letra de singalong - juice wrld
dy krazy
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i say hold on, can’t f-ck on a b-tch if the vibe wrong
i done said the wrong lyrics on the right song
can’t sing my sh-t, no singalong, ayy
i’ma f-ck her all night long
i’ma beat up on her chest like king kong
got her so wet, thought shawty left the shower on
bricks stashed in the bathroom, leave the towels alone
ayy, a real n-gga, a dope dealer
try me, you get disfigured
codeine chugger, i don’t really sip liquor
triple k on the sh-t, i don’t like n-ggas
mini-ak in the whip, i don’t fight n-ggas
feel like ray j with his b-tch, hit it first n-gga
maybe r. kelly with the words, i’ma flirt with her
then p-ss on you and your friends
i’ma buy you a birkin so you can share the purse with her
no xans, i’m the master of percs n-gga
being the boss has it’s curses and perks with it
i’m on them pills when we f-ck, i’m berserk with it
put the p-ssy on a platter, like i ate dessert with it
new fit, versace, hermès, expensive
my hand is under her dress, i feel it
her hand goin’ through my dreads
she said she feel devil h-rns on my head
k!ll the matador ’cause all the bullsh-t is dead
attaboy, don’t go tellin’ to the feds
parkour, pills do flips in my head
fell in love with her like i fell for the meds
i say hold on, can’t f-ck on a b-tch if the vibe wrong
i done said the wrong lyrics on the right song
can’t sing my sh-t, no singalong, ayy
i’ma f-ck her all night long
i’ma beat up on her chest like king kong
got her so wet, thought shawty left the shower on
bricks stashed in the bathroom, leave the towels alone
i know i’m the sh-t, leave my bowels on y’all
sh-t, gucci and prada and louis vuitton
i’m outta yo’ league, b-tch i feel like lebron
throw it off of the backboard, dunk on yo’ mom
spent 150k just because
elliot help me spend that on my watch
i’m paranoid, so i got me a glock
need me a draco, the glock not enough
every day i wake up spendin’ a lot
so much money, i can’t help but floss
my lil’ shorty, almost hit the road
she told me i gotta work on my flaws
sing this all day long
serenade yo’ b-tch, i play the guitar
interrogate yo’ b-tch, my d-ck in her jaw
you asking her questions about her night out
i say hold on, can’t f-ck on a b-tch if the vibe wrong
i done said the wrong lyrics on the right song
can’t sing my sh-t, no singalong, ayy
i’ma f-ck her all night long
i’ma beat up on her chest like king kong
got her so wet, thought shawty left the shower on
bricks stashed in the bathroom, leave the towels alone
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