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letra de lose me - juice wrld

[intro]
aight bro this sh-t finna go… (ahahah)
i’m finna be talkin’ bout’ sh-t
hey look bro, you got 2 minutes to do this sh-t
alright bet
2 minutes let’s go
watch this, just watch
enviyon on the mix

[verse]
i f-ck that b-tch in my room
talkin’ that sh-t til’ i come through with choppas
i’m k!llin’ him and k!llin’ you, huh
all of my n-ggas get cash, uh
run up on me then you lose, uh
all these b-tches finna choose, yeah
all these b-tches finna choose me
she say she ain’t tryna suck, b-tch
lil’ b-tch you finna lose me
i get that money and i get that coochie
i swear i rock louis and gucci, huh
run up on me then my clip like a movie
i shoot at your sh-t like a groupie, uh
hoes in my d-ck and they swallow my kids
’cause they know i’m the man and i’m with it, hey
ballin’ i feel like a champion
come through with gucci all over my fit, uh
hoes in my d-ck and they f-ck, uh
told you i don’t give a f-ck, uh
run up on me you get f-cked up
lil’ n-gga i don’t give a f-ck, uh
all of my n-ggas get cash, what?
stack that sh-t up that’s a must, yeah
run up on me then i bust, yeah
in my glock 9 i’ma trust, yeah
f-ckin’ on a b-tch cause i want to
kick that lil’ b-tch like some kung-fu
cook all that crack like it’s [?]
hit a motherf-cker with a combo
servin’ that sh-t like cilantro, d-mn
i got your b-tch in my condo, uh
i got your b-tch in my condo, d-mn
f-ckin’ that b-tch it ain’t nothing
you run up on me then with shotties i’m bussin’, hey
i just been counting my money
i stack it and flip it i’m counting them hundreds, hey
i may pull up in a hummer, i’m drummin’ i’m f-ckin’ my nina she cumin
f-ckin’ that nina she cumin’, i’m balling like westbrook of okc thunder, hey
sh-t on that boy like a plunger, hey
run up on me then i’m dumpin’
the police lookin’ but your body in dumpster, yeah
n-ggas be talkin’ that sh-t, but they never make money they just make assumptions, uh
yeah, hold up, wait, wait
uh, b-tch on my d-ck and she suckin’
i swear that she f-ckin’ it really ain’t nothing
feelin’ like kobe, i’m getting these buckets
f-ckin’ your girl when she leave i’m like f-ck it
call her a uber, i leave the house with a ruger
i cannot f-ck with a loser
your b-tch a chooser
i met that lil’ b-tch at hooters
grabbing all over her [?]
don’t f-ck with school
so they calling me ferris bueller
she ridin’ me like a mula
i may pull up in that rari’ you hearing that motor
run up on me then it’s over
i got that glock on my hip, b-tch you know you got [?]
i know these haters got [?]
i feel like i am a terrorist, i am explosive
glock on my hip, it’s reloadin’, hey
b-tch on my d-ck and she f-ck me i met her on a first date
suck me on the first date, uh
i run this sh-t like a relay
usain bolt b-tch i came in first place
i blow your candles out, glock on my hip and i caught his ass like ain’t no birthday, uh
he talkin’ sh-t til’ i ran on his house and i k!lled his ass right in his birthplace, uh

- juice wrld

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