Corrección Letra Drivin’ So Fast (Remix) par Juice WRLD

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Uh, drivin' too fast (Oh)
Looking at him like why the f**k you do that? (Oh)
Uzi, what you on, n***a? (Oh, let's go)

Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your b*t*h (Oh, oh, oh)
Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll die in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your b*t*h, oh, yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)

Huh, I'm in danger
Cowboy guns, I'm a Texas ranger (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Chopper from the future like a Power Ranger
Codeine sippin', ain't no liquor, I be mixin' flavors
B*t*h, I'm a rockstar and a killer
The demon is in him but I'm praying God to get rid of it
Uzi told me that the demon is really my friеnd
Make me differеnt, I shouldn't get rid of it
But I don't know what I should do about the demon
I'm tryna figure out the f**k is the meaning
Louis V on me, I sh*t on the media
Lean and drive, disobedient
Evil eyes, I feel villainous
N***as lie, Wikipedia
Your b*t*h in bed, sing her lullabies
She think that I'm keeping her
Nah, she shouldn't think that sh*t at all
She think I love her, they told her, "Wrong"
It ain't my fault, leave her heart on the sidewalk
Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your b*t*h (Oh, oh, oh)
Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll die in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your b*t*h, oh, yeah (Yeah)

I flooded my wrist with ice
She wanna ride on my d**k like a bike
Shout out to Juice, that's my brother for life
I'm smokin' on woods, and you smokin' a pipe
I'm f**kin' a model, and you f**kin' a dike
That sh*t nasty, boy you triflin'
City to city, I be flyin'
I knew that b*t*h was really lyin'
Designer fabrics, I be buyin'
The police come, you better hide it
No I'm not boxing but I got a t**le
Pray to the Lord, I be readin' the Bible
Poppin' these Perkys, b*t*h I got the itis
Gold chain just like Midas
Private party, you not invited
I love my momma, bought her a diamond
Keep my Tech tucked, I don't give a f**k about your vest bro
I'm next up
Red Coupe that b*t*h look like ketchup
F**k police I will never ever 'fess up
You had somethin' going, but your stupid a** messed up
Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your b*t*h (Oh, oh, oh)
Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll die in this sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in sh*t (Oh, oh, oh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your b*t*h, oh, yeah

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