Correction Lyrics Juice WRLD Deleted Scenes: Unseen freestyle by Juice WRLD

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That's all good, I'ma treat 'em like I caught 'em in the wrong hood, hooh
Hold on
Damn, the beat just switched up
That sh*t hard, I said (This beat crazy)

Try if you want, I got goons
You run up on me, then I'm up in your room
My n***as be ballin', we switchin' like ooh
B*t*h on my d**k, what the f**k she gon' do?
All of my n***as be bustin' the [?]
I got my hand on my motherf**kin' tool
W, W, I cannot lose
I might pull up to yo' new avenue
Freestyle sh*t all day, lil' n***a
Run up on me, I'll spray, lil' n***a
I got beats like Dre, lil' n***a
Beat that sh*t like Dre, lil' n***a
F**k all that sh*t you say, lil' n***a
Xbox, I don't play, lil' n***a
On the ground, where you lay, lil' n***a
Hell yeah, I'm finna spray, lil' n***a
XXL, it's comin' up
I'm finna kill every single one of them n***as that think they can freestylе but they can't freestyle like this gun
B*t*h, I'm a Glock, I got a 30
B*t*h, I'm invеstible, you cannot hurt me
I'm on that sh*t, on the Perkys
Every day I wake up, I get to workin'
I was just [?]
Lookin' at [?] I tell ya'
Pull up on the scene, I nail 'em
I'ma do it, hit them belly
I got heaters on my side they just like, huh, yeah
Run up on me, I'ma shoot 'em, red light, yeah
Houdini with that b*t*h, I make her disappear
Purps say these nasty b*t*hes in the-
I say, hold on
I say, hold on
I say
My bro name G Herbo, he like nasty b*t*hes
I remember f**kin' thots on their knees, so [?]
I remember f**kin' thots, lil' b*t*h name Ashley [?]
Yeah, I just [?] my kids up on her f**kin' t**ties
'Member crackin' cards, all the hoes was tryna f**k with me
I want a Kel-Tec, can't be saved, that b*t*h hold a buck .50
If you run up on me, that b*t*h gon' probably get you a buck .50
You don't stand no chance, you need to sit down 'cause you can't stand, ayy
Which one of all y'all friends can get these mans, ayy
These n***as try to [?] on me, you cannot [?]
I sip lean, where the f**k that wine at
N***a, I sip lean, this sh*t what my wine is
I'm finna switch it up, like velcro, I stick 'em up
Call the ambulance, come pick 'em up
Motherf**ker, come get 'em up
I'ma pop a Perc for a pick me up
N***as itching like a tick or somethin'
Run up on me, you get hit or somethin'
Double D on that chopp', no [?]
All I do is sh*t [?]
Netflix and I chill with her
Matter of fact, I'm [?] as hell, I don't even [?] pills with her
Ayy, look
In the score, just [?] for a couple mil' tickets
I got a record deal, so young n***a gotta deal with it
In the kitchen mixin' pills with it
How the f**k a n***a feel with it?
I said, Drake that sh*t a lot, these n***as up in their feels with it
Gucci all on my sweater, you can do good but I can do better
Knock 'em all like Maywether, VVS cold like it's sleigh weather
N***as [?] so I gotta keep it together
These n***as fake [?], why you [?] ?
All I know is get the cash, I'ma get the bag
Run up on me, I'ma shot 'em, let it blast
Choppa on me, I'ma leave 'em in the past
back to the cash
I was with that rap, rap sh*t, now I'm with trap, trap sh*t
They be on that act, act sh*t, pourin' up fake Act', Act' sh*t
I don't got time for it, nah, I don't got time at all
If I spend money, I'ma go back and I work it off
I spend 50k on [?], I done bought it all
Yo' lil' girl, I'ma dragon, I'm finna just slaught her off
I feel like 21 Savage
I feel like 21 Savage, I just may slaughter ya daughter
I put my army in that b*t*h, I feel like [?]
B*t*h, I'm D. Rose in my-

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