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juice wrld – yes indeed freestyle كلمات اغاني

run up on me then you catchin’ a funeral
i scratch it off write it in roman numerals
i f_cked that b_tch in the back and i swear that i never loved her i just want to hit her
i f_cked that b_tch now i’m hitting her sister
run up on me you get spin like a twister
told you before i don’t f_ck with these n_ggas
i got my hand on on my hand on my trigger
imma go get ’em, she on my d_ck hoppin’, i’m callin’ her tigger
i tell her “go figure”
she shove through the tommy’s, i’m talkin hilfiger
tommy on me, i ain’t talking hilfiger
that b_tch a gun
run up on me, i got heat like the sun
count up to 2 cause i am not the 1, uh
better locked up, akon
all my other n_ggas they gone
r.i.p to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
that’s just how it is
i’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that sh_t
i hit yo b_tch just like a l!ck
i’m with the sh_ts, i pass the ‘roc
ain’t no assist, b_tch on my c_ck
run up on me then you get shot
i feel like bishop, i got the juice, back when the cut, callin’ it pac, yuh
i’m in the cut with the nina
i’m wettin’ it up like this sh_t aquafina
you run up on me then i’m servin’ em’ bullets like tennis b_lls
n_gga ain’t talkin’ serena
all of my n_ggas get money for real
i do money for shows, i cash out on arenas
i take yo b_tch, f_ck her
send to the cleaners
run up on me then i’m k!llin’
i swear that my hand on my nina
don’t want no smoke
all of these n_ggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes
run up on me like a… like a facebook post, lil n_gga, you poked, uh
i’m a rich n_gga, you broke, uh
must be a pimp, you a ho, yah
run up on me, let’s go
[gunshot sounds] hop on go
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m finna catch myself, yeah, uh
breath in and out, i had to catch my breath
now imma spaz on they ass
i leave em’ leakin’ on maxi pads
hotter than a n_gga in new york with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab
run up on a n_gga, that chopper blast
told you i cannot do battle rap
f_ck ass n_gga tryna battle that
shaquille o’neal rim rattle that
n_ggas, they snitch, they tattle that
send that sh_t back, d_mn
you must be dope, b_tch i’m crack, yuh
d_mn, a couple of grams, to be exact, yuh
sh_t i’m young, rich and black, yeah, yeah
so you know they hatin’ that
i’m finna spaz on they ass and you know it
you run up on me then i’m shootin’, it’s over
i got a way with words, they call me a poet, d_mn
run up on me then i’m soaking
that .40 on me and you know that it’s blowin, you know that i’m totin’
your b_tches are hoeing, you know that sh_t goin, uh
i met that b_tch on the lowin’
i picked up in a hot rod, we smokin’, huh
hotbox in the new whip with a new b_tch
i don’t even know her name, yah
run up on me, that’s okay
got a ak on me, it’s at your brain, yah
i put my d_ck in your main, yah
i just may go sn_tchin’ chains, yah
bring it back
i sell that sh_t to the gang
i sell that sh_t to the gang
run up imma sn_tch yo chain
i sell that sh_t to the gang
can’t you n_ggas see the difference
everyday i on a different sh_t
i’m just tryna keep my distance, yeah
i’m just tryna keep my distance, yeah
f_ck n_ggas cant get wit it
transform like im witwicky
in a new car boy i’m quick wit it
with a white b_tch and she still sniffing
from the sh_t i brought her last night
jet lag from the last flight
scuffed up the pair of black mikes
that i bought back in l.a
switch it up kinda like a s_x change
.40 on my hip like a gun range
pull up on a n_gga like ok
man down b_tch no mayday
westwood i think i can rap forever
i think i can rap forever
no matter where i’m at
no matter the continent
i can probably rap wherever
i can spit whatever
i’ll probably take yo b_tch whatever
they selling plays for the kid
they told me to pick whenever
imma go in one more time
i drop that b_tch like a dime
she fall in love with the words
then she fall in love with the lines
it is a difference
it is a difference
(between words in lines)
(uneral funeral)
i’m just tryna catch a vibe

- juice wrld

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