London Freestyle lyrics

by

Juice WRLD



[Intro]
Freestyle n*gga, my name Juice WRLD
We up in London but this is Juice WRLD
Ay, hold on, yeah

[Verse]
b*tch I'm high up in the clouds
Try me it'll be over quick, my n*ggas will gun you down, huh
Look at me Giuseppe step, walking through London town
These ain't Giuseppe's, these is BAPE Sta's, yeah, no monkey around, ha, ayy
Louis my bag, super rare
Off whites, yeah a couple of pair
Look at yo b*tch, I f*cked her in her Louis V underwear
I'm super fresh, run up on me you get hit wit' the TEC, yeah
I'm finna take your breathe, your b*tch got titties, I'ma grab hеr breast, yeah
I'm bringing BAPE back, wavy like a n*gga with a wavе cap
Pull up on him with the face mask, I'ma shoot him in his face 10 times
Glock 9 with the wrist band, talking stupid get your sh*t stained
I'm the type to f*ck a b*tch so good they gon' put it on C-SPAN, ayy
They gon' put it on B-SPAN
Cause I'm bicking back with my bloods being bool
Yeah, you know how we is
I got a long nose on a barrel kinda like a toucan
No Limit MB, that's the gang n*gga, yeah, you know this
Throwing up L's and throwing up 9's
Grabbing them shells put them in your spine, uh
Yo' lil' b*tch kinda fine, so I'm finna hit that b*tch from behind, hm
pus*y n*gga I'm about mine, hm
Pull up on his ass like a surfboard f*ck n*gga, yeah, yeah
I'ma Hang 9, huh, yeah
I'ma hang time I got hang time so I'ma hang 10
He up in the club, say he wanna fight, bloody my Timbs
Big ass gun, grrah, grrah, grrah aim it at him, uh
My money shady and it's white, Eminem, ayy, ayy
Juice how you feel?
Like a b*tch cause I got this blick and b*tch I'ma shoot to kill
Since I got a baddie on my side she gon' kill for me like Kill Bill
Off of the molly's as a lil' kid call that Lil' Bill, yeah, yeah
I'ma rap for real, and if I go broke, uh-uh, uh-uh, I'ma trap for real
Hide the cocaine in a napkin just like a hat you n*ggas be cappin'
I don't got time for reactions, all of my n*ggas be shootin' and blastin', ayy
[Outro]
f*ck a pick me up I need a perc me up
I'm worked up my di*k she gon' slurp up
I know I'm pretty but she say she gorgeous
Fresh to death Gucci came with flowers like a florist
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