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letra de ktm drip - juice wrld

[intro]
perc’ me in (uh), let me in (woah)
how the f-ck you hatin’ outside the club? (woah)
drugs knockin’ at my door
need to let me in (need to let me in, woah)
you can’t even get in
f-ck, yeah, uh

[chorus]
pills knockin’ at my door, i’m finna let ’em in (yeah)
ballin’ hard, feel like d rose, i need a letterman (yeah)
i can’t f-ck that b-tch if she don’t give me her consent (yeah)
half of these hoes don’t even give me erection (they don’t get me hard)
if you with that sh-t, then up your gat, let it split, oh (yeah, yeah)
i know n-ggas bangin’ they flags like confederate, oh (slatt)
brand new house, it’s on the hills, just got the settlements off (rich)
lately, i been ridin’ dirt bikes, g-money told me, “don’t fall off” (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)

[verse 1]
that two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)
she sucked me up in my g-wagon, no tints, oh
i see all through the shade, ain’t no tints, oh
pull up in that beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)
i heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)
i know that b-tch shakin’ ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)
i’m takin’ ws and her wins low (yeah, yeah)
i order b-tches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah
took that b-tch to miami (what?), just to have a threesome (yeah)
i got bad b-tches on deck, do you need one?
matter of fact, i got so many hoes
i’ll sell you one, you can keep one
that b-tch don’t need me, that lil’ ho need jesus, ayy
vvs on my wrist, ain’t get no jesus pieces, ayy
need me a chocolate thing, ain’t talkin’ reese’s pieces, ayy
i don’t f-ck with none of these n-ggas like i’m racist, ayy (yeah)
my songs on that bad b-tch playlist (yeah)
[chorus]
pills knockin’ at my door, i’m finna let ’em in (yeah, yeah)
ballin’ hard, feel like d rose, i need a letterman (yee-haw)
i can’t f-ck that b-tch if she don’t give me her consent (yee-haw)
half of these hoes don’t even give me erection (yeah, yeah)
if you with that sh-t, then up your gat, let it split, oh (grrah, grrah)
i know n-ggas bangin’ they flags like confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)
brand new house, it’s on the hills, just got the settlements off
lately, i been ridin’ dirt bikes, g-money told me, “don’t fall off”

[verse 2]
i been on my ktm drip, hopefully i don’t fall off (yeah, skrrt)
in the desert, on a dirt bike, with an ar, lettin’ it all off (tu-tu-tu-tu, grrah)
my lil’ b-tch’ll set you up, yeah, she a dog (she a dog)
get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your b-lls off (pause)
she come back home, tell me you dead, my d-ck is in her jaw (uh-huh)
i could never end up like my dad, i’m too much of a boss (uh-huh)
oxycodone all up in my hand, i’m scratchin’ through the walls (uh-huh)
high as h-ll on my phone, groupies tryna’ get in my drawers (woah)
foreign b-tch up in my snapchat showin’ ass (what else?)
i know she don’t love me for real, she just want the bag (what the f-ck else?)
she gon’ do me and my team for a louis bag (what the f-ck else?)
grip the chopper with the beam, this in a louis bag (baow, baow)
i go shoppin’ everywhere, i don’t look at tags
wear it once then throw it away, i don’t take it back (uh-huh)
said she loved me, stupid b-tch, you should take it back (uh)
i’ma drop ya’ off wherever the f-ck i met you at (oh)
call a uber for that b-tch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)
do the dash through her life, i’m on go-go-go, uh (that b-tch gotta go)
iffy, uh, sticky tucked, i’m on gummo mode (i’m on gun mode)
my closet like a motherf-ckin’ gun show, oh (uh)
i’ma spin her (huh), shawty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (yee-haw)
i told her racist ass dad that she f-cked a n-gga (yee-haw)
i also told ’em that it’s been my pleasure f-ckin’ with her (yee-haw, yeah, yeah, yeah)
she said she wanna have my d-ck for dinner (uh)
i’ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)
grandma if you listenin’, i’m sorry i’m a sinner (uh)
god ain’t done with me yet, give him a couple winters
uh, just became a winner (ayy, ayy)
they wasn’t f-ckin’ me when my pockets was hurtin’ (uh)
now i get to pick ’em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)
you should take your girl to the dentist or somethin’ (uh)
’cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon’ be hurtin’ (suck it, ouch)
[chorus]
pills knockin’ at my door, i’m finna let ’em in (i’ma let ’em in)
ballin’ hard, feel like d rose, i need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, i need a letterman)
i can’t f-ck that b-tch if she don’t give me her consent (give me her consent)
half of these hoes don’t even give me erection (they don’t get me hard)
if you with that sh-t, then up your gat, let it split, oh (baow, baow)
i know n-ggas bangin’ they flags like confederate, oh (slatt, slatt, slatt)
brand new house, it’s on the hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)
lately, i been ridin’ dirt bikes, g-money told me, “don’t fall off” (yee-haw)

- juice wrld

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