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so hard (shit talk) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
lil’ mexico, yeah, ayy, yo, mexico, uh*huh
uh*huh, yeah
i go so hard
godd*mn

[chorus]
i go so hard, i go so hard
i’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk (stick)
we don’t say sh*t at all, we don’t like that sh*t talk
ain’t no off days at all, but we get them bricks off (brick, brick)
i sip wockhardt (lean), with the moonrock (skrrt)
in that bentley truck, yes i feel exotic
your sh*t ain’t there yet (yeah), put some drip on it (yeah)
i’ll take your whole check (yeah), and then i sh*t on it
[verse 1]
rollie white as f*ck, like i just put a brick on it (what else?)
your rollie fake as f*ck, boy you can hear the tick on it
the way she suck me up, i thought it was a tick on me (ooh)
i get thе money, then i split it with my big homies (ooh)
you show your man off, that n*gga ain’t got sh*t on mе (hoo)
my clothing like my state of mind, i got revenge on me (hoo)
f&n on me (phew), that’s a sick homie (phew)
not big enough, my sh*t will smoke you like a cig homie
i bought a couple gucci coats, ’cause it’s a cold world (yeah)
i dropped the pill in the lean, watch it fizz on me
ain’t enough love for me in the whole world
my apologies, my heart be getting big on me

[verse 2]
sip so much, everybody think that i’m gon’ die on it
i put my heart into this sh*t like i just cried on it
my brother flippin’ in his grave, there’s n*ggas lyin’ on him
his homies wasn’t ever my homies
n*ggas get to shootin’ like they prigioni
i get lean straight from houston, that’s the whitney on me
you see that bag ’round my neck
that’s the semi on me (yeah, yeah)
if i got a backpack it’s probably cause it’s a titty on it
i spent ten racks all on shoes, h*lla kicks on me
it make me feel some type of way, like my name rich homie
new balenciaga’s on me, i bought two pairs
they ain’t runners but you n*ggas know i’m still runnin’
ya dig?
[chorus]
i go so hard (haha), i go so hard (haha)
i’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk (stick)
we don’t say sh*t at all, we don’t like that sh*t talk
ain’t no off days at all, but we get them bricks off (brick, brick)
i sip wockhardt (lean), with the moonrock (skrrt)
in that bentley truck, yes i feel exotic
your sh*t ain’t there yet (yeah), put some drip on it (yeah)
i’ll take your whole check (yeah), and then i sh*t on it

- juice wrld lyrics

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