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letra de who are you - juice wrld

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[intro]
ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
who are you, who are you?
ayy, ayy ayy
who are you, who are you? (ayy, ayy)
ayy (ayy, ayy)
b-tch, who are you?
b-tch (who are you?)
b-tch (who are you?)
[?] beats
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
who are you, who are you? (who are you?)
who are you, who are you? (ayy, ayy, b-tch)
you better get a clue, you better get a clue
who are you, who are you? (who are you, who are you?)
who are you, who are you?
you think you are different but d-mn, i met a few of you (i met a few of you)
you think you that n-gg-, d-mn, i k!lled a few of you (i k!lled a few of you, d-mn)
who are you, who are you? (who are you?)
who are you, who are you? (ayy, ayy, b-tch)
who are you, who are you? (who are you?)
who are you, who are you? (ayy, ayy)

[verse 1]
who are you, who are you?
who are you, who are you? (ayy)
this sh-t is old to me, this sh-t is old to me, it may be new to you
this sh-t ain’t true to me i bet it’s true to you
run up on me show you what i’ma do to you
i am that n-gg- man, ayy, blow like a ceiling fan
you are a silly man, like i’m meek milly i pop like a wheelie, man
i am for really man, you are a silly man
try me if you think i’m playin’, i do you like i came from philly, man
i am too trill, poppin’ these pills, i’m tryna live
pray to the god, i’m not a god, i don’t forgive
i got them goonies, i send them n-gg-s, straight to your crib
they k!ll you all, including the baby, his blood on the bib

[chorus]
who are you, who are you? (ayy, ayy, b-tch)
who are you, who are you? (ayy, ayy, b-tch)
you better get a clue, you better get a clue

[verse 2]
who are you, who are you?
i keep on finessin’ you
i am the god at this, i keep on blessin’ you
n-gg-s be failin’, ’cause, i keep on testin’ you
i feel like i am a gym, i keep on flexin’ you
i am the best and you know it, i get the drank and i pour it
i get the gun and i show it, run up you know that i’m blowin’
all of my n-gg-s be totin’, you talkin’ stupid we catch you in the open
i kept finessin’ the plug, ’cause, i am in love with the drugs
i am addicted, i am addicted, boy you know what’s up
talkin’ that sh-t, i run up on you that shotty hold h-lla them slugs

[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy
who are you, who are you? (ayy, ayy)

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