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Young God
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Juice WRLD
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Southside on the track, yeah Smoking Cookie Crisp, huh Stupid b*t*h Uh, Uh Oof, uh Let my girlfriend hold the strap, n***a no dyke Doing drive-bys at night, n***a no lights Hating on me? f**k n***a got no life Grew up with n***as that's locked up for life Slow down on the Percs something don't feel right Hi-tech red, that sh*t slime real right I freestyle, this sh*t they will write He on the corner, stop at the red light Talking drunk, n***a no Bud Light He on the Gram, flexing with fake ice I’ma keep going no time for a hook They stealing the drip, no time for a crook Yo b*t*h get picked up, then I get licked up We in the Fisker moving to Cali, LA or Vista She want a mister, I want her sister, sh*t real crazy Someone come roll backwoods, I’ll pay Someone talk down on my name, I’ll slay I’ma test out my new gun like yeah Spent two bands, gave my b*t*h red hair Pull up on a f**k n***a, he right there He location shared On the way with sticks right now we ain’t never cared Uh, huh Ahh (Ahh), Ahh (Ahh) She look at me like I’m a young god Allah, thank God Gave me the talent now a n***a go hard We in yo yard, you ain’t here Then we in your bro yard, make it clear Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere Run up the money and ran out of fears Codeine cups we having cheers What's her name all on my phone I haven’t talked to this b*t*h in some years Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in They want Givenchy the way that I got it n***a, how much are you willing to spend, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Talk my sh*t and back it Rockstar from the trap Run from the cops in my Raffs, yeah Make 'em feel my wrath, yeah I pour one up in the Sprite or the Crush Maybe High-C, maybe a Faygo Call it ironic 'cause all of my demons be ready to give some of these f**k n***as halos Ohh, ohh I'ma let it breath, breath let it die slow I'm your greatest enemy Eazy-E, f**k the police They won't let none of my n***as home, home Ohh, ohh I'ma let it breath, breath let it die slow I'm your greatest enemy Eazy-E, f**k the police Ahh (Ahh), Ahh (Ahh) She look at me like I’m a young god Allah, thank God Gave me the talent now a n***a go hard We in yo yard, you ain’t here Then we in your bro yard, make it clear Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
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