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juice wrld - cobra freestyle* (mic check freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1]
alright, i may talk sh_t but all the sh_t i talk real
you will get popped like a n_gga pop feels
i can f_ck a b_tch anytime i want don’t cop feels
all these n_ggas ain’t sh_t but some b_tches
ho ass n_ggas and some snitches, i don’t see the difference
i just got gucci on my britches
pull up on the scene, i’ma k!ll ’em
fry that n_gga like a sk!llet, make his b_tch get on her knees for forgiveness
if a n_gga play wit’ me we gon’ catch him, make him strip naked then blast him
taking off like i’m on nasa chains ’round my neck but b_tch i’m a slave master
these n_ggas ain’t rich they rich backwards
lost my father i guess i’m a rich b_st_rd
and that’s word to your hood n_gga
you ain’t ’bout that action send them verbs to your hood n_gga
but i ain’t talking about them words, i still got wordplay
pull up on the scene single choppa like beyoncé
3k on a fit b_tch, ain’t no andre
finna take a b_tch straight shifts straight to bombay
if i go broke then it’s back to the coke
whippin’ soap in the kitchen wit’ my bro
r.i.p. to the ones that died, i really miss ’em
r.i.p. to my great grams, wish i could kiss her
pull up on the scene wit’ the choppa faster than twister
hang a motherf_cker like the triple k n_gga
i don’t f_ck with these n_ggas, f_ck all these n_ggas
rushin’ i for the money, chris tuck’ in me n_gga
they don’t think i’m finna charge sh_t
b_tch i’m like boss that’s what i’ma—
[verse 2]
ayy, listen, ayy, ayy, listen, ayy
on these beats i’ma murder, freestyle no murmurin’
what’s yo’ name n_gga i ain’t never heard of ya?
you think that i’m scared of ya?
desert eagle on me it’s gonna shoot for the green
i guess that’s the larry bird in us
hey, i don’t make a fuss and sh_t
i’m probably on a mission with your girl f_cking sh_t
i ain’t with that cuffing sh_t, the loving sh_t, the type to get my d_ck sucked in public quick
i’m a freestyle master, you know that it’s true
ayy word to my religion cause i know that it’s true
ayy word to gucci and louis you know that’s my shoes
if i pull up i’m shooting i aim that b_tch out the roof
you don’t want no smoke, you don’t want no cancer
i’ma sh_t on these n_ggas, please mind my manners, uh
back in school rolling weed in my planner, uh
i guess i ain’t really have no plans or somethin’
but a n_gga richer than most
and you get it don’t forget it, i’ma pull up and blow
i be wit’ it all my n_ggas defy n_ggas like physics, shut the f_ck up and listen
i been popping these pills, filling up my prescriptions
i feel great i’m hungry but then again i still ate
that glock it got 23 _ 7, i hit your ass with that mac i pass my bro the 11
he hit your ass in your back, you don’t know how to act
these n_ggas in atlanta still pouring up fake act
what the f_ck is wrong with them, boy your ass off track
thinking you was talking sh_t but when i talk sh_t back
you don_don’t have sh_t to say, i ain’t really finna talk at all
i’ma just finna have my homie draw you up and chalk you off
i don’t got no time for this sh_t, i don’t talk at all
i’m a dog but i bite yeah, i ain’t barking dawg
ayy, i put a silence on the gun and let it whisper to ya
i promise i ain’t scared of no competition
and since y’all wanna talk about having drive, i feel mayweather cause i’m driving like bugatti engine
i’m in the back with my n_ggas, don’t got no henchmen
i feel like a god but i will not grant forgiveness
and when i’m through i ain’t finna leave a witness
these n_ggas p_ssy so i’m finna k!ll a kitten
yo’ b_tch got a p_ssy i’m finna k!ll the kitten
all these n_ggas ain’t sh_t but some f_cking b_tches
i ain’t really got time for these f_cking b_tches
i just f_ck they b_tches and then it’s f_ck them b_tches, ayy
that’s how it goes, yo’ b_tch like drake cause she run with her woes
i’ma finna catch her and a couple of hoes
f_ck at the hotel then tell her she gotta go
the glocky get to kissing n_ggas no mistletoe
one shot a piece i ain’t plannin’ on missing ho
matter a fact try me, i do you like dej loaf
and leave yo ass in heaven wit’ a motherf_ckin’ halo, uh, ha
i’m a k!ller for real, uh, but i be with them k!llers for real, uh
banana clip will drill you for real, uh, then i’m gone we gon’ drill you for real
if you want smoke hit my line, we could address it
but i ain’t texting back, h_ll nah you’ll get the message
when we pull up to your block wit’ a smith & wesson
if you at a hotel, we’ll catch you at the westin, f_ck n_gga

- juice wrld lyrics

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