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letra de tick tock (in the air) - juice wrld

[intro]
oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
yeah

[chorus]
i been on my own sh-t for so d-mn long (ayy)
n-gg-s tryna steal the wave i won’t let ’em run off
they think that i’m soft ’cause i make sad songs (hah)
’till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (grra grra grra)
sticks in the air
i’m so d-mn high i could sit in the air
if i put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
b-tch i’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[verse 1]
n-gg-s claim they gang, oh nah you ain’t family (no)
she told me my d-ck in her jaw was her fantasy (whoa)
i gave it to her ’cause she said that she need it
my hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin’ (uh-huh)
he run up on me then i’m leavin’ him leakin’ (uh-huh)
i’m shining like diamonds bet stevie could see it (uh-huh)
pay for the foreign i don’t do the leases (skrt)
beretta on me it’ll tear you to pieces (baow)
fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, i’ma cut him to pieces
yo b-tch all over me, suck me, she leakin’
smokin’ this kush got my eyes j-panese-in’
i gave her defense, she take the offense
when i tell her that she gotta get lost
i’m in the back of the maybach like ross (skrt)
real n-gg- business, don’t get involved (yeah)
ain’t yo business, b-tch i’m a boss (yeah)
you broke as a b-tch and it’s all your fault (yeah)
take what i say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
now i’m on top, ooh, they surrounding (i’m on top)

[verse 2]
i drop a three in the 20 i’m leanin’
i put a light on my gun and it’s beamin’
that b-tch really love boat captains, yeah, ’cause she swallow my s-m-n
i don’t want pints of the wock’ b-tch i need it
i don’t need perkys but d-mnit i’m fiendin’
your n-gg- told you he richer than me i said “wake up lil’ n-gg- you know that you dreamin'”
whoa-oh
i’m in my prime, tick tock
look at the time, big glock
that is a 9, get off
takin’ off like nasa, huh
finna give you left right like catches, huh
everyday i wake up cashin’, huh
in the b-tch p-ssy i’m splashin’, huh
hide the cocaine in the napkin, huh
she do the yayo for fashion
haters designing my fabric
i’m really hungry for money but these withdrawals got me fastin’, yeah
goin’ through it, they recorded me pullin’ up in an aston like a kutcher movie
dog that ho like scooby, maybe even snoopy
don’t got time for nat nat b-tches why you always snoopin’
got my gun aimin’ at any rat movin’
let it go and put the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat in ratatouille
if you don’t like me you can sue me, heard your girlfriend wanna screw me
leave yo head off your body, i’ll chop it like suey
i’ve come to realize that i rule the world right now
and if i wanted i could take your girl right now
it’s my life, it’s my world
it’s your b-tch? f-ck it, now that’s my girl

- juice wrld

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