Corrección Letra Juice WRLD - Face Off par Juice WRLD

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Letra

(Intro)
R-r-reaper on the beat

(Verse 1)
N***a, what you wanna? You'll just get smoked like a blunt of marijuana
Every day I'm rollin' up strong, smoking Ganja, pressure
I'll be that way forever, I ain't givin' no effort
Get her wetter, I feel like Bill Cosby on Molly, rockin' the sweater
Pull up, I got that chopper on me, it's a Beretta, ha
Yeah, that b*t*h a Beretta

(Chorus)
Lately, I'm flossin', I feel like a boss
These n***as fresh out of the closet
Run up, get off, chopper on me make a deposit
You get dropped off, n***a, get popped off
This sh*t dead, motherf**ker, ain't talkin' Nate Dogg
Want beef? Chopper'll hit you, ain't talkin' steak sauce
You lookin' for you homie? He up in the graveyard
Chopper tear his face off, wasn't a face-off
I just shot his face off, it was a face-off
Lately, I'm flossin', I feel like a boss
These n***as fresh out of the closet
Run up, get off, chopper on me make a deposit
You get dropped off, n***a, get popped off
This sh*t dead, motherf**ker, ain't talkin' Nate Dogg
Want beef? Chopper'll hit you, ain't talkin' steak sauce
You lookin' for you homie? He up in the graveyard
Chopper tear his face off, wasn't a face-off
I just shot his face off, it was a face-off
(Verse 2)
I feel like I'm Kendrick, I'm finna lose control out here, huh, yeah
These n***as dirty up in the ground like a mole out here
I'm ballin' on these n***as, it feel like a prowl out here
I'm ballin' on these n***as, I feel like a pro out here
I'm outerspace, shout out to NASA
Chains on me, I'm not a slave, I'm a master
Graduate with these flows, n***a, I feel like a master
A tornado or somethin', I'm a natural disaster
I walk up in your house and put your head through the plaster
I never had a father, yeah, I always been b*st*rd
You run up, that's okay, that chopper turn you to f**kin' blast

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