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Lose Me
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Juice WRLD
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Aight bro this sh*t finna go... (Ahahah) I'm finna be talkin' bout' sh*t Hey look bro, you got 2 minutes to do this sh*t Alright bet 2 minutes let's go Watch this, just watch Enviyon on the mix I f**k that b*t*h in my room Talkin' that sh*t til' I come through with choppas I'm killin' him and killin' you, huh All of my n***as get cash, uh Run up on me then you lose, uh All these b*t*hes finna choose, yeah All these b*t*hes finna choose me She say she ain't tryna suck, b*t*h Lil' b*t*h you finna lose me I get that money and I get that coochie I swear I rock Louis and Gucci, huh Run up on me then my clip like a movie I shoot at your sh*t like a groupie, uh Hoes in my d**k and they swallow my kids 'Cause they know I'm the man and I'm with it, hey Ballin' I feel like a champion Come through with Gucci all over my fit, uh Hoes in my d**k and they f**k, uh Told you I don't give a f**k, uh Run up on me you get f**ked up Lil' n***a I don't give a f**k, uh All of my n***as get cash, what? Stack that sh*t up that's a must, yeah Run up on me then I bust, yeah In my Glock 9 I'ma trust, yeah f**kin' on a b*t*h cause I want to Kick that lil' b*t*h like some kung-fu Cook all that crack like it's [?] Hit a motherf**ker with a combo Servin' that sh*t like cilantro, damn I got your b*t*h in my condo, uh I got your b*t*h in my condo, damn f**kin' that b*t*h it ain't nothing You run up on me then with shotties I'm bussin', hey I just been counting my money I stack it and flip it I'm counting them hundreds, hey I may pull up in a Hummer, I'm drummin' I'm f**kin' my nina she c*min f**kin' that nina she c*min', I'm balling like Westbrook of OKC Thunder, hey sh*t on that boy like a plunger, hey Run up on me then I'm dumpin' The police lookin' but your body in dumpster, yeah n***as be talkin' that sh*t, but they never make money they just make assumptions, uh Yeah, hold up, wait, wait Uh, b*t*h on my d**k and she suckin' I swear that she f**kin' it really ain't nothing Feelin' like Kobe, I'm getting these buckets f**kin' your girl when she leave I'm like f**k it Call her a Uber, I leave the house with a Ruger I cannot f**k with a loser Your b*t*h a chooser I met that lil' b*t*h at Hooters Grabbing all over her [?] Don't f**k with school So they calling me Ferris Bueller She ridin' me like a Mula I may pull up in that Rari' you hearing that motor Run up on me then it's over I got that Glock on my hip, b*t*h you know you got [?] I know these haters got [?] I feel like I am a terrorist, I am explosive Glock on my hip, it's reloadin', hey b*t*h on my d**k and she f**k me I met her on a first date Suck me on the first date, uh I run this sh*t like a Relay Usain Bolt b*t*h I came in first place I blow your candles out, Glock on my hip and I caught his ass like ain't no birthday, uh He talkin' sh*t til' I ran on his house and I killed his ass right in his birthplace, uh
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