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juice wrld - off the rip (yungliv version) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: juice wrld & gunna]
the party never ends
boy
i just told richie we rich

[chorus: juice wrld]
huh, off the rip (off the rip)
i gamble with my life, i’m cashin’ in my chips (in my chips)
i’ll put a .30 or a .50 in the clip (in the clip)
so that’s a d_ck or a titty on that b_tch, huh, yeah (titty on that b_tch)
lately, i’ve been gettin’ rich (gettin’ rich)
i don’t forgive but i sure know how to forget (i sure know how to forget, i sure know how to forget)
yeah, i know life is such a b_tch (i know life is such a b_tch)
but that b_tch bad and that b_tch rich (b_tch rich), yeah
[verse 1: juice wrld]
see, this ap cost your rent
i pull up in that murciélago with the tints
i’m camping on these n_ggas, a sniper in a tent
uh, crash into your b_tch, i left a dent, uh
like mike in that b_tch, i ball like cambridge, uh
juice is for big girls, trix are for kids, uh
all baguettes like robocop is on my wrist, uh
i told her fetch and watch her throw around my d_ck, uh
i’m a big dog, fee_fi_fo_fum
it’s balenci’ on my right and my left toe
shawty do too much of the yayo, got a red nose
shaquille o’neal, when i’m in the paint, i throw a elbow (d_mn)

[verse 2: yungliv]
purgin’ on they set ’til i get finished
told lil’ folks if you gon’ spin, bet’ not come back ’til one ‘nem missin’
no cappin’ it, we posted knee_deep in the field for my lil’ n_ggas
we can do shootouts but the drop better than wastin’ all these bullets
ion’ really gotta pay for none of my shooters, we all grew up right there on christian
we don’t do no drills without no switches, but this lil drop for us, gon’ get it
too much d_mn blood was shed up in the score that my mind been fixin’
lil’ livvy scope the block, hop out the car
walk down and get to bl!ckin’, make sure i get him, aye
k!llers with me in the mix ready for whatever
the opps in my dm’s, ion’ text back, we put sh_t on a stretcher
it ain’t that much to have yo’ homie, box you in and make it happen
glock in my purple jeans on stage, go ahead and reach, bet g_boy clappin’
po on d_ck, told me, “don’t do that show”, i turnt it up, and you better
i heard ’bout so and so, doin’ this and that, no sat come testers
we lost some soldiers but got back, now it’s too much, we just gon’ mention
he died with him and him, when he get shot
it’s a shame how they left these n_ggas helpless
this one opp used to talk crazy, it’s sad how he died
my shooter had 15, filled him with 7, told him “keep 5”
we used to tote xd’s, now its all g_locks, b_tch, i keep mine
yo’ shooter got boxed in thinkin’ with his d_ck, how he got simba’d
my k!llers scam, but some my scammers k!ll, that’s just how we ride
in my lungs, yo’ homie 3_5
we paint the block in red, my shorty died playin’ that d_line
we don’t got patience, bro gon’ pull up quick to get this beat fried
i can’t do social talk, ’cause when i tweak, you gon’ see we slide
our stolies lettin’ that stick fly
ain’t losin’ no high speed, if i get caught, i’m goin’ do meech time
free rock, i’m mad that b_tch lied
we known to stand on business, ask ’bout shh, why you think he died?
he took two to the face and still survived, god was on his side
new arp came with a scope, my shooters blitz when i say “go”
spot ’em, got ’em, let it blow, walk down in amiri jeans
he ran but couldn’t get far from me
hanging out the window lettin’ that gl!ck spit and rip through your team
[chorus: juice wrld]
huh, off the rip (off the rip)
i gamble with my life, i’m cashin’ in my chips (in my chips)
i’ll put a .30 or a .50 in the clip (in the clip)
so that’s a d_ck or a titty on that b_tch, huh, yeah (titty on that b_tch)
lately, i’ve been gettin’ rich (gettin’ rich)
i don’t forgive but i sure know how to forget (i sure know how to forget, i sure know how to forget)
yeah, i know life is such a b_tch (i know life is such a b_tch)
but that b_tch bad and that b_tch rich (b_tch rich), yeah

[outro]
boy ‍

- juice wrld

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