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juice wrld - let it buss (studio session) كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
rockin’ them shows with the rémy in my hand, mm
percocets ’cause i ain’t f_ckin’ with no xans, mm
no advance, just them millions in my hand, mm
count it up, ooh, rubber band it
n_ggas stealin’ flows, stupid bandit
too much sauce, you get lost, you can’t handle it
i love mixing up narcotics in my cannabis
remember them days, i was broke, ain’t have a pot to p_ss in
now, a n_gga stay winning, sack chase
pull up like skrrt, drag race
lil’ b_tch, you move too slow, i’m fast_paced (skrrt)

[chorus]
packin’, .40 on my hip, never lackin’
i could f_ck his b_tch from the back end, get it crackin’
never runnin’ out of cash, everlastin’, hey
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
[verse 2]
leanin’ got me slow, overdose
molly and the hennessy, catch the holy ghost
.40 for my enemies, i’m gon’ do the most
i got a lot of frenemies, they gon’ do the most
’cause they know i’m on top, top from they thot
pull up in the drop, b_tch in my drop
run up, you get popped, phew, huh, from the glock, huh
knock ’em out the park, b_tch, sandlot
bankrolls with the blue face on fleek
that’s yo’ girl, why she on me?
ysl with the murakami on me
on fleek, you ain’t gettin’ money then we don’t speak_eak

[verse 3]
count the money fast, count it faster
chains around my neck, slave, nah a master
pull up with the tec
i’m gon’ blast her
40 with a rack, f_ck the rest
n_gga, f_ck your set, dump it on your set
look at your b_tch, she gon’ give me neck
i throw the pass, i’m gon’ intercept
i’m on your ass
i’m gon’ drop your set
b_tch, i’m drunk as sh_t
perky make me itch
i can take your b_tch
then i’ll leave your b_tch
yeah, yeah pull up, choppa
choppa gon’ make his ass hit, yeah
i shoot that sh_t like a fl!ck
yeah i do that sh_t like a tick, yeah
[chorus]
packin’, .40 on my hip, never lackin’
i could f_ck his b_tch from the back end, get it crackin’
never runnin’ out of cash, everlastin’, hey
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

[verse 4]
that lil’ b_tch ain’t sh_t, yeah
left her for my chick, yeah
all i care about is money, baby and that’s it, yeah
pull up on the scene, i’ll run it baby, yeah, that’s it, yeah
i ball like okc thunder, baby i’m gon’ swish, yeah, woah
i’m in the car with the nina
hurricane, she hurricane, i’m katrina
run up on her, that’s how we fiendin’
shoot him in the face, i’m like
time to act slow down
i run the whole town, yeah
i get the hoes now, woah
i get the hoes now
ball on that b_tch got goals now, woah
i’m at (?), woah
i got four rounds, woah
movin’ like four pounds
pull up on the scene like, woah now, woah
take your hoe now, woah
i got goals now, woah
runnin’ through the six, lil’ b_tch, i’m boolin’ with my woes now
[chorus]
packin’, .40 on my hip, never lackin’
i could f_ck his b_tch from the back end, get it crackin’
never runnin’ out of cash, everlastin’, hey
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah
let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

[verse 5]
tell ’em slow down, huh
rock vlone now, huh
off of the dome now, huh
i got designer on my body, it’s a blessing
i’m never lackin’, baby, got my smith & wesson
i keep a taurus up in cali, that’s my weapon
run up on me, get this shootin’, don’t feel threatened
perky pop got me in another universe
lil’ uzi on my hoe, n_gga no vert

- juice wrld

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