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off the rip (gamble) lyrics
[intro]
boy
i just told richie we rich

[chorus: juice wrld]
huh, off the rip (off the rip)
i gamble with my life, i’m cashin’ in my chips (in my chips)
i’ll put a .30 or a .50 in the clip (in the clip)
so that’s a d-ck or a titty on that b-tch, huh, yeah (on that b-tch)
lately, i’ve been gettin’ rich (gettin’ rich)
i don’t forgive but i sure know how to forget (i sure know how to forget)
yeah, i know life is such a b-tch (such a b-tch)
but that b-tch bad and that b-tch rich (b-tch rich), yeah

[verse 1: juice wrld]
see, this ap cost your rent (cost your rent)
i pull up in that murciélago with the tints
i’m camping on these n-ggas, a sniper in a tent (in a tent)
uh, crash into your b-tch, i left a dent, uh (a dent)
like mike in that b-tch, i ball like cambridge, uh
juice is for big girls, trix are for kids, uh (for kids)
all baguettes like robocop is on my wrist, uh (on my wrist)
i told her fеtch and watch her throw around my d-ck, uh (my d-ck)
i’m a big dog, fee-fi-fo-fum
balenci’ on my right and my left toе
shawty do too much of the yayo, got a red nose
shaquille o’neal, when i’m in the paint, i throw a elbow
[chorus: juice wrld]
huh, off the rip (off the rip)
i gamble with my life, i’m cashin’ in my chips (in my chips)
i’ll put a .30 or a .50 in the clip (in the clip)
so that’s a d-ck or a titty on that b-tch, huh, yeah (on that b-tch)
lately, i’ve been gettin’ rich (gettin’ rich)
i don’t forgive but i sure know how to forget (i sure know how to forget)
yeah, i know life is such a b-tch (life is such a b-tch)
but that b-tch bad and that b-tch rich (b-tch rich), yeah

[verse 2: 21 savage, juice wrld]
ayy, big dawg savage (21)
toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (on god)
ratchet b-tch suck me while i’m drivin’, she from dallas (straight up)
lil’ mama got some buns on her, i call her patty (21)
my model b-tch be smokin’ all the ‘woods, she from cali’ (21)
in my testarossa (21), my pistol out the holster (on god)
i’m double cuppin’ syrup, b-tch, i don’t need no coaster (facts)
opps want promotion (p-ssy), we put ’em on a poster (p-ssy)
i gunned him down in his own hood ’cause he local (p-ssy)
my watch ten bricks (god sh-t)
rolling loud miami, i pulled up with ten sticks (21)
b-tch, smell my fragrance, you can’t tell me i ain’t rich (21)
big 4l, i ain’t shakin’ no hand with no snitch (21, huh)

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