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lose me - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
aight bro this sh*t finna go… (ahahah)
i’m finna be talkin’ bout’ sh*t
hey look bro, you got 2 minutes to do this sh*t
alright bet
2 minutes let’s go
watch this, just watch
enviyon on the mix

[verse]
i f*ck that b*tch in my room
talkin’ that sh*t til’ i come through with choppas
i’m k!llin’ him and k!llin’ you, huh
all of my n*ggas get cash, uh
run up on me then you lose, uh
all these b*tches finna choose, yeah
all these b*tches finna choose me
she say she ain’t tryna suck, b*tch
lil’ b*tch you finna lose me
i get that money and i get that coochie
i swear i rock louis and gucci, huh
run up on me then my clip like a movie
i shoot at your sh*t like a groupie, uh
hoes in my d*ck and they swallow my kids
’cause they know i’m the man and i’m with it, hey
ballin’ i feel like a champion
come through with gucci all over my fit, uh
hoes in my d*ck and they f*ck, uh
told you i don’t give a f*ck, uh
run up on me you get f*cked up
lil’ n*gga i don’t give a f*ck, uh
all of my n*ggas get cash, what?
stack that sh*t up that’s a must, yeah
run up on me then i bust, yeah
in my glock 9 i’ma trust, yeah
f*ckin’ on a b*tch cause i want to
kick that lil’ b*tch like some kung*fu
cook all that crack like it’s [?]
hit a motherf*cker with a combo
servin’ that sh*t like cilantro, d*mn
i got your b*tch in my condo, uh
i got your b*tch in my condo, d*mn
f*ckin’ that b*tch it ain’t nothing
you run up on me then with shotties i’m bussin’, hey
i just been counting my money
i stack it and flip it i’m counting them hundreds, hey
i may pull up in a hummer, i’m drummin’ i’m f*ckin’ my nina she cumin
f*ckin’ that nina she cumin’, i’m balling like westbrook of okc thunder, hey
sh*t on that boy like a plunger, hey
run up on me then i’m dumpin’
the police lookin’ but your body in dumpster, yeah
n*ggas be talkin’ that sh*t, but they never make money they just make assumptions, uh
yeah, hold up, wait, wait
uh, b*tch on my d*ck and she suckin’
i swear that she f*ckin’ it really ain’t nothing
feelin’ like kobe, i’m getting these buckets
f*ckin’ your girl when she leave i’m like f*ck it
call her a uber, i leave the house with a ruger
i cannot f*ck with a loser
your b*tch a chooser
i met that lil’ b*tch at hooters
grabbing all over her [?]
don’t f*ck with school
so they calling me ferris bueller
she ridin’ me like a mula
i may pull up in that rari’ you hearing that motor
run up on me then it’s over
i got that glock on my hip, b*tch you know you got [?]
i know these haters got [?]
i feel like i am a terrorist, i am explosive
glock on my hip, it’s reloadin’, hey
b*tch on my d*ck and she f*ck me i met her on a first date
suck me on the first date, uh
i run this sh*t like a relay
usain bolt b*tch i came in first place
i blow your candles out, glock on my hip and i caught his ass like ain’t no birthday, uh
he talkin’ sh*t til’ i ran on his house and i k!lled his ass right in his birthplace, uh

- juice wrld lyrics

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