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back in chicago og version - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]

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[verse 1]
huh, i’m on top, b*tch, huh
i get top, b*tch, in a drop top whip
first time in cali’
i was in a bentley truck
brodie had the semi struck
dare a n*gga to run it up
ayy, i remember i would crack cards
now i crack broads
i done too far, ayy
i remember takin’ xan bars
wakin’ up passed out in the front yard
ayy, huh
you want no smoke, huh, ayy
lol, laugh to the bank, but it ain’t no joke, huh, ayy
you ain’t rich, n*gga, you know that you broke, huh
you know you a b*tch, n*gga, yeah
you know, you know, huh
[verse 2]
bad girl take her to an oasis
f*ck a vacation, a vacation
talk sh*t, leave you brains on a pavement
f*ck is you sayin’? you think i’m playin’?
dye my hair, i’m feelin’ like a super saiyan
slay ’em, halo with that sh*t, i call it slayer
bad b*tch, evil kid, took her to my lair
save all the flavor, don’t save her for later, yeah
ayy, uh, huh, you get poppеd, i ain’t cardin’ up
i still milly rock on all your blocks, huh, yeah, ayy
she gon’ ride my d*ck likе a harley
stop me, time for me to roll up the molly
uh, ayy, huh, ayy
molly in my double cup
i got two blunt, what you call that? a doubledot
pull up on scene, choppa hit his ass, hit him up
ambulance stay on my phone like somebody can pick him up, yeah
ayy, you a b*tch n*gga, ya dig?
i’m a ditch digger, huh
you get disfigured
washed up like a dish, n*gga
ball hard, i’m a swish n*gga, uh
i’ll shoot one time, one time, i won’t miss in n*ggas, ayy, yeah
that just how it goes pull up on the scene with a different ho
“all girls are the same” on a radio
i remember when they was callin’ me h*lla crazy bro, yeah
now i’m up next, huh, ayy
this sh*t come in tighter, it’s some rough s*x, uh, ayy
pull up on the scene with a new, huh, tec
white girl give me good brain, a rough neck
you don’t really want no smoke, nah ayy
you know that that sh*t not in your best interest
‘member stayin’ close of ebay and pinterest
now i’m goin’ hard, ain’t no kevin durant, yeah
[verse 3]
i solded out the blue, yeah, huh
i solded out the blue, yeah, huh
it was me then it was you
see i never played the fool
they told me that i should’ve stayed in school
i solded out the blue
it was me then it was you
see i never played the fool
they say i should’ve stayed in school
but i flunked out, got my money up
leave the trunk out in case he runin’ up
i don’t gotta tote the gun because my brother will, huh
i don’t gotta hit you up because my brother k!lls
i don’t really got no time for the drama, no
i’m the president rollie, feelin’ like obama, ho
ak on my hip, i call that sh*t little osama, ho
all my n*ggas gettin’ money, you know this just how it go, uh
n*ggas iffy,uh, got the sticky tucked, feel like gummo
closet lookin’ like a gunshow, let you guys know
they don’t want no problems, goon and a goblin
i’m a god at this rap sh*t so i went and cuffed the goddess, huh
what you on? i’m just tryna be modest
i’m flyin’ without tryin’, call that sh*t autopilot
my gun a librarian, you know it keeps the silence
f*ck all of that, stop the violence, i guess that i’m violent, ya dig?
i’ma f*ck your b*tch to some jimi hendrix
she say my music lyrics are demented
i say is funny baby, you just don’t get them, ya dig?
i’ma f*ck her to some jimi hendrix
she tell me that my lyrics are demented
they funny baby, you just never get them
pop a xan, i f*cked her, then forget
pop it like a zit
pull up on the scene, choppa aimin’ with the stick, yeah
i don’t got no problems same the place, same the pic, yeah
r. kelly with that b*tch, i’ma take a p*ss, yeah
tell ’em rest in peace, yeah, tell ’em rest in clips, yeah
tell ’em rest in this, yeah, they can suck a d*ck, yeah
blackout the night, d*mn, look like an eclipse, yeah
they was talkin’ down to me, way to how get hit, yeah
i make hit after hit, i won’t miss, check my stacks
run up on me, you get popped
after that i pop a flat
may hit yo’ b*tch from the back
she gon’ have a asthma attack
run up with that choppa, yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m finna let it blast
that b*tch sing just like cece winans
f*ckin’ now she moanin’ if she want it, uh

- juice wrld lyrics

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