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jacexy - look alive [remix] كلمات الأغنية

[intro: drake, blocboy jb & lil juice]
tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-s up!
yeah, yeah (ooh)
yeah (ooh)
6 god, blocboy, 6 god, blocboy (ooh) (word)
6 god, blocboy, 6 god, blocboy (ooh) (blocboy, 6 god)
yeah (hey)

[chorus: drake & blocboy jb]
901 shelby drive, look alive, look alive (‘live)
n-gg-s came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word)
oh well, f-ck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, f-ck ’em)
i get racks to go outside and i split it with the guys (outside)
we up on the other side, n-gg-s actin’ like we tied
i’ve been gone since, like, july, n-gg-s actin’ like i died
they won’t be expectin’ sh-t when capo go to slide (hah)
’cause i told them that we put that sh-t behind us but i lied (hah)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
ayy, ayy, they don’t understand (uh)
i got the upper hand (uh)
poppin’ like rubber bands (uh)
i may k!ll your friend (uh)
i may k!ll your man (uh)
then i may just f-ck you on this trip, let’s go to j-pan (uh)
i’m up in tokyo, coolin’ like uber, everywhere (yeah, aye)
i may shoot him in broad day, i never care (yeah, aye)
look alive, that sh-t bright, solar flare? (uh, aye)
home run, going, gone, it’s out of here (yeah, aye)
me and westwood smoking on a backwood (uh)
pre-rolled for the good, that’s a packed wood (yeah, aye)
i may just pop some percies (uh)
i pray to god they working (uh)
sh-t cut too deep, surgeon (uh)
pull up on the scene then i merk him (uh)
turn to a whole different person (uh)
flex on a b-tch like percules, matter of fact call me hercules (ha)
same old person (ha, aye)
f-ck on that b-tch, yeah, aye, she from taiwan-a (ha, aye)
i cannot roll woods, she roll my marijuana (uh)

[verse 2: blocboy jb]
b-tch, come through (through)
you and you (you)
i’ma get the money (word)
dr—dr—drizzy get the loot (the loot)
pu—pu—pull up with that draco (huh?)
play with drake and i’ma shoot (that’s on my mama)
my—my—my weapon be a instrument
i’ll blow you like a flute (rrah)
ni—ni—n-gg- play so he feelin’ it (feelin’ it)
pu—pull up broad day with a k, now he shiverin’ (he shiverin’)
drop a n-gg- like he litterin’ (huh?)
w—w—we at your door like we the delivery (yeah, yeah, yeah)
he not a plug, he middle man (middle man)
that—that n-gg- brown like cinnamon (cinnamon)
i got the rounds like sugar ray robinson (uh)
shot to the chest have you gaspin’ for oxygen (shots)
i’ma spray ’em, just like febreze (huh, like febreze)
came a long way from sittin’ in the nosebleeds (in the nosebleeds)
now a n-gg- on the floor talkin’ to the athletes (to the athletes)
now i’m so close to the game that i could steal the stat sheet (stat sheet)
it’s bloc

- jacexy

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