Death lyrics

by

Juice WRLD


I'm sorry. Renaissance Fast. I got three girls in a At the same time if you don't got three girls then I don't know what to say to you I got a favor in you I had at the fame of you but you gotta stay on my back. You gotta get on my level. Your What up b*tches? Smoking Blue I'm running They're coming in and lead. Try to Supper Top dollar You ain't got. Got a mother. Why you mad? Why you sad? Why you ugly? Why you crusty? Why you musty? Why you the ugly? Dusty the Still looking like a little ugly. I go to bed. I got this road on the side but I got my On the Going down on a new Oh you ain't got a narrow. You ain't got a photo. Ah Got a phone. I gotta go. Uh for those hoe. Uh when I say Ugh. Ugh. When I got a ugg ugg. Gonna go see. Gotta go. B. Gotta go, team. Cc Hey Running. Running, running. Hitting that dash. Make it so fast. In the bank. You ain't gotta be. I I got the bag. I got a savage.
Knock knock Grab my fire. Step inside I'll try to. Instructor X 100. Savior With a lasеr. You check Shall regrow My n*gga What a I remеmber I'm I remember when you was little n*gger. Noah I got a new song. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Larry. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. I don't He Wait a minute. Stay quiet please. You said you arrive for me now you say when it hold up when you down up When you down for me. Yeah
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