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letra de omen - juice wrld

[intro]
oh
ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
uh, yeah

[verse]
feel like the omen, my eyes are rollin’, stuck in the moment
protection on me, ain’t talkin’ trojan, pullin’ up, blowin’
walkin’ ’round london, a hundred k pound on my clothing
i’m runnin’ the town, and they know it, smokin’ on loud, and i’m zoning
smoke out the pound, yee-haw, yo’ ho and my ho down, yee-haw
yo’ girl tried to rob my mans, so my b-tch shot her down, yee-haw
up and downs on the percs like a see-saw
i’m the wave and these n-ggas get mad that they stuck in my wave, so i’m callin’ it sea salt
i don’t f-ck with no parties, but i turn my room to a rave, molly what we on
i don’t bother to learn none of these n-ggas names ’cause to me, they all peons
i know one when i see one, sh-t, i would hate to be one
it’s funny how n-ggas be hidin’ in they blankets like it wasn’t me they would sleep on
they alarm clock ring, my theme song, yeah
i was, but i can’t be broke, yeah, if i go broke, ship it from rio, yeah
a sagittarius, but drip like aquarius and i be roarin’ like leo, yeah
the game, i’ma marry it, money, i bury it, life just got a lil’ scarier, yeah
aim for the neck like a terrier, yeah, money stack, ben franklin, bury it (yeah)

[chorus]
blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
now i’m the overseer, sh-ttin’ on all my peers
hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
high as a b-tch, is it hot in here?
too high to drive, i let bae steer
[post-chorus]
if you f-ck with the team, we gon’ shoot like lebron, the original twenty-three glock, cavalier
got a mask on my face with a beam on my side like i’m at comic-con with a light saber, yeah
rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills
pills got me sweatin’ like i’m climbin’ up a hill
my drip gettin’ wetter so her p-ssy gettin’ wetter
’til my d-ck feel better in that b-tch like an eel

[open instrumental]

[chorus]
uh-huh, blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
now i’m the overseer, sh-ttin’ on all my peers
hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
high as a b-tch, is it hot in here?
too high to drive, i let bae steer

- juice wrld

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