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letra de soldier - juice wrld

they don’t want smoke, they don’t want smoke uh
you see my voice how bou’ that?
i see faces when i’m tweakin’ off the shrooms
real n-gga, how did you walk into the room
freestyling, i ain’t got to write for you
she gon’ do the coke, she gon’ snort the white for you
run up, you gon’ die, yes, i got my nine on me
don’t f-ck with no haters, don’t f-ck with fake homies
do this by my lonely, run up then it’s over
we march on yo’ body, i feel like a soldier
i feel like a soldier
i be balling now just like a pro, pro
i’ma f-ck that b-tch on the low
pull up on the scene, .40 make ’em bleed
feel like frеddy krueger, how i’m up in your dreams
yеah, i keep a ruger, you ain’t f-ckin’ with me
shorty want to kick it, this is not a soccer team
got away with worse, i feel like i’m socrates
she gon’ do it all, she gon’ hold the glock for me
if i’m in the way then she gon’ get shot for me
but i still got the glock on me
and that sh-t a guarantee
leave you like a period, i make a n-gga bleed
i see faces when i’m tweakin’ off the shrooms
real n-gga, how did you walk into the room
freestyling, i ain’t got to write for you
she gon’ do the coke, she gon’ snort the white for you
run up, you gon’ die, yes, i got my nine on me
don’t f-ck with no haters, don’t f-ck with fake homies
do this by my lonely, run up then it’s over
we march on yo’ body, i feel like a soldier
you got pills send em’ through the mail
you can’t feel do i look like brail
you hate me tell that b-tch go to h-ll
(oohh)
magic b-tch like a spell
dumb b-tch like how can you spell
pull up on em’ with that chopper he wailing
i don’t roll with thеm n-ggas that’s wildin
my gun a librarian,(heh) got a silence
i ain’t nevеr peaceful, (huh) with the violence
rockstar savage you can ask roselane
b-tch i’m toting catch him in the open
he ain’t not no cigarette but yeah i’m a smoke him
police come around and i act like i don’t know him
.40 finna blow him, i’m gonna show him
he say “i’m not no real n-gga”
f-ck it, i’m finna show him
just like a line, with the choppa, up and mow him, aah
i see faces when i’m tweakin’ off the shrooms
real n-gga, how did you walk into the room
freestyling, i ain’t got to write for you
she gon’ do the coke, she gon’ snort the white for you
[run up, you gon’ die, yes, i got my nine on me
don’t f-ck with no haters, don’t f-ck with fake homies
do this by my lonely, run up then it’s over
we march on yo’ body, i feel like a soldier

- juice wrld

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