Correction Lyrics Mr. Freeze by Juice WRLD

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808 Mafia

It was me, Ty and Freddie G, plottin' on the green
Now I'm rich, I'm rich as a b*t*h, tourin' overseas
It was me, Meek Mill in SB, plottin' on the dream
Now we livin', visions vivid, I been gettin' to the cream
Uh, she ride me like an SRT, but her friend ride me like a Wraith
I made the bank close, when I take my savings out, they think I'm robbin' the bank
F**k out my face, f**k n***a, you fake
(Oh, you play with guns?) That sh*t cliché
Y’all know I keep dracos right next to my safe
Keep it there to keep money and family safe

Uh, look at me, with this music sh*t, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this sh*t, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze

Uh, your sh*t antifreeze, huh
Got your b*t*h givin' me head, that telepathy jaw
I spent forty on Chanel and Louis V, ain't even try to do it
Silly me, you can't relate, but that's your fault
When we f**k she scream, damn, they callin' me "God"
But that isn't me, I'm not God, I need God
You can see that easily
When I mix Percs with the lean
It's when I let the Devil speak
I'm not supposed to let him speak
Uh, look at me, with this music sh*t, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this sh*t, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze
Uh, look at me, with this music sh*t, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this sh*t, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze

B*t*h, B*t*h
I freestyle on this sh*t, then freestyle in yo' b*t*h
If you talkin' stupid, cool, I'm finna' go and get my stick
I feel like D Wade when I shoot that three somebody come set a pick
I told yo' b*t*h get on her knees, then pray to me, then suck my d**k
She suck my kids, she swallow my kids, she get the gist, and get the jizz
You run up on me, I handle that choppa the same way that I handle my bis-
B*t*h, my name is Juice WRLD, I remember I was JuiceTheKidd
Death Race for Love is on the way, finna' be a hit
I'm finna go platinum, platinum, platinum, platinum
Then finna' get a b*t*h
I'm finna' break yo' little b*t*h down, like I'm in the trap whippin' up a brick
Freestyle off the top, I don't got to write
This sh*t easy as sh*t, easy as it gets, (huh)
Yeah, B*t*h I don't stop (hm), all baguettes hold on, let me pull out my clock
Aye, these n***as police on Instagram showin' Glocks, then they wonder how the f**k they dumba** got caught, (huh)
They say I sold my soul, I joined a cult
I must be doing something right, sh*t Imma' boss
For all this sh*t I'm thanking god, you already know wa**up'
Yo' b*t*h in the Trump Tower givin' a n***a shoulder rub, (ha)
But f**k Trump, you would get hit wit' this pump sittin' in my trunk
Never gave a f**k at all n***a, you too chump
I'm too teed, it's four in the mornin' and these n***as still can't stop me, lil ho'
Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, (ha)
This funny as hell
I'm in Berlin n***a, it's four in the f**kin' mornin'
I'm up, I'm f**kin' up
Uh, look at me, with this music sh*t, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this sh*t, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze
Uh, look at me, with this music sh*t, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this sh*t, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze

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