Correction Paroles Fell In Love par Juice WRLD

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I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came
f**k the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that b*t*h, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't love the same thing
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah
f**k the bank 'til the guap came (hell yeah)
I fell in love with her pu**y, she love cocaine
Too bad we don't like the same things
Uh

Ain't no Timbеrland, I boot it up, (yeah, ayy)
One second, it's lеave me 'lone
Then, I don't want to be alone
Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone

I feel like a boss, b*t*h, you're fired, you laid off
A killer at heart, b*t*h, I feel like I'm Adolf
In the cut, my AK on me, I'm goin let it off
Don't believe me try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it off

Its got a .45 b*t*h, yeah
With a .9 b*t*h, you know you ain't my b*t*h
You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my b*t*h
You's a sidekick, I still make her ride it like a bike

I get ghost up in that Ghost, huh
Yeah, I do the most
Brag up on 'em, and I boast, yeah
Pop a bottle, pop a model, same thing in my eyes
Run up on me, .40 on me, leave you traumatized
Yeah yeah, ay

Catch a body gang, that's what we about, yeah, ayy
Off the molly gang, at your b*t*h house, uh, ayy
Got the whole gang at your b*t*h house, uh, ayy
Did our whole thing at your b*t*h house, yeah

I ain't never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh
.40 on me, yeah, I smack it, uh, huh, huh
Told you I ain't with the lacking, uh, huh, huh
Yeah, I be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh

Yeah, I go through these phases, It’s amazing, this b*t*h drive me crazy, like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedes, smash your lady
On the daily, f**k n***a don’t play me
f**k n***a I play for keeps, on the scene I spray then leave, these n***as won’t let me be, these n***as won’t let me breathe, run up on me I make em bleed, got a gun on my hip fall back, got a choppa in the trunk fall back, ayy

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