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LATT
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Juice WRLD
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In New York we countin knots Livin at the top AP on me mili-rock, (stick) 50 in da Glock Now we ride around the city Sippin wakka playin rock, (sh*t) I just spilt my pop, (f**k) Now I'm p*ssed off You don't know what a perc is? Them be my friends They help me see all of the serpents Perc 30, no 10's I take five, thats a fen Have me limpin' like a pimp You'll never understand As complicated as a symph Lifes simple He in my way I can kill him, (blah) Simple Im feelin bad, pop a pill, (geekin) Simple That the type of sh*t, that be up on my mental, (mental) Did I hear your demo? (ha-ha) No-I must of not of got the mеmo, (uh-uh) Oh you ain't know we keep the lead likе a pencil, (blah) This off the top, by the way I didn't use no pencil, (uh-uh) These n***as just startin to get they drip, lil b*t*h I been dope When I hit that sh*t, Imma' rip that sh*t, make her let her friends know Yeah we keep them blicks, four, five, or six We gonna let them sh*ts blow Like go pro, slow mo Like whoa, whoa I'm rich hoe Finna buy a diamond ring for my lil b*t*h, make it official Bring out them big ol guns If it's war hoe Let them f**k n***as know MLNB commin' strong This sh*t is forever..
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