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barney's freestyle - juice wrld lyrics

[part 1]
bad b*tch at my crib
pull up, i’ma shoot it in his head, i’ma aim at his wig
juice wrld did it again
i blow a cheque in the wind, can’t f*ck with a friend
realest in this b*tch, best believe
choppa on my head, tell a n*gga rest in peace
never gave a f*ck about none of my enemies
realest n*gga when i walk in the vicinity
getting duff money, i feel like i’m hillary
pray to god everyday like it’s a ministry
make a n*gga bleed like a menstrual bleed
i’ma k!ll the motherf*ckin’ instro*beat
best to ever do it, have him leakin’ body fluids
if he f*ck with juice wrld, i’ma end his f*ckin’ movement
n*gga, i’m the sh*t, n*gga, no bowel movement
i feel i’m flocka n*gga, o let’s do it
i make love, then i make music
i take drugs, but i don’t use ’em, i just abuse ’em
n*ggas be beefin’ on computers, i could not f*ck with a loser
your b*tch a chooser, pull up on him, i’m a shooter
clip lookin’ long like a ruler, bullet go through ya
put a bullet hole in your medulla, got versace like i’m f*cking on medusa
go back to school just to put d*ck inside my tutor
yeah, i was f*ckin’ on my tutor
got a problem with me, i’ma pull up on the scene with my ruger
bad b*tch, i think she a cougar
yeah, uh, flow go crazy, uh
f*ck the red coats, yeah, my flow go brazy, uh
like a earthquake, shake this sh*t like haiti, uh
that b*tch do crack like she in the ’80s, uh
big guns on me like i came from the navy, uh
rock a block, choppa fly, never been a baby, uh
i can rap forever, it don’t matter the setting
i’ma pull up on ’em with the watch, watch it set in
two*tone skelly, ap, that’s a one*of*one
pull up on the scene, c*ckin’ back one of them super guns
hit him in his face if he talk tough
had to shut the f*ck up, let my money talk
had to shut the f*ck up, let my money talk
i just sat down, then i let my money walk
got a problem with me, i’ma let the choppa off
grrah, grrah, grrah, you gon’ need a doctor, uh
gettin’ to this cash everyday, uh
say you want beef, i got sh*lls, let’s make tacos
say you got cheese, but that cheese nachos
i get cheese like chips and nachos
pull up on the scene, choppa hit him in his face, woah
then i f*ck his b*tch, bust on her face, that’s a facial
i’m full of sh*t? nah, i’m not a a*hole
my swag go crazy, you ain’t get no dough
i’ma make the b*tch pose for the photo
remember rockin’ ‘preme, it was box on the logo
now it’s moncler on me, this sh*t cost some more dough
five bands for the coat, and cost four, ho
pull up on the scene with my n*ggas, that’s road, ho
why i got money like a dragon? no komodo
n*ggas know what’s up though
i’m sick of all these n*ggas, they be cutthroat
my heart is kinda hurtin’ so it’s f*ck hoes
speakin’ of hoes, i got a bunch of those
pull up on the scene, ballin’ like a finger roll
eyes low from the weed, that’s the demon smoke
hands up when i box, hit the demons though
swaggin’ on these hoes
flexin’ on my exes is what i do, you already know
i’m ballin’ on these n*ggas, i feel like i’m derrick rose
that choppa turn him to a ballerina, on his toes
[part 2]
listen, i’ve been wreckin’ records ever since the adolescence
i feel like a teacher, probably teach a n*gga lessons
in the cut, i’m still toting on my smith & wesson
that’s the bestest, and i’m deadly like a pack of asbestos
i’ve been swaggin’ on these hoes, it’s what i do best
metta world peace, i feel like ron artest
i got my gun, yeah, i got my attack
i got head from a white girl, rough neck
i ball on these hoes, something like can upset
i f*ck the world, man, this sh*t is like rough s*x
i got money, but i ain’t make enough yet
if you ain’t talking ’bout money, then it’s f*ck that
big ‘ol gun on my hip, get the f*ck back before i bust that, everyday i’ma bust stacks
i got a big strap, i got a big b*tch on my lap shakin’ that
you run up on me, choppa’ oven get to bakin’ that
i’m smokin’ kush like everyday i get to blazin’ and that
you run up on me, choppa’ hit him, tear his face apart
you know i’m flyer than that motherf*cker bonaparte
my choppa’ like a chiropractor, break your bones apart
i’ve been smokin’ on this gas like a f*ckin’ fart

- juice wrld lyrics

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