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cheese and dope freestyle - juice wrld lyrics

everybody doin’ that cheese and dope challenge on instagram, that’s funny
you not trolling me with that sh*t? (what?)
cheese and dope sh*t, that project pat (yeah)

b*tch, i’m better, b*tch, i’m better, b*tch, i’m better, b*tch, i’m better
i do better, i do better, i do better, i do better
you wanna fight? you wanna fight? you wanna fight? you wanna fight?
juice mayweather, juice mayweather, juice mayweather, juice mayweather (ha*ha*ha)
look at the way i’ma spit this sh*t, look at the way i used to hit them l!cks
i was back in the chi’, i was runnin’ through the 6, like drake, but i don’t got no woes for sh*t
pull up on the scene with the chopper, like: d*mn
n*gga shoot him in his face, but it hit his b*tch
all i know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after i make you flip
smokin’ on dope, smokin’ on dope, sellin’ that dope, i’m in the trap
used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab
fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house
but if you was tweakin’, f*ck it, load that clip when i kick you out
i got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of f*ckin’ dope
i got p’s, coke, and some k!llers at the door
n*ggas fake, lip syncin’, milli vanilli on these hoes
i’m just poppin’ like a wheelie, like meek milly on a go, ayy
off of the molly, i’m a whole different person
snakes in the grass, but i see the serpent
run up on me, i get to murkin’
gun is a bird, it get to chirpin’
ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me i’m pretty, i say: i’m prettier in person, ooh, ayy
i thank god every day, he bless me, this discernment
i see demons, i see demons, i see angels, uh
my eyes are like cameras, and i see it from different angles, uh, ayy
run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh*uh, ayy
boy, this b*tch i pocket, huh, yeah, i got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
project pat, uh, i’m a project kid, uh
hit you in yo’ stomach, bullets, you digestin’ it
i never had no section 8, no, i lived in that section a
up universe park, that’s where i was at, that’s where we f*ckin’ stayed, ayy
we was in cal’ park, ayy, uppin’ the hunnids, ayy, ayy
n*ggas in rosen, ay, ay, gettin’ that money, ayy, ayy
over ease up in the streets, actin’ grimey, ayy, ayy
i ain’t thug, but some my n*ggas’ll get real slimey, ayy, ayy
huh, . 40 with that 30, i deserve it
i’m ballin’ for that green, i’m shootin’ on my larry bird sh*t
n*ggas know what’s up, i’m in the kitchen, like i’m curry
whippin’, whippin’, flippin’ chickens, harold’s to the churches
n*ggas know what’s up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery
ballin’, jimmy butler, rushin’, i was chrissy tucker, please
get the f*ck back, ‘fore we f*ck up ‘yo set
droppin’ sets, loading tec’s
hit your face and yo’ neck
b*tch, i’m ballin’, don’t need rebounds, i’m dunkin’ on the b*tch
up in school, i couldn’t do no work, i was flunking in that b*tch
high as f*ck, off the xans, sleep in class, f*ck the work
matter fact, after class, i was probably selling work
i had addy’s for the 30, i had vyvanse for the 10
i had all types of xans, i used to pass that to my friends
who get high up beside lunch, after that, probably skip school
i was ridin’ ’round the city with my motherf*ckin’ tool, uh
used to leave the burbs, go back to the city
gun with a pretty pea coat, pretty ricky
you get shot in yo’ back, if you think this sh*t sweet
mask on me, it ain’t halloween, still trick or treat
all these hoes wanna f*ck on me, they can’t get d*ck for free
matter fact, can’t get d*ck at all, ’cause these b*tches ain’t for me
they be triflin’, they be triflin’, tryna rob, tryna scheme
if a b*tch tryna set my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh
see, my gun is bis*xual, it also knows a lot of big words, it’s perplexual
see, b*tch, i be flexin’, and my life is on a pedestal
i’m just like kiss or sum’, i got that heavy metal, and i’m rockin’

- juice wrld lyrics

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