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letra de untitled freestyle 2 - juice wrld

see how versatile i can get (uhuh)
okay, i’ll say a few words on this
ohh aye uh mm mm mm
okay look
high as f-ck, drunk as f-ck
in the back of the car like what the f-ck
bad b-tch at the crib, high as f-ck off the drugs, suck me up
i was high, not her
she was sober, tryna’ get a upper cut
hit em in the stomach with the choppa’ til the f-ck n-gga had enough
freestyle sh-t that they take years to think up, thats true
pull up on the scene, leave em inked up choppa’ like a tattoo
you ain’t know, she ain’t know, he ain’t know
n-gga, i’m that dude
matter fact make you break your back like break dance, old school
freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group
matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful
h-ll yeah ya b-tch i meant use you
beat it up, beat it up, mike tyson i abuse you
flow gold, so cold like diamonds f-ck that rose gold
.40 on me it’ll sneeze, grab a kleenex got a bad cold
pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose
i’m the type to pull up on the scene full of sh-t like a assh0l-
my flow is so cold, my flow is so cold its so cool
these n-ggas so lame, these n-ggas so old im so new
pull up on the scene just me no guys i’m solo
feel like kudi cause i’m still rockin’ the dolo
box all on my logo, you b-tch she a hoe hoe
stick on me yeah the stick on and its super big, no h0m-
n-ggas talking that dumb sh-t hit em in his ears, no dumbo
not in my house with a tumble
left right left right, thats a combo
i’ma serve it like cilantro
k!ll a n-gga in his condo
then i f-ck his b-tch his condo
i hit this og, let his mom know
i am the bomb hoe, i blow up just like a bomb hoe
just let your mom know
juice he got that old sound flow (yeah)
i ain’t ever gotta write (uuhh)
im the sh-t to these n-ggas like d-mn
do i ever gotta wipe (yuuh)
pull up on em with the gun like d-mn
that n-gga finna die (yeah)
ima overk!ll overk!ll [?] (yeah aye)
r.i.p. to my fallin’ ones, i just lost my brother, for real (uh)
im sick of lookin’ at the news, i may lose another, for real (yuh)
everybody keep on snitchin on em, they ain’t undercovers, for real (yuh)
its how i catch em lackin’ sleepin with each others under covers for real (yuh)
man
sh-t gets real out here
withdrawals a b-tch, ive been takin too many pills out here
tryna live out here, no advils
f-cked the b-tch on my adlibs
said that twice cause sh-t is mad real
man
westwood throw on some different sh-t
im still rappin’ on it ’cause i’m showin’ the distance between me and these other n-ggas
like i said i can f-ck your mother n-gga
like i said i can f-ck your baby sitter
like i said i’m here to baby n-ggas, for real

- juice wrld

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