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letra de skyline (studio session) - juice wrld

skyline (studio session) lyrics
[intro]
put tints on the whip, oh-oh-oh
rebel yell, n-gga, hm

[chorus]
pew, put tints on the whip
so we can f-ck anywhere
i’m taking these perc .30’s
i take ’em like vitamins
my clothes vetements
i dress like a gentlemen
hard body, no gentlemen
k!ll ’em all no evidence, hm

[verse]
murder
i’m real n-gga f-ck that other sh-t you heard of
me going broke? huh, that sh-t is unheard of
that b-tch way she like a squirt off
i just f-cked your mom
i ain’t know she wore a girdle, uh
arm in it, yeah, yeah, vince carter
she told me i look like money, yeah
that make my d-ck harder
i’m in atlana with them slatts
i’m in chicago with no limit
spend a f-cking hundred thousand dollars already this year, huh
i’m a magician make the money disappear, huh
.40 on me i get f-ck n-ggas outta here, huh
the sh-t i got is too expensive, you can’t wear it, uh
givency, my jeans, them b-tch is tearing, huh
your boyfriend broke, baby is you embarrased? huh, yeah
i know you embarrased
spending this money just like a wheel, i feel like ferris
i wasn’t f-cking with highschool, bueller ferris
ay, she suck my d-ck, and she say she enjoyed it
get in my ear, ‘lil b-tch you know you that you annoying
got a bit excited, i don’t f-ck with them borings
i told ’em she blow my d-ck like porridge
baby, we should go to where i live
baby, we should go to my crib
i’m so high right now, hey
i don’t even know where i live
we should take a drive through the ‘ville (haha)
i could go forever
f-ck your hoe forever
it don’t matter the weather
i’ma get that b-tch wetter
it’s givenchy my sweater
i ain’t never been a rat
i ain’t never been a mouse
but i’m ’bout my cheddar
i’m up in the era
i do it forever
i don’t give her effort
i don’t give a f, i’m playin’
i give ’em my effort
pro finesser
natural s-xster
i won’t text her
i’ma just s-xt her
even when i’m right next to her
i’ma just s-xt her
then i’ma caress her
get the brain, tell i love her, i finessed her
that’s my main, nah i’m joking that’s my nextie
take cruise, when i’m flying
b-tch i’m flexing
run up on his ass, choppa hit him, i’m sorry
presidental rollie, like obama, oh
run up on me you don’t want the drama, oh
everyday i’m counting up the commas, oh
she tell me i’m a god, i need a godess, oh
f-ck her from the back, i’m being modess to her
try me if you want, that sh-t over with
i smoke you like ganja, i ain’t with that sober sh-t
three percies in my brain, i done overdid it
hope the police listen, i don’t give a f-ck about that
i’m gon’ f-ck that system
i’m finna get up out that
i got court in october, i’m finna get up out that
they tried book me
they say i’m a felon, they say i’m a savage
[chorus]
pew, put tints on the whip
so we can f-ck anywhere
i’m taking these perc .30’s
i take ’em like vitamins
my clothes vetements
i dress like a gentlemen
hard body, no gentlemen
k!ll ’em all no evidence

- juice wrld

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