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letra de left, right* - juice wrld

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[verse 1: juice wrld]
… to the chest, slit, to your neck
talking sh-t?
up that chopper quick
if you disrepect
rockin’ that rick
oh is he rockin’ that rick?
used to [?] cars with it
oh you valeting cars, parking and sh-t?
here go a 100$, come park my whip, b-tch
huh, i’ma let that breathe, oh
i’ma f-ck that b-tch
hit her from the back quick
then i make her leave, oh
got a gun with a stick
some say it’s a d-ck
bullets shot like a harpoon
these n-ggas be thinking they real
but they ’bout as real as cartoons, hah
for real
b-tch, you know the deal
on the super-moon and i ain’t grabbin’ the wheel
i [?] when i’m off of the pill
some of you n-ggas be screaming out [?]
i doubt you n-ggas be ridin’ for real
shout-out to meek, ’cause he do it for real
shout-out to philly, they do it for real
i’m from chicago where n-ggas get k!lled
my chop like the [?]
[?]
shoot a n-gga like [?]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah!
[chorus: juice wrld]
i f-ck on this b-tch with a fourth of bicardi, uh
i just might shoot up the party
chopper will grill a n-gga like bar-b, uh
that b-tch is fake like a barbie
[?] probably, uh
make her pop p-ssy, no ali
hit him with a left-right, left-right ali, uh
boy these little iffy n-ggas try me, let’s go

[verse 2: g herbo & juice wrld]
you in the [?] like carly, uh
tell a n-gga momma “i’m sorry”, uh
ride in the lamb’, not a ‘rari, uh
rockin’ vlone like i’m bari, uh
trees in the woods like safari, uh
he just might shoot up the party, uh
runnin’ it up like i’m [?], uh
threw the “b” up like i’m carti
industry scarred me
gotta be hard me
if he a target, k!ll him reguardless
my n-ggas chargin’, ’cause they r-t-rded
b-tch i’m a [?], but i eat garlic
i’m from chiraq where we catchin’ bodies
brodie got [?], he from new orleans
ball like a all-star, i’m not from charlotte
juice rich as f-ck now, p-ssy, i called it
swervo told me “we gon’ get it regardless”, so
b-tch, we gon’ get it regardless
run up on me, n-gga is you r-t-rded, uh?
we dump out sh-t like the garbage, uh
we call up the gang, we call up the warden, uh
ya’ll n-ggas know i’m from [?]
i got this [?]
f-ck ass n-gga, just stop it
[chorus: juice wrld]
i f-ck on this b-tch with a fourth of bicardi, uh
i just might shoot up the party
chopper will grill a n-gga like bar-b, uh
that b-tch is fake like a barbie
[?] probably, uh
make her pop p-ssy, no ali
hit him with a left-right, left-right ali, uh
boy these little iffy n-ggas try me, let’s go

[verse 3: g herbo]
you want rich, b-tch?
look at my audience
hit my accountant
who want to get out of it?
high off the [?]
…

- juice wrld

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