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juice wrld "i bought her" freestyle - juice wrld lyrics

gucci and louis all over my brand new coats
burberry, make a bad b*tch breathe heavy
on a whole, nother leve*y , i’m, high off of this medicine
meditating on n*ggas
that choppa on me with a trigger that make a n*gga hop with kids with tigger
my n*ggas get money for real i ain’t talkin bout tommy but i got the figures
that tommy inside the hilfiger’s i pull it out spit like i’m passin no scrimption
these n*ggas ain’t sh*t but some b*tches i’m disappearin on it just like a wizard
b*tch i’m the flame, n*gga
waka flaka “o let’s do it”, i’m the flame n*gga
aye, kool*aid jammer
i’m totin that hammer, free all my n*ggas locked up in thе slammer, just like a fruit b*tch i’m goin bananas
louis vuitton on the bеlt, louis vuitton on the shirt too
run up on me get murked too, r. kelly with that b*tch i might just go flirt ooh
i switch like nintendo, pull up on him rhymes off of the mental explode like pop when you drop one mento
aye, b*tch i’m dope no antidote
pull up on a scene with a choppa with a 44, pull up with a four o, hangin out the 4*door, dragon like komodo, pose like a photo
aye, you already know tho
audemar wrist with the ap, this so cold run it back go replay me
pull up on a scene 444 jay*z, hit a n*gga with a combo like play me, f*ck you
pull up on a scene like, ima buck you
knuck if you buck run up on me i buck too
choppa on me and it cost like a buck or two
huh, i’m bussin you
where i see myself in two years
sh*ttin on all my peers, the ones that wish that they were right here
a lot of sh*t changed since last year
i’m not the same n*gga as last year
last year was a broke year, but the next year will be the most h*ll
got options, like what am i coppin
where do i wanna go shoppin
like you said, i got options
got money inside of my pocket
my money yeah that is an option
the streets, that’s not an option
i made a whole nother option
freddy krueger when i tote the ruler it’s a scary sight, run up on me n*gga you can die tonight
i ain’t never had to have stage fright, hop up on the stage then i take lives
grab the mic, fresh to death gucci in the afterlife
i’m in a ghost like a poltergeist, triple 9 still f*ck the pastor’s wife
whoah whoah whoah whoah
thank god for the blessings
whoah whoah whoah whoah
in the cut totin on a smith & wesson
i heard you’re hungry, so my glock got the munchies it’ll give yo ass seconds
do you wanna get shot or stabbed n*gga it’s yo choice, it’s a preference
activist i jus been sippin, these n*ggas got foot out or somethin they trippin
you run up on me then i’m ballin like scotty, that didn’t rhyme so guess i’m ballin like pippen, aye huh
b*tch i’m limpin, like i’m pimpin, bathing ape on me i’m chimpin, huh
n*ggas basic, b*tches basic, why you so f*ckin simp

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