it, i did it
i’m shining on all of these n-ggas that said that i wouldn’t be sh-t
i was sh-tting on them ever since i was in it
don’t f-ck with the rémy, the henny, need none of that
i pour the codeine, i sip, ain’t no comin’ back
you caught a play, i’ma act like a quarterback
got a hundred in cash, i do not need a quarter back
it’s one thing to talk about it, another thing to do it

- juice wrld

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