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letra de speed demon (90120) [version 2] - juice wrld

chorus

b-tch, we don’t need you, but you need us, uh
90210 with my feet up
on that dirt bike, i’ma lose control, i’ma speed up, huh
speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah
trapping out the country, need a visa
they got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him
told all my opposition, life’s a b-tch, she finna leave ya, yeah
i’m finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (uh)

verse 1

raf simons, rick owens, my adidas, yeah
blue money, got that old moldy pita bread
bring your house down like queen latifah, yeah
she seen my watch, now she wanna come and fifa, yeah
i ain’t kickin’, b-tch, i’m bickin’ it
i bought an island, i’m feelin’ like gilligan
codeine on me, i can’t stop sipping it
d-ck in her mouth, she can’t stop l!cking it
if i see the n-gga that slid on my homie
i promise to god, i won’t stop bl!cking ‘еm
ap watch, won’t stop glistening
bullеt hit your heart, nitroglycerin, uh
nitro on my car, start thе racе, i’m gon’ finish it
ahead of my time, still in my prime
paved the way for these n-ggas
already fashionably late, so i won’t wait for a n-gga
we eatin’ good, passin’ plates, breaking bread with my n-ggas, uh
chorus

we don’t need you, but you need us, uh
90210 with my feet up
on that dirt bike, i’ma lose control, i’ma speed up, huh
speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah
trapping out the country, need a visa
they got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him
told all my opposition, life’s a b-tch, she finna leave ya, yeah
i’m finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (uh)

verse 2

if you want it, come and get it, i come from the trenches, ayy n-ggas thought that i was kidding, ’till i up that smith &, ayy i be beating up the kitten when i’m f-cking b-tches, ayy i may f-ck yo’ b-tch dismiss ‘em, i ain’t even missing, ayy up that 2-2-3 it hit him, one shot i won’t miss him, ayy off the lean when i hit it, got me reminiscing, ayy i just poured the deuce inside my cup, they say i’m tripping, ayy if i o-d off this sh-t, they gon say i wasn’t missing, ayy label on me, save my project, popping yeah it’s pipping ayy, run up on me, .40 like a pimp, it leave me limping, ayy
b-tch i’m sl!ckback with that slap, you may just cash one if you talking sh-t all my n-ggas really with that teacher chalkboard chalking sh-t

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- juice wrld

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