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Untitled freestyle 2
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Juice WRLD
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(Verse) See how versatile I can get (uhuh) Okay, I'll say a few words on this Ohh aye uh mm mm mm Okay look High as f**k, drunk as f**k In the back of the car like what the f**k Bad b*t*h at the crib, high as f**k off the drugs, suck me up I was high, not her She was sober, tryna' get a upper cut Hit em in the stomach with the choppa' til the f**k n***a had enough Freestyle sh*t that they take years to think up, thats true Pull up on the scene, leave em inked up choppa' like a tattoo You ain't know, she ain't know, he ain't know n***a, I'm that dude Matter fact make you break your back like break dance, old school Freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group Matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful Hell yeah ya b*t*h I meant use you Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you Flow gold, so cold like diamonds f**k that rose gold .40 on me it'll sneeze, grab a Kleenex got a bad cold Pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose I'm the type to pull up on the scene full of sh*t like a as*h**e My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold its so cool These n***as so lame, these n***as so old Im so new Pull up on the scene just me no guys I'm solo Feel like Kudi cause I'm still rockin' the Dolo Box all on my logo, you b*t*h she a hoe hoe Stick on me yeah the stick on and its super big, no homo n***as talking that dumb sh*t hit em in his ears, no Dumbo Not in my house with a tumble Left right left right, thats a combo I'ma serve it like cilantro Kill a n***a in his condo Then I f**k his b*t*h his condo I hit this Og, let his mom know I am the bomb hoe, I blow up just like a bomb hoe Just let your mom know Juice he got that old sound flow (yeah) I ain't ever gotta write (uuhh) Im the sh*t to these n***as like damn Do I ever gotta wipe (yuuh) Pull up on em with the gun like damn That n***a finna die (yeah) Ima overkill overkill [?] (yeah aye) R.I.P. to my fallin' ones, I just lost my brother, for real (uh) Im sick of lookin' at the news, I may lose another, for real (yuh) Everybody keep on snitchin on em, they ain't undercovers, for real (yuh) Its how I catch em lackin' sleepin with each others under covers for real (yuh) Man sh*t gets real out here Withdrawals a b*t*h, Ive been takin too many pills out here Tryna live out here, no advils f**ked the b*t*h on my adlibs Said that twice cause sh*t is mad real Man Westwood throw on some different sh*t Im still rappin' on it 'cause I'm showin' the distance between me and these other n***as Like I said I can f**k your mother n***a Like I said I can f**k your baby sitter Like I said I'm here to baby n***as, for real
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