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juice wrld - object freestyle lyrics
you know that is my time, hoe
life is money so i got a dime for it
man, i see it but my shades strong
this gucci on my face it help me dap on ‘em
you know we stay smoking on that indo
that travis scott antidote
but don’t call me a random
pulling’ up pinot grigiot
f_ckin’ your b_tch she a sleazy hoe
i’m sick of hunkin that sneezy on ‘em
i’m sick of hunkin that sneezy on ‘em
i pull up on that fanta and sprite
so i told that passer to leave me ‘lone
all of them wish they got money on
look at my jacket, it’s vlone
look at your b_tch listening to lucid dreams
i know that sh_t is her theme song
i control that b_tch like a remote
run up on me and i’m down to blow
all of my n_ggas they grippin’ poles
illuminati wit’ it cos i’ll take your soul
i go harder
get it wetter than bottles of water
call me stupid i’ll pull up on him
and i’ll dance like my major pulled up in a charger
imma die for my sh_t like a martyr
imma die for my sh_t like a martyr
talking sh_t til i pull up on you wit that handy pack
see martyr n_ggas i’m hotter
all my n_ggas got sh_t like varietal
i see all of this sh_t like horizon
all my n_ggas get money for real though
in my kitchen i’m movin them pills hoe
hopefully this sh_t hit home
f_cking that b_tch like let’s go
hit that b_tch on my cell phone
i won’t f_ck sh_t on her menstrual
i murder these instrumentals
imma hit that b_tch with backstroke
imma hit that b_tch from the back
but, sh_t, i’m hot you know how it is hoe
every day i wake up lit tho
n_ggas know what it is, what it is hoe
pull up on the scene look like big cloak
it was a green lighter, that ain’t a bic tho
i smoke big gas, i smoke big blunts
talkin’ that sh_t n_gga waiting on nothin’
look at your bank i just see 20s
i got hunnids’ , you got ones
hop out abort, you is my son
pull up on the scene, i make him run
all of my guns is h_rny is f_ck
pull up on the block it’ll make him cum
yeah
i make this sh_t look simple
really poppin’ like proactive and a bunch of f_cking pimples
i pull up im that b_tch i past high
she my computer, my d_ck is that b_tch’ flash drive
i get the cash, n_gga you know i’m too fly
your b_tch f_ckin’ my b_tch
in the end she too bi
you know i don’t box
but i’m f_cking like the box
you talkin’ stupid til you catch a shot about this glock
your b_tch up on my c_ck
i told that b_tch to stop
then watch
and all i do is get cash and relax, and plot
just turn me up a notch
i wake up smoking the pot
that’s a camera
i flash just like a camera, when it pops
and if you got it, then you got it
see this gucci on his wallet
is it gucci or is this louis
this designer has me confused, i need to stop it
i just cop it
when i drink i start from the bottom
i get long neck from your b_tch, she an ostrich
hopefully that’s not a problem
i make it look easy for real
i told you this
i told you that
i make it look easy for real
i know that it’s easy to say
but it ain’t that easy for real
i’m rolling up backwoods all day
but the papers put me in my feels
for real
yo you gotta post this sh_t tomorrow, this sh_ts legendary
that’s the best sh_t we did all day
juice
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