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left, right* - juice wrld lyrics

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[verse 1: juice wrld]
… to the chest, slit, to your neck
talking sh*t?
up that chopper quick
if you disrepect
rockin’ that rick
oh is he rockin’ that rick?
used to [?] cars with it
oh you valeting cars, parking and sh*t?
here go a 100$, come park my whip, b*tch
huh, i’ma let that breathe, oh
i’ma f*ck that b*tch
hit her from the back quick
then i make her leave, oh
got a gun with a stick
some say it’s a d*ck
bullets shot like a harpoon
these n*ggas be thinking they real
but they ’bout as real as cartoons, hah
for real
b*tch, you know the deal
on the super*moon and i ain’t grabbin’ the wheel
i [?] when i’m off of the pill
some of you n*ggas be screaming out [?]
i doubt you n*ggas be ridin’ for real
shout*out to meek, ’cause he do it for real
shout*out to philly, they do it for real
i’m from chicago where n*ggas get k!lled
my chop like the [?]
[?]
shoot a n*gga like [?]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah!
[chorus: juice wrld]
i f*ck on this b*tch with a fourth of bicardi, uh
i just might shoot up the party
chopper will grill a n*gga like bar*b, uh
that b*tch is fake like a barbie
[?] probably, uh
make her pop p*ssy, no ali
hit him with a left*right, left*right ali, uh
boy these little iffy n*ggas try me, let’s go

[verse 2: g herbo & juice wrld]
you in the [?] like carly, uh
tell a n*gga momma “i’m sorry”, uh
ride in the lamb’, not a ‘rari, uh
rockin’ vlone like i’m bari, uh
trees in the woods like safari, uh
he just might shoot up the party, uh
runnin’ it up like i’m [?], uh
threw the “b” up like i’m carti
industry scarred me
gotta be hard me
if he a target, k!ll him reguardless
my n*ggas chargin’, ’cause they r*t*rded
b*tch i’m a [?], but i eat garlic
i’m from chiraq where we catchin’ bodies
brodie got [?], he from new orleans
ball like a all*star, i’m not from charlotte
juice rich as f*ck now, p*ssy, i called it
swervo told me “we gon’ get it regardless”, so
b*tch, we gon’ get it regardless
run up on me, n*gga is you r*t*rded, uh?
we dump out sh*t like the garbage, uh
we call up the gang, we call up the warden, uh
ya’ll n*ggas know i’m from [?]
i got this [?]
f*ck ass n*gga, just stop it
[chorus: juice wrld]
i f*ck on this b*tch with a fourth of bicardi, uh
i just might shoot up the party
chopper will grill a n*gga like bar*b, uh
that b*tch is fake like a barbie
[?] probably, uh
make her pop p*ssy, no ali
hit him with a left*right, left*right ali, uh
boy these little iffy n*ggas try me, let’s go

[verse 3: g herbo]
you want rich, b*tch?
look at my audience
hit my accountant
who want to get out of it?
high off the [?]
…

- juice wrld lyrics

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