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letra de late nights - juice wrld

[intro]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi-automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi-town

[chorus]
n-ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b-tch concealed
told you i ain’t never give a f-ck how you feel
late nights off the pills
my bro doin’ drills
this not, wasn’t fake sh-t
this that sh-t for real
late nights off the pills
brother doin’ drills
momma mad as f-ck, she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed
try me if you want
n-gga, you get k!lled
you get stunned
[verse 1]
smoke on some dope
on my d-ck, she gon’ choke
she a ho on thе low
yeah, i know
yeah, i know
she finna f-ck on my brothеrs, ayy
magnum on me, that’s a rubber, ayy
that ‘lil b-tch, she undercover, ayy
i could never ever love her, ayy
i kicked that b-tch out my crib, yeah
i kicked that b-tch out my brib, yeah
i do not care how you live, yeah
i’m on the percocet 10, yeah
i f-cked that b-tch then her friend, yeah
i take a trip up to france, yeah
up in dior, i’ma dance, yeah
i feel like i am the man, yeah
raf simons, rick owens, all that
tell your man to fall back
f-ck n-gga, i don’t like that
freestyle sh-t, don’t write that
go ahead, snort that white up
i was in the cut with a new gun
haven’t seen a real n-gga since i been in here, looked in the mirror, i seen one
[chorus]
n-ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b-tch concealed
told you i ain’t never give a f-ck how you feel
late nights off the pills
my bro doin’ drills
this not, wasn’t fake sh-t
this that sh-t for real
late nights off the pills
brother doin’ drills
momma mad as f-ck, she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed
try me if you want
n-gga, you get k!lled
you get stunned

[verse 2]
i’m rockin’ commo garesawn
i mean comme des garçon
and i’m still rockin’ bape
baby, i’m goin’ ape
i drop a four in my sprite
d-mn it, i love the taste
d-mn it, i love to waste away
don’t got a knife, got a razor blade
i got a gun with a razor blade
i let it rip like a beyblade
f-ckin’ your b-tch, that’s my lady
turned the trap house to a safe place
pull up on the scene with an ak
man down, b-tch, no mayday
chief keef daughter with a new gun
two aks, call ’em kay kay
had to f-ck his b-tch in the studio, yeah, ayy
dye my hair and dread it, feel like coolio, yeah, ayy
this some gucci on me, this ain’t coogi, ho, yeah, ayy
i got a gucci b-tch who got a coochie, ho, yeah, ayy
i been sippin’ water, only fiji though, yeah, ayy
chopper wet ’em up, that’s a squeegee, ho, yeah, ayy
i be with my brothers like luigi, ho, yeah, ayy
hit my trap phone if you need me, ho
[chorus]
n-ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b-tch concealed
told you i ain’t never give a f-ck how you feel
late nights off the pills
my bro doin’ drills
this not, wasn’t fake sh-t
this that sh-t for real
late nights off the pills
brother doin’ drills
momma mad as f-ck, she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed
try me if you want
n-gga, you get k!lled
you get stunned

- juice wrld

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