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letra de whole lotta shots - juice wrld

[intro: juice wrld & ?]
juice
why i see that, man?
thebeatasylum (ayy)

[verse: juice wrld & ?]
.30 in that .40, you don’t want no smoke, ayy (nuh-uh)
laughing at these n-ggas, they a bunch of jokes, ayy (haha)
if i catch you, then i catch you, you get poked (boom)
illuminati with that shotty, take yo’ soul, ayy
.30 in that .40, feening for some opps (gimme that)
every time you see me scamming on the block
f-ck 12, still running from the cops (f-ck ’em)
they been tryna catch me up serving rocks (you won’t)
f-ck 12, f-ck 12, n-gga, f-ck 12 (f-ck 12)
they just took my brodie jody, n-gga, f-ck 12 (free jody)
12 guage on me, that’s my homie
it’s gon’ buck 12 (boom, boom)
you a snitch and you a rat, we don’t trust 12
i was screamin’ on that block
i was clutchin’ on that glock
servin’ them rocks
it ain’t nothing on the blocks
but a whole lotta shots and selling them rock
and i’m still screamin’, “free o’ from the feds”
if i catch a goofy opp, then i’m leaving them dead
headshots, headshots, we ain’t f-cking with legs (okay)
i need top from a thot, keep on closing they legs (b-tch)
run up on me, catch a shot, .223 at yo’ head, ayy (boom)
murder she wrote, with this bullet, he bled, ayy
murder she wrote, leave ’em dead on the pavement (he gone)
young n-gga, i was trappin’ out the bas-m-nt
i ain’t never have enough to under switch blows
looked my victim in the eyes and i left that n-gga froze (he dead)
left that n-gga froze
robbed him, took that n-gga clothes
run up on me, woah, .40 on me finna blow (boom)
f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch in the back of my challenger
daring a n-gga to challenge us (skrrt)
run up on me, then f-ck it, we gon’ shoot ’em
i swear that my n-ggas be dangerous (yeah)
[outro: ?]
yeah
ay, [?]

- juice wrld

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