yes sir juice wrld is goat 🐐 💯🔥🔥

THEY HATE ME FOR NO REEEAAAZZZOOOONNNNN-OOOHHHH, OHHHH OH 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️💯💯💯👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻💕❤️💖

why you mad in your thort     live  wanna die night   tonight

juice follow your dreams they hate me for reason they try stop me

Running

Ayy chris bruh
This one of those songs you gotta just bust on
You know how them niggas brackin' back in the day used to [?]
If we get in a shootout
I'ma keep that k like a russian
(Got it on smash)
Left right, left right
I say
Gmoney just bought a pound of the pressure
We been smoking exotic body (bitch)
My shit make all them sounds, fuck you talkin' 'bout (fuck you talkin' 'bout)

I got the k like a russian (okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (okay, yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, chinese and russian (oh, yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her tongue and she put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (why)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at they eyes just be crooked (why?)
All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'

My money make me a giant, oh
I hit 'em like fee fi fo, yo
If I go broke I'ma take his dough
Rob him for his dough
These niggas asking me where I come from, I come from the city where its colder
Always gotta look over your shoulder
Never know when someone wanna smoke ya
Man down, look, who is the man now?
Can't wait till the drugs touch down
Me and lotti, max finna have a perc-go-round
Chris long say he puttin' them down, know he pop percs every time they around (lyin' ass nigga)
And when that lean around, lotti say it make her frown (I ain't tryna make you frown)
I'm a different person when I'm off of the pour
Catch a body and I won't even know it
I make a song off the purple, I'm focused
Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus
Catch him lackin' I'ma shoot in the open
Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him
L-o-l all of these niggas be jokin'
They may just make me kill them they keep on pokin'

I got the k like a russian (okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing (okay, yeah)
Count up the cash in American, English, Spanish, chinese and russian (oh, yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her tongue and she put it in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (why)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money, that's why
Look at they eyes just be crooked (why?)
All these bitches be ugly, them beady ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin' how come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin'

autograph (on my line) [prod. nick mira, Klimax]

Juice WRLD

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