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juice wrld – lose me كلمات اغاني

[intro]
aight bro this sh_t finna go… (ahahah)
i’m finna be talkin’ bout’ sh_t
hey look bro, you got 2 minutes to do this sh_t
alright bet
2 minutes let’s go
watch this, just watch
enviyon on the mix

[verse]
i f_ck that b_tch in my room
talkin’ that sh_t til’ i come through with choppas
i’m k!llin’ him and k!llin’ you, huh
all of my n_ggas get cash, uh
run up on me then you lose, uh
all these b_tches finna choose, yeah
all these b_tches finna choose me
she say she ain’t tryna suck, b_tch
lil’ b_tch you finna lose me
i get that money and i get that coochie
i swear i rock louis and gucci, huh
run up on me then my clip like a movie
i shoot at your sh_t like a groupie, uh
hoes in my d_ck and they swallow my kids
’cause they know i’m the man and i’m with it, hey
ballin’ i feel like a champion
come through with gucci all over my fit, uh
hoes in my d_ck and they f_ck, uh
told you i don’t give a f_ck, uh
run up on me you get f_cked up
lil’ n_gga i don’t give a f_ck, uh
all of my n_ggas get cash, what?
stack that sh_t up that’s a must, yeah
run up on me then i bust, yeah
in my glock 9 i’ma trust, yeah
f_ckin’ on a b_tch cause i want to
kick that lil’ b_tch like some kung_fu
cook all that crack like it’s [?]
hit a motherf_cker with a combo
servin’ that sh_t like cilantro, d_mn
i got your b_tch in my condo, uh
i got your b_tch in my condo, d_mn
f_ckin’ that b_tch it ain’t nothing
you run up on me then with shotties i’m bussin’, hey
i just been counting my money
i stack it and flip it i’m counting them hundreds, hey
i may pull up in a hummer, i’m drummin’ i’m f_ckin’ my nina she cumin
f_ckin’ that nina she cumin’, i’m balling like westbrook of okc thunder, hey
sh_t on that boy like a plunger, hey
run up on me then i’m dumpin’
the police lookin’ but your body in dumpster, yeah
n_ggas be talkin’ that sh_t, but they never make money they just make assumptions, uh
yeah, hold up, wait, wait
uh, b_tch on my d_ck and she suckin’
i swear that she f_ckin’ it really ain’t nothing
feelin’ like kobe, i’m getting these buckets
f_ckin’ your girl when she leave i’m like f_ck it
call her a uber, i leave the house with a ruger
i cannot f_ck with a loser
your b_tch a chooser
i met that lil’ b_tch at hooters
grabbing all over her [?]
don’t f_ck with school
so they calling me ferris bueller
she ridin’ me like a mula
i may pull up in that rari’ you hearing that motor
run up on me then it’s over
i got that glock on my hip, b_tch you know you got [?]
i know these haters got [?]
i feel like i am a terrorist, i am explosive
glock on my hip, it’s reloadin’, hey
b_tch on my d_ck and she f_ck me i met her on a first date
suck me on the first date, uh
i run this sh_t like a relay
usain bolt b_tch i came in first place
i blow your candles out, glock on my hip and i caught his ass like ain’t no birthday, uh
he talkin’ sh_t til’ i ran on his house and i k!lled his ass right in his birthplace, uh

- juice wrld

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