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letra de stone cold (late nights) [studio session] - juice wrld

[intro]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi-automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi-town

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi-automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi-town
that girl f-cked my bro-bro
that b-tch is a hoe-hoe
shorty came from seoul, saying she on go-go
that b-tch f-cked my bro-bro
that girl is a hoe-hoe
shorty came from seoul, that lil’ b-tch a hoe
[verse 1]
yeah, my pants sag
don’t you dare grab it
when i’m up in traffic, my lil’ b-tch, she lavish
i hit that b-tch from the back, that b-tch don’t know how to act
draco on me, it’s attached
ain’t come for no boxing match
pull up on him, he get clapped
just like a pimp, he get slapped
it’s a .40 on me, so get back
if a n-gga don’t know how to act
duffel bag, filled with racks
count it up, spend it all, make it back
run it up, in my bag, in my bag
yeah, yeah, in my bag, in my bag
yeah, ain’t looking at tags, i don’t gotta brag
you want what i have
that lil’ b-tch, you know you can’t smash
hit her from the back

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi-automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi-town
that girl f-cked my bro-bro
that b-tch is a hoe-hoe
shorty came from seoul, saying she on go-go
that b-tch f-cked my bro-bro
that girl is a hoe-hoe
shorty came from seoul, that lil’ b-tch a hoe
[verse 2]
smoking a spliff, high as can be
i’m on my ass, i’m off my ass, got to the back
got to the back, unload the mag, i got a .30 in there
i’m on your ass, i’m stephen curry in there
i’m terry crews, b-tch, i could flex or something
high as f-ck, i don’t even want to
a couple pills and some marihuana
i’m a goner, i’m a goner
rob him for his ganja
yeah, i got the gun on me, baby, i feel like a monster
all of my n-ggas get money, you don’t want no problems
all i ever do is [?]
i just took your b-tch off

[chorus]
baby, i’m stone cold
ridin’ with the same pole
sound like a drumroll
countin’ up bankrolls
too much molly, i bite down
then knock his lights out
semi-automatic on me right now
but i’m in chi-town
that girl f-cked my bro-bro
that b-tch is a hoe-hoe
shorty came from seoul, saying she on go-go
that b-tch f-cked my bro-bro
that girl is a hoe-hoe
shorty came from seoul, that lil’ b-tch a hoe
[verse 3]
n-ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b-tch concealed
hating on the real
keep that b-tch concealed, b-tch, i keep it real
n-ggas hatin’ on the real
keep that b-tch concealed
told you i ain’t never give a f-ck how you feel
late nights off the pills
my bro doin’ drills
this not, wasn’t fake sh-t
this that sh-t for real
late nights off the pills
brother doin’ drills
momma mad as f-ck, she tried to keep me out the field
my weapon concealed
try me if you want
n-gga, you get k!lled
you get stunned
smoke on some dope
on my d-ck, she gon’ choke
she a ho on the low

[verse 4]
she finna f-ck on my brothers, ayy
magnum on me, that’s a rubber, ayy
that ‘lil b-tch, she undercover, ayy
i could never ever love her, ayy
i kicked that b-tch out my crib, yeah
i kicked that b-tch out my brib, yeah
i do not care how you live, yeah
i’m on the percocet 10, yeah
i f-cked that b-tch then her friend, yeah
i take a trip up to france, yeah
up in dior, i’ma dance, yeah
i feel like i am the man, yeah
raf simons, rick owens, all that
tell your man to fall back
f-ck n-gga, i don’t like that
freestyle sh-t, don’t write that
go ahead, snort that white up
i was in the cut with a new gun
haven’t seen a real n-gga since i been in here, looked in the mirror, i seen one
smoke so much, got three lungs
an extra one
wait, i’mma show you like three tongues, plus an extra one

[verse 5]
smoking out the zip, yeah, out the zip, yeah
my heart broke, no fix, yeah
can’t be fixed, yeah
not over a b-tch, yeah, done that, been there
watch your back, baby
these b-tches be next, baby
your n-gga is trying to go tit for tat, aye
i got my hand on my mag, aye
i told that n-gga to back-sp-ce
let that ar hit, bet i erase
n-ggas be lit like they belate
pull up on him, like ok
choppa on me, [?] relay, aye
that’s what i play

[bridge]
i’m in the back of a lamb’
hit the b-tch with her feet on the ceiling
i let it back in the lamb’, [?]
b-tch, i’m past dripping, in my raf simons
i like fast women, i like fast women

[verse 6]
had to f-ck his b-tch in the studio, yeah, aye
dye my hair and dread it, feel like coolio, yeah, aye
this some gucci on me, this ain’t coogi, hoe, yeah, aye
i got a gucci b-tch who got a coochie, hoe, yeah, aye
i been sippin’ water, only fiji though, yeah, aye
chopper wet ’em up, that’s a squeegee, hoe, yeah, aye
i be with my brothers like luigi, hoe, yeah, aye
hit my trap phone if you need me, hoe
i [?] the change, you can keep it, you can keep it, hoe
i take the [flag?], get to tweaking, get to geeking, hoe
b-tch, you be sneaking and geeking
i give her d with no offense
ball on that b-tch like i’m rodman
told you, i’m not with the talking
and you get hit like an off-switch

[verse 7]
shorty strapped up like a dyk- though
pull up on the scene with my .4-0
got the straps on my car, no geico
she gon’ ride my d-ck, no bike, hoe
pull up on the scene, that’s what i know
watch out for the 5-0
i’mma get going on 12, yeah
i give ’em h-ll, yeah
brother gon’ bail, out
i got the tail, out
i got the pounds, out
b-tch, can you smell?

[bridge]
b-tch, i’m past dripping, in my raf simons
i like fast women, i like fast women
b-tch, i’m past dripping, in my raf simons
i like fast women, i like fast women
b-tch, i’m past dripping, in my raf simons
i like fast women, i like fast women

[verse 8]
b-tch, i’m past dripping, in my raf simons
i like fast women, i like fast women
shake that ass for me
i’m a cash-getter
i’m a money-spender
i’m a trap-worker
i’m a f-cking vandal
i f-ck your b-tch in my venue
i order p-ssy like menu
pull up on him, it’s just me and you
.40 on me, what it’s gon’ do?
i let it sneeze, achoo
i let it sneeze, bless you
i got the cash, bless you
real n-gga, come to the rescue
i f-ck your b-tch in the restroom
she was hating back in high school
now she thinking i’m the dude, tryna f-ck my friends too
don’t really know what to do, but i know that these b-tches gon’ choose
and i know that my n-ggas gon’ win
my n-ggas can’t afford to go lose
i am better than best

[verse 9]
m.j. with that sh-t, cardiac your arrest
yeah, breaking bad, this sh-t like crystal meth
you take a set, i take a perc, in by the neck
yeah, she give me neck, kicking her out, onto the next
she in that uber, she in her feelings, she off the xans
i call her over, i get to kissing, i’m in her panties
i feel like drake, i need a grammy, i need a grammy
get into my [granny?], i’mma rule the planet
yeah, catch me if you can, but you can’t
k.d. what i smoke, that durant
yeah, ooh, yeah, high as a b-tch, up in champs
tryna get them forces that just dropped

[verse 10]
momma proud that her son making millions
but i won’t change with the sh-t, not a chameleon
i need a bad b-tch, cuban not brazilian
yeah, maybe i’m gon’ f-ck her for a minute
aye, i shoot the sh-t like i’m cole bennet
i got the cash with the rows in it
pull up on him with my pole, n-gga
he get exposed, quick
i’m off the liquor, the cheap sh-t
i’m off the liquor, i’m sea-sick
i said i’d do it for fun, some of you would do it for money
baby, i do it for fun
some people do it for money, baby i do it for fun

[bridge]
i’mma ball until i can’t ball no more
looking for your broad on my phone, asking for more
i’m praying to god, that’s all i’ve been wishing for

- juice wrld

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