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fenty (let it go) [session] - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
ayy, b*tch, woah
uh
999
lemme talk my sh*t, uh

[verse 1]
my lil’ b*tch love fendi, huh, she rihanna with that fenty
my gun full as h*ll, boy, please don’t make me empty
n*ggas fool as h*ll boy, they see the real in me
you could catch a sh*ll, boy, f*ck n*gga don’t tempt me
i let it go, i let it go, just let it go, i let it go
f*ck n*gga don’t tempt me, i let it go
i let it go, i let it go, f*ck n*gga don’t tempt me
she ride like a ten*speed, bad b*tch from miami
dive in the p*ssy like ten feet, i was in the cut with a semi
can’t let a f*ck n*gga gеt me
can’t let a f*ck bih’ catch me up
shе can still suck me up, yeah
came in the club with a super*soldier, n*gga no g.i. joe
feel like a giant around these lil’ ass n*ggas, n*gga no fee*fi*fo
she wanna f*ck, she want the henny involved, b*tch i drunk it all
just sit back, let me break your back
just like i break the law, yeah

[chorus]
pew*pew*pew*pew*pew*pew*pew*pew*pew*pew*pew, ayy, yuh
ball so hard i took that b*tch inside the bank, yeah, whoa
woke up rich, a n*gga talkin’, but he can’t, yeah, ayy
run up, you get hit, that choppa like a snake, yeah, woah
[verse 2]
i told you that i don’t got time for the snakes, yeah, whoa
run up, you get hit, that choppa wake and bake, yeah, woah
that lil’ b*tch gon’ suck and f*ck on the first date, yeah, ayy
i’m gon’ probably f*cking cum all on her face, yeah, ayy
ball so hard, i do that sh*t like every day, yeah
shoot my shot with every b*tch, i fade away, yeah, ayy
don’t got a glock, then i’ma use a razor blade, yeah, woah
gold in my mouth, my clock, lil’ b*tch no flavor flav, yeah, whoa
get so rich that i could sh*t up on my ex, yeah
should’ve thought before you sent that f*cking text, yeah
i’m just finna put my d*ck inside my next, yeah, huh
f*ck her once and then i gotta make an exit, yeah
i’m in the past tense, woah
run up, i’m blastin’
i’m taking off just like nasa
she do the coke off the napkin, uh
white like napkin, huh, ayy
n*gga you fake as f*ck, you be cappin’, yuh, ayy

[pre*verse]
like a poetry slam, i be snappin’, hmm, ayy
n*ggas be talkin’ sh*t, but what happens to them?
pull up on him, that gun get to blastin’ at him, yeah
all i do is get money, i just be cashing on them
[verse 3]
felt like just the other day i was underpaid, yeah
everyday they in my dm’s tryna get laid, yeah
santa claus, got three hoes, and they all gettin’ slayed, yeah
vvs, wrist on froze, like a f*ckin’ sleigh, yeah
hoo, keep that, i didn’t ask for the feedback
i take a perky to relapse, i take a perky to relax
she break my heart, i don’t react (yeah)
she break my heart, i don’t react (oh yeah)
she break my heart, i don’t react
she break my heart, i don’t react
she ride me like a semi, yeah
she ride me like a ten*speed, yeah
run up on a n*gga, i’ma hit him, yeah
choppa on his ass gonna get him
he a p*ssy ass n*gga, i ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ a kitten
i get it, i get it, ooh
bad lil’ b*tch, i hit it for a minute
pull her hair when a young n*gga in it, ooh
ball so hard, i’m in it
serve it like tennis, dennis the menace, ooh
run up, you may get diminished
i wash you like dishes lil’ n*gga, you tripping, ooh
f*ck out your feelings, i’m winning, you lose
uh, all of these b*tches be choosing
look in the mirror, “the f*ck am i doing?”
i get so high, yeah, they think that i’m stupid, nah
[pre*verse]
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
look at her staring, that b*tch over there
look at mclaren, take off in the air
pull up on a n*gga, i don’t care

[verse 4]
b*tch, i see you there, you in the cut, you stop and stare
he say he gon’ k!ll me, baby girl, i ain’t ever care
i’m houdini with these b*tches, make ’em disappear
i get ’em outta here, raincoat on me, no paul revere
d*mn, hundred round drum on me, no reload
gun gon’ sing, no glee show (yuh)
bape on my cape, no hero (come on)
vvs cold, sub*zero
off the molly, getting lost like nemo
steal bike, pull off like deebo
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
hundred round drum, no reload, uh
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
hundred round drum, no reload, uh
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
hundred round drum, no reload, uh
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
yeah, insurance, no geico, uh
swim in the p*ssy, feel like michael, uh
i do not f*ck with disciples, uh
i could put that sh*t on the bible, uh
big ass rifle, eiffel, uh
tower sh*t, no eiffel, uh
huh, my gun a football player, i load that b*tch, it tackle ya, uh
bad b*tch on my d*ck, she wanna f*ck for free, mhm
i got the clout, cash, cash, so she be f*ckin’ on me, uh
vacuum ho, way that she suckin’ on me, uh, yeah
pretty life, but these b*tches be so ugly, uh, yeah

[pre*chorus]
stop it, stop real quick, this sh*t hard
huh, fresher, uh, yeah
i wanna f*ck, mhm
that’s so real, uh
choppa on me no reload
living on, haha

[chorus]
d*mn, hundred round drum on me, no reload
gun gon’ sing, no glee show
bape on my cape, no hero
vvs cold, sub*zero
off the molly, getting lost like nemo
steal bike, pull off like deebo
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
hundred round drum, no reload, uh
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
hundred round drum, no reload, uh
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh
hundred round drum, no reload, uh
up, down, left, right, that’s a cheat code, uh

[pre*chorus]
uh, yeah, uh (you’s a b*tch, boy)
yeah
get racks on the regular (uh*huh, uh*huh)
racks on the regular, racks on the regular (uh*huh, uh*huh)

[chorus]
i’ma get the cash, that’s forever, get it on the regular (cash)
we separate, not together (yeah), keep it that way forever (yeah)
margiela all on my sweater (uh*huh), it get yo’ girl wetter (uh*huh)
run up on me, my hand on beretta (uh*huh), hit you and your beretta (uh*huh)
i’m ballin’ out the stadium (cash), you can’t ball better (swish)
you know i got moncler on me (yeah), in the cold weather
(yeah, yeah)
i knock ’em out, left*right, left*right, uppercut, n*gga, mayweather (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
my vvs on me, all white, all white, it look like sleigh weather
(bling, bling, bling), uh*huh

[verse 5]
as i hop in the ride (skrrt)
got yo’ thot, she inside (got yo’ thot)
hand on my glock, i won’t trust (grrah)
run up on me, you gon’ die (grahh, grahh)
perkies on the way
three to the face, d*mnit, i’m too high (yeah, yeah, yeah, i can’t)
i don’t wan’ take these percs no more
but if i don’t take ’em, feel like i’m gon’ die (yeah, yeah)
and i gotta live for ’em (i gotta live)
that choppa on me, pull up, grrah, grrah
make him run, forrest (make him run)
he say he wanna fight, f*ck that
i got a gun for him (i got a gun)
i’m yo’ father, b*tch why bother?
you is my son, boy (you my son)
run up on me then that chopper got heat kinda like the sun, boy (kinda like the sun)
my brother locked up, need to let him out just like akon, boy
(just like akon)
ak in the back of the truck, al qaeda on it, osam’, boy (osam’)
if you lookin’ for me, i’m prolly puttin’ d*ck up in yo’ mom, boy
(put d*ck in yo’ momma, yeah)

[chorus]
i’ma get the cash, that’s forever, get it on the regular
we separate, not together, keep it that way forever
margiela all on my sweater, it get yo’ girl wetter
run up on me, my hand on beretta, hit you and your beretta
i’m ballin’ out the stadium, you can’t ball better
you know i got moncler on me in the cold weather
i knock ’em out, left*right, left*right, uppercut, n*gga, mayweather
my vvs on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh*huh

[verse 6]
two to the face, i’m okay (i’m gone)
get away with crimes like o.j, uh (yeah)
lean on me, no o.j, uh (yeah)
vvs clear like blu*ray, uh (gleam)
triple nine on my wrist, no slit (slit)
b*tch told me that she would slit her wrist (slit her wrist)
stop acting p*ssy, no cl*toris
man up, ellen degenerous (yeah)
uh, i was generous
i’m done being a gentleman
f*ck up out your feelings b*tch (b*tch)
i don’t give a f*ck what you feeling, b*tch
all this over some silly sh*t (yeah)
you must have some mental damage, eh
we can play games if you wanna play
game over, game over, you know i win
how does it feel to be the loser? i’m poppin’ pills (b*tch)
how does it feel to be the loser? i’m askin’ for real
(i’m askin’ for real, real, real)
uh, this is a miracle (nah)
nah, this some bullsh*t
it’s really yourself you embarrassing

[chorus]
i’ma get the cash, that’s forever (uh), get it on the regular (uh*huh)
we separate, not together (uh), keep it that way forever
(skrrt, skrrt, uh*huh)
margiela all on my sweater (margiela), it get yo’ girl wetter
(oh yeah)
run up on me, my hand on beretta (oh yeah), hit you and your beretta (grahh, grahh, grahh)
i’m ballin’ out the stadium (uh), you can’t ball better (uh*uh)
you know i got moncler on me (uh*huh) in the cold weather
(uh*huh)
i knock ’em out, left*right, left*right, uppercut, n*gga, mayweather
my vvs on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh*huh

[verse 7]
yeah, yeah, i’m back on it
your b*tch, she wanna f*ck
i tell her “cool”, i’m feeling lonely
run up on me, brand new gun
tommy on me, maccy on me
i get cheese, no macaroni, uh
i can turn your brains into some f*ckin’ mastaccholi
uh, huh, all on the floor, dead president on me just like a mourge (huh, yuh)
your b*tch a wh0re, run up on me you get put on the floor
(uh, yeah)
kickflip work just like a skateboard
your b*tch back in this, break it like a record

[pre*chorus]
i’m in the studio, all i do is push record (hoo)
platinum, platinum, plat’, yeah that’s me boy (that’s me boy)
hoo, keep that, i run this sh*t, don’t need the feedback
perky on perky, i relapse, i run the sh*t, better get back

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