Correction Paroles Mr. Martian/For A Bargain par Juice WRLD

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Rolls Royce with the dark tints
No they can't see em
They still peep him
(Of Course)

Double R's with the dark tints
No they can't see em
Smoking green from the catp*ss till I can't see at all
Got me looking like a fat b*t*h living lavish
Money making is a habit and I'm an addict

Outta space I be walking, Mr. Martian
In my safe I hold Benjamin Franklin hostage
You ain't safe
Killers get to him if he a target
Ain't no way I got that outta yo hands
For a bargain

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Got me here
Pop it Ric Flair
Didn't think I was gon' make it this far
Its a big ole shoutout to my label
They want what I got, so on my waist
Issa big ole Glock, don't you dare
Pointing at my waist, going in yo b*t*h faces
Big ole c*ck put it in scared, (oh yeah)
Young rich black kid
Eating good fat kid
Growin' up I was a bad kid
Hung round' the savages
Always liked fashion
I got my ravages
Always when the pills hit em, put a cap in him, (huh)
Mix with the syrup, mix with the gas (bad mixture)
Every time I'd see a bagman with cash
I ain't have any
This car revved prolly gon' run 200 on the dash (or back wit it)
These n***as want smoke
We pullin' up on they ass wit the cabbages

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