Correction Paroles Murder Rate Mixed with Freestyle par Juice WRLD

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Wheezy outta here

Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the f**k up, I can't concentrate (Huh, sh*t, yeah)
If he try me today, he gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter assist, shot a fade away (Hoo, sh*t, yeah)
I be up working all night and day
Your b*t*h swallow my d**k, said she proud of me
No one knew me, now b*t*hes surrounding me
Ain't no new me, I won't ever change, oh
All my n***as, they really stay down for me
Double R, SUV, and a Range Rove'
I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed

Weezy F made it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it
I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it
I love the money so much, I'ma marry it
Don't know how to act, I feel like a barbarian
He don't want beef, that n***a vegetarian
Gun with a silencer, like a librarian
I be the reason all these b*t*hes staring
She swallow my kids, not good at parenting
Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances
I got a Lamborghini from the dealership
If I don't buy a car, I put it on my wrist (Gleam, gleam)
Rocking red, just like Popovich
Shooting like Stockton, ain't nobody stopping it
They pocket watching, ain't nobody robbin' this
Give him the MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh-ooh)
My n***as coming for you (Ooh)
My n***as coming for you (Ooh)
Ain't no telling what they gon' do
Catch you at the red light, pull up, vroom
She ride my d**k like a witch on a broom
When he walked in, we smell b*t*h in the room
Ayy, shoot that dude
Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool

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