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letra de london tipton (session) - juice wrld

[intro]
joey, you want one?

[chorus]
i’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, i need to rob another one
i’ve been rubbin’ off on all these n-ggas, ’cause they steal the sauce
f-ck n-ggas and hatin’ hoes, b-tch i hate those
that lil’ b-tch goes “hiss-hiss,” she a snake ho
somethin’ like a bad kid, i don’t listen
baby, these not advils, these prescriptions
i just dropped a xan bar, in my lipton
i’m livin’ the suite life, london tipton

[verse 1]
d-mn ho, d-mn ho, you ain’t no fair
fast life, fast life, no slow hare
got a colombian plug, she a coke head
told her come and ride d-ck like moped
take off, then she take her shirt off
start the car and skrt off
then she take her skirt off
i love poppin’ pills, mix it with the smirnoff
told me when i get too high and throw up, that’s a turn off
light my demons on fire and pray to god they burn off
i ain’t birdman baby, but i’m still stunna
drip or drown with the sauce, like my name gunna
i love percocets way more than marijuana
[chorus]
i’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, i need to rob another one
i’ve been rubbin’ off on all these n-ggas, ’cause they steal the sauce
f-ck n-ggas and hatin’ hoes, b-tch i hate those
that lil’ b-tch goes “hiss-hiss,” she a snake ho
somethin’ like a bad kid, i don’t listen
baby, these not advils, these prescriptions
i just dropped a xan bar in my lipton
i’m livin’ the suite life, london tipton

[verse 2]
i told her “hold your horses”, ‘fore we pull up and torch it
why the [?] got my four, b-tch
flip bricks, think i need a forklift
vision cloudy, but i’m cloudy though
so much money, i ain’t got the time to count it up
even though time is money, i’m gonna run it up
we gon’ f-ck you up
same old hoes on the new sh-t, got her too wet, i need a crewship
balling to the point i need no– (whippin’ out my hurricane)
a bay bay sh-t like hurricane chris, water-whip this with the hurricane ris
pull up on him with the chopper my stick
leave a n-gga crying, no chick-fl!ck
this is a new flow for the same old hoes
runnin’ through the 6 like drake, no woes
i was in the paint, shaquille, elbows
he ain’t got adidas but i give him seltos
surf on this b-tch, i’ma hang ten
rollie on my wrist, b-tch, ben 10
tatted on my wrist, b-tch, three nines
you a p-ssy n-gga, you a feline, i ain’t got time for these lies
i ain’t too high, b-tch, i’m three high
whole team eating like five-guys, shot ’em 9 times, p-ssy, 9 lives
[chorus]
yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
i don’t care about these b-tches, no
i’m too busy counting riches, hoe

[verse 3]
i ain’t birdman baby, but i’m still stunna
i mix percs in the xans with the marijuana
i ain’t birdman baby, but i’m still stunna
uh, still stunna, uh, still stunna
i ain’t birdman baby, but i’m still stunna
never lacking in the field, keep the steel on us
run up on me, i’m gon’ smoke you like some marijuana
yeah, i love the ganja, turning me into a monster
bad b-tch on the flight, came from taiwana
she got bricks in her ass with the marijuana
i ain’t birdman baby, but i’m still stunna
yeah, still stunna’, still-still stunna’
got my steel in the field, off a pill, who want it?
i get money, i don’t f-ck with who doesn’t
pull up on the scene, .40 on me bussin’
codeine in my double cup, i don’t do robitussin
oh-uh, yeah, i’m still stunna’
xan-fiend, baby, i’m a pill monster
k!ll her and her baby, no jeffrey dahmer
ballin’ on a n-gga, feel like craig hodges, yeah
[chorus]
fourth quarter, i’m a baller
you ain’t balling, you in the bleches, you shot-caller
i’ve been f-cking on b-tches, i feel like i’m a scholar
i get more head than a n-gga that got knowledge
i ain’t burman, baby, but i’m still stunna’
i mix percs in the xans with the marijuana
run up on me, i’ma smoke you, baby, that’s what i’m on
i don’t wanna- nah, f-ck it

- juice wrld

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