Correction Lyrics Hairline Trigger by Juice WRLD

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{Intro}
I'm real real

Ay, one take gang, b*t*h I'm real real
f**k your b*t*h then I leave, boy I don’t care
.40 on me, keep it stashed by my underwear, huh
Walk up in a party, get him outta there, ay
f**kin' on your b*t*h in electric chair, huh
If she die tonight, I bet I don't care, ay
Pull up on the scene with my n***as, yeah (ay, ay)
Hairline on a trigger, yeah, yeah

I told that b*t*h to get with the program, uh
Pull up on the scene with my bros, yeah, ay
Runnin’ through the six with my woes, yeah
In Florida they know that I got souls there, ay
f**k n***a, you don't wanna go there, uh
Pull up on the scene, I'm like woah there
Woah, up the .40 and he still scared
I ain't afraid to die, b*t*h I don't care
Rich n***a sh*t, may have to hold a Rollie up
I been ballin' but they tryna get they goalies up
f**k a basic b*t*h I really need a trophy, yeah
f**k a basic b*t*h I really need a trophy, yeah
She was suckin' on my d**k just like she know me, yeah
24 I'm ballin' on 'em like I'm Kobe, yeah
Super clutch I'm in the fourth just like Ginóbili, yeah
Time is money so I went and got a Rollie, yeah
I ain't f**kin' with the opposition, ain't no competition
If you hear me, yeah, come and get it, whippin' in the kitchen
I been stackin', I been flippin', show you how I'm livin', look at my car, huh
Watch me push a button to no ceilings, I go far, huh
f**k your b*t*h, you know I'm off of hella Xanax bars
Took this sh*t too far, f**ked her in her car
I feel like a star, huh, ay, ay, yeah
Pull up on him he get—, pull up on him .40 off
Really came from nothin'
Pull up on the scene, you know that we gon' get it jumpin'
.40 make you dance, them n***as thought that you was krumpin'
All these n***as do, they don't make money, make assumptions
Me? I count it up so much my fingers hurtin'
Off a Perky with this richness in my face, I'm such a different person, yeah
Pull up on them crazy, you know we gon' murder, huh, ayy
You know we gon' murder, you know we gon' murder

You know what it is, tell me what it isn't
R. Kelly with the b*t*h, I'ma get to p*ssin'
Never gave a f**k about none of the competition
I ain't never lackin', got my hand on my Smith & —
On a torch, or a glizzy, gun enormous
Told my momma, she deserve it
Here's a mansion (here's a mansion)
I can see through the surface, through the surface
b*t*hes they be snakes, huh, that's a serpent
n***a got the sermon, yeah I earned it
I just bought a hundred thousand- of the (?), I ain't
Had to smash 'em, pass 'em, natural disaster
Momma say I'm crazy, try take me to the pastor
That sh*t do not matter, plus my pockets fatter
Outta space, I'm off the drugs, feel my face on Saturn

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