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rental (intro & freestyle) - juice wrld lyrics

[instrumental intro]

[intro]
i told her ride it like a rental, it’s just a rental
i’m not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple
i’m not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple
uh, i told her ride it like a rental
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
after this song, i’m finna ride some dirt bikes
lit, uh*huh
in the hills, f*ckin’ up all the happy houses

[verse 1]
i told her ride it like a rental, it’s just a rental
i’m not with all the sentimentals, just keep it simple
you wanna know what i’m into, so you can get into it
i ain’t tryna get into it, i done been through it
a lot sh*t been on my mental, i done been through it
n*ggas say they gon’ k!ll me, nike, just do it
b*tches say thеy want the real me, thеy sound real stupid
i already told you my relationship with cupid
this sh*t don’t ever work, my heart cold
it’s been cold since i threw it to the south pole (uh)
ap two*tone, yeah, my wrist cold (uh)
straight flawless, the brightest of crystals (uh)
i’m a diamond in the rough, that’s a gem, ho (uh)
got a thing for gemini’s with a bad soul (uh)
i was taught to let live and to let ’em go (uh)
but instead, i just love them and hold ’em close (uh)
opiate addict, it’s f*cking narcos (uh)
heartbreak addict too, i been done wrong (uh)
got a thing for the freaks and the snake hoes (uh)
love s*x so much, need a p*rno (uh)
love head so much, need a deep throat (uh)
i can’t f*ck with her if she don’t got a deep throat (uh)
hunnid fifty for the watch, not a cheap ho (uh)
cubic zirconias, you can keep those (uh)
see a whole different side of me (uh*huh)
need a girl that’ll die for me (uh*huh)
her boyfriend want a rivalry (uh*huh)
her n*gga better come right for me (uh*huh)
i remember when i couldn’t get they time of day
now these hoes wanna spend they time with me (uh*huh)
i remember being little playin’ board games
now i’m playing real*life monopoly (uh*huh)
[bridge]
cha*ching
cha*ching
cha*ching
i wake up in the morning
with an alarm clock in my head
it’s a coach whistle
ayy, somethin’ like a cash register (ayy, uh)
cha*ching (yeah, uh)

[verse 2]
i don’t got to come back ’cause i never left
i could only imagine how that feels, no disrespect
on the right track, i don’t ever go left
need my millions upfront, yeah, plus a bonus
had a big heart, uh, ’til a n*gga sold it
had a good soul, uh, ’til a n*gga sold it
we came from the same place, i made it, you stayed
they wasn’t gon’ hear our story ‘less a real n*gga told it
took his b*tch, yeah, i stole her, i’m gettin’ bolder
i’m sick, n*gga, no ebola, need a ricola
she took my heart, yeah, she stole it and now she own it
my heartbreak on the way, i’m good for the moment
i’m tom hanks with the play, forrest gump runnin’
i get bad news every day, gettin’ high, just in case
fake b00bs to the face, good nudes, m*st*rbate
how rude, baddie with an attitude, give me face
attitude, i don’t like her attitude, let her swallow
she should have an attitude of gratitude, bullets hollow
give ’em to a n*gga like an attitude
.50 shot clip for a n*gga with an attitude
rolls*royce truck, catch me cruisin’ on the avenue
good nut bust from some head, yeah, that’ll do
i ain’t mr. t, nah, i never pity fools
i see how you livin’, to be honest, it’s pitiful
i don’t like much, i’m a chill dude*dude
complicated but it’s kinda simple
call my gun proactiv, you a pimple
catch me interactin’ with your b*tch, ooh*ooh
walk in the room, i’m too smoo*ooth
that’s not me, that’s the percs, ooh*ooh, ooh
’til i die, i’ma work, ooh*ooh, ooh
had to cut down on the syrup, ooh*ooh, ooh
i was sleeping away money, couldn’t wake up and get money
now i’m up tryna get money, give a f*ck what they want from me
i was too heart*broke to get money, yeah, i’m sad, but i’m no dummy
if there’s anything you should take from me
it’s that i’m a confused, young, rich junkie (young, rich junkie)
[freestyle chorus]
this beat hard as f*ck
told my soul “take her to the soul taking”
i’ma turn a broke n*gga to a money making
talkin’ bout myself, legend in the making
world is mine for the taking, they can’t take it
all these b*tches are basic, but they my favorite
slow it up when i f*ck like i’m in the matrix
i ain’t ever give no f*ck [?] sayin’
all girls are the same on a b*tch playlist
a b*tch from colorado that was gettin’ n*ggas
the same b*tches tryna’ hit my dm counting figures
i ain’t tryna’ f*ck with her, i’ma f*ck on her
i ain’t tryna’ f*ck with her, i’ma f*ck on her
i ain’t tryna’ f*ck with her, i’ma f*ck on her
she call me a f*ck n*gga, i’m a f*ck n*gga
this sh*t gon’ be hard

[freestyle verse]
life is a book time to turn the page
i’ma run it like a race, i’m in first place
i’ma bolt to the cash like i’m usain
uh, batman shoes like i’m bruce wayne
uh, in my lane i do my thing
uh, presidential watch that designer game
uh, i’m pourin up prince in the double cup, no purple rain
ay, ay
another life, sometimes i wish i was in another life
sometimes i wish that i had another b*tch
sike, i just double up and f*ck another wife
uh, pull up in a ghost, that’s the poltergeist
uh, peek*a*boo, uh*huh, oh, ray charles shades won’t peek at you
uh*huh, tying up balenciaga shoes, uh*huh
all i do is win, i cannot f*cking lose, uh, takin’ w’s
pull up, swervin’ on my old block, avenue
thirty shots up in the glizzy, yeah that’ll do
i shoot it if a n*gga try to give me attitude, yeah
who are you? i feel like you lost or somethin’ needa get a clue
all these b*tches make assumptions about you
prolly’ got h*lla’ hoes tryna’ come through
i do, like a marriage, but just drop that sh*t miscarriage
i’ma ball out, uhm, ferris, bueller skip school feelin’ like i’m ferris
uh, huh, i graduation on you loser, i graduated on a loser
you want beef, well i love steak, real life let’s not do computers
send him my address, after that i’ma wish him the best
i be wettin’ like gilbert arenas with the gun aimed at ron artest
yeah, i’ma grip it like a tech pitbull
she was aiming for my neck, pitbull
she hispanic and french, ballout
why they sleeping on a b*tch
[freestyle chorus]
i can rap for real, you can catch a bullet in the trap, for real
they sleep on me, takings naps, for real
and i don’t give a f*ck where you at, for real
i grow up with the n*gga that shoot to k!ll
i feel like fresh prince cuz it’s in my will
and i understand what you don’t
like i f*ck a big b*tt and you know you can’t

[freestyle verse 2]
she bad, pay for ass, so now she got a fat
i sp*ce high off the perc, [?]
i can f*ck a b*tch and leave, billy [?]
tryna me if you want, you get smoked like marijuana
throwing n*ggas on the corner
brother locked up, money in the [?]
chef boyardee, been in the kitchen cooking orders
hand slipped, now you ass talking with a disorder
moving money faster than the n*ggas across the border
i’m a rider, nananana*
she a rider and she feeling suicidal
l row, she be putting it in her vitals
i’m her but she in a asylum
uh, kid cudi with the huh*uh, oh
bad b*tch, yeah i’m bound to make her cu*u*um
on her knees like can you give me so*o*o*ome
stick my d*ck in her throat, is it do*o*o*one
i just took another perky and another perky (perky)
it done fly, they kicked in, i pray to god they working (working)
lord knows they’ll cut deep, i think i need a surgeon (surgeon)
so many perkys’ i think i turned to a perky
pulled up in a parking lot, i don’t park a lot
i don’t drive a lot, but you know that i’ll swerve alot
the delorean, i’m feelin’ like marty mcfly
everyday i’m gettin’ low so i have to get high
the studio, my hair twisted style, dope, i feel like coolio
this gucci and pucci up on me, no f*ck coochie, ho
pull up on a scene, like a superstar
even though sometimes i don’t feel like a superstar
vroom vroom, i just a bought me a super car
if i’ma drive that, b*tch we’ll go super far
in the back of the benz’, gettin’ top from her friends
the night never ends, it’s forever uh, uh
in the back of the benz’, gettin’ top from her friends
the night never ends, it’s forever uh, uh
mask on my face, calvin klein
ap on my wrist, uh for the time
i ain’t worried bout’ yours, i’m bout’ mine
make a n*gga stop at a green light, why?
why he treat that sh*t like a stop sign
rich foes, f*ck it, he can have the stop sign
you ain’t bout’ yours, n*gga worry bout’ mine
i can turn a numb b*tch to a columbine
i mean it, i mean a concubine but that .40 on me
i turn your block to columbine
i’m blowing transformers off from this perc
i, might pull on em with that choppa’ like *uprise
ooh, uh, back in, bad b*tch, i’ma hit her from the back end
girlfriend doing coke off her napkin, i don’t know what the f*ck just happened
oh, uh, oh yeah, i’m a real n*gga, you don’t wanna go there
solar, on my wrist, n*gga huh, no flare
f*ckin’ on your b*tch cause i don’t care
f*cking all the pressure, that lil’ b*tch she know that i’m the one
she wanna get next to, told you n*ggas that i’m higher
i’m on another level, i went to h*ll and shot my deuce
i beat the f*ck outta the devil, yeah
diamonds on my wrist, i need another bezel

[freestyle pre*chorus]
metallica when i load the choppa that’s heavy metal
you know i’m driving the fastest, faster the pedal medal
talking stupid to me, shoot you like a rebel
like a motherf*cking *cooh*

[chorus]
*i was sleeping away money, couldn’t wake up and get money
now i’m up tryna get money, give a f*ck what they want from me
i was too heart*broke to get money, yeah, i’m sad, but i’m no dummy
if there’s anything you should take from me
it’s that i’m a confused, young, rich junkie (young, rich junkie)

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