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cha ching/rental freestyle - juice wrld lyrics

told my soul
take her to the soul taking
i’ma turn a broke n*gga to a money making
talkin’ bout myself, legend in the making
world is mine for the taking, they can’t take it
all these b*tches are basic, but they my favorite
slow it up when i f*ck like i’m in the matrix
i ain’t ever give no f*ck [?]
all girls are the same on a b*tch playlist
a b*tch from colorado that was gettin’ n*ggas
the same b*tches tryna’ hit my dm counting figures
i ain’t tryna’ f*ck with her, i’ma f*ck on her
i ain’t tryna’ f*ck with her, i’ma f*ck on her
i ain’t tryna’ f*ck with her, i’ma f*ck on her
she call me a f*ck n*gga, i’m a f*ck n*gga
this sh*t gon’ be hard
life is a book time to turn the page
i’ma run it like a race, i’m in first place
i’ma bolt to the cash like i’m usain
uh, batman shoes like i’m bruce wayne
uh, in my lane i do my thang
uh, presidential watch that designer game
uh, [?] double cup, no purple rain

another life, sometimes i wish i was in another life
sometimes i wish that i had another b*tch
sike, i just double up and f*ck another wife
uh, pull up in a ghost, that’s the poltergeist
uh, peek*a*boo, uh*huh, oh, ray charles shades won’t peek at you
uh*huh, tying up balenciaga shoes, uh*huh
all i do is win, i cannot f*cking lose, uh, takin’ w’s
pull up, swervin’ on my old block, avenue
thirty shots up in the glizzy, yeah that’ll do
i shoot it if a n*gga try to give me attitude, yeah
who are you? i feel like we lost or somethin’ you can get the clue
all these b*tches [?]
assumptions about you, prolly’ got h*lla’ hoes tryna’ come through
i do, like a marriage, but just drop that sh*t miscarriage
i’ma fall out, uhm, ferris, buela skip school feelin’ like i’m berris
uh, huh, i graduation on you loser, i graduated on a loser
you want beef, well i love steak, real life lets not do computers
send him my address, after that i’ma wish him the best
i be [?] like gilber’ the realest with the gun and the rhyme
our test, yeah, i’ma grip it like a tech pitbull
she was aiming for my neck, pitbull
she hispanic and french, ballout
why they sleeping on a b*tch
uh, kid cudi with the huh*uh, oh
bad b*tch, yeah i’m bound to make her cu*u*um
on her knees like can you give me so*o*o*ome
stick my d*ck in her throat, is it do*o*o*one
i just took another perky and another perky
it done fly, they kicked in, i pray to god they working
lord knows they’ll cut deep, i think i need a surgery
so many perkys’ i think i turned to a perky
pulled up in a parking lot, i don’t park alot
i don’t drive alot, but you know that i’ll swerve alot
the delorean, i’m feelin’ like my n*ggas fly
everyday i’m gettin’ low so i have to get high

the studio, my hair twisted style, dope, i feel like coolio
this gucci and poochie up on me, no f*ck coochie hoe
feel like i’m biggie smalls, money don’t weigh coochie though
oh, this beat hard as f*ck, (thanks man)
sip, up six feet, white b*tches, rough neck me
pull up on a scene, like a shoe stop
even though sometimes i don’t feel like my shoe will stop
vroom vroom, i just a bought me a super car
if i’ma drive that, b*tch we’ll go super far
in the back of the benz’, gettin’ top from a friend
the night never ends, it’s forever uh, uh
in the back of the benz’, gettin’ top from a friend
the night never ends, it’s forever uh, uh
mask on my face, calvin klein
ap on my wrist, uh for the time
i ain’t worried bout’ yours, i’m bout’ mine
make a n*gga stop at a green like why
why he treat that sh*t like a stop sign
rich foes, f*ck it, he can have the stop sign
you ain’t bout’ yours, n*gga worry bout’ mine
i can turn a numb b*tch to a columbine
i mean it, i mean a [?] but that .40 on me
i turn your block to columbine
i’m blowing transformers off from this perc
i, might pull on em with that choppa’ like *uprise
ooh, uh, back in, back this, i’ma hit her from the back end
girlfriend doing coke off her napkin, i don’t know what the f*ck just happened
oh, uh, oh yeah, i’m a real n*gga, you don’t wanna go there
so look, on my wrist, n*gga huh, no flare
f*ckin’ on your b*tch cause i don’t care

f*cking all the pressure, that lil’ b*tch she know that i’m the one
she wanna get next to me, told you n*ggas that i’m higher
i’m on another level, i went to h*ll and shot my deuce
i beat the f*ck outta the devil, yeah
diamonds on my wrist, i need another bezel
metallica when i load the choppa’ that’s heavy metal
you know i’m driving the fastest, faster the pedal medal
talking stupid to me, shoot you like a rebel
like a motherf*cking *cooh* (alr, we cool)

- juice wrld lyrics

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