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lirik lagu juice wrld – unbelievable (freestyle)

yeah, let’s do it, oof, got a lil’ more bounce to it, don’t it?
uhh uhh, i’ve been going through a lot as of lately
you can call me crazy
b-tches wanna play me
really i got blueprints
feelin’ like i’m jay-z
my flow in the morning, westwood no sway b
that’s just how it is, boy
my flow so brazy, my flow so cool
my flow so outdated, so old school
but then n-gg- switch it up to something so new
these n-gg-s walking around like they bulletproof
’til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof
k!ll his son too
give a f-ck, ohh, give a f-ck
nah, not what i do
i’m the type to pull up on your youth group
with a choppa and a machete, that’s f-ckin’ useful
matter of fact, here it go
i ain’t the same n-gg- i was a year ago
i feel like jesus in the studio
i’m spittin’ miracles, i’m in that white whip
what you call that sh-t? a miracle
f-ck yo b-tch from the back singing negro spirituals
got a seal, like fate, like a f-ckin’ envelope
i ain’t dope, i’m anti-dope, word to travis
you run up, that’s okay, you gettin’ played like lenny kravitz
i never had a father, like i said i’m such a b-st-rd
you run up, uh cool, i’ma let your brain splatter
the bullet rim rattle
i feel like shaquille in the fourth
break backboards
how i break her back when i hit it from the back, boy
i’m up to bat, boy, it’s out the park like barry bonds
you best believe that boy (huh)
i spit crack boy
i spit anything they want
i sell it and make it right back boy
you run up on me you get smacked, boy
you get smacked like a b-tch and a pimp running laps boy
i’m running sh-t like gym cl-ss on your b-tch -ss
leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a tampax
i pull up on ’em with two guns, they attached
knocked ’em out, ping ping ping, boxing match (uh)
but my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched
my flow is so hard, your flow is wack
my flow is so crack, your flow is so mid
my flow is so k!ll, your flow is so eeeh
i don’t got time for it
suck on my d-ck, tell your b-tch to come over and swallow my kids
choppa’ on my hip i had to hollow my tips
hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his -ss slippin’
pull up on his -ss leave him leakin’ i get ’em
walkin’ with a limp .40 heavy like i’m pimpin’
matter fact i have ’em dancin’ when i shoot it crippin’
n-gg-s talkin’ stupid ’til that n-gg- end up missin’
ufc when i fight ’em i put ’em submission
hand on a smith and, i’ma go and get ’em
stevie wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision
you can’t f-ck with me (uh) you can’t f-ck with me (huh)
i’m like a bad std b-tch you stuck with me (huh)
.40 on my hip i up it on me luckily (huh)
rushin’ hours, like i said got chrissie tuck with me (aye)
couple n-gg-s that’s bound to not give a f-ck with me (huh)
just in case these other n-gg-s try f-ck with me (uh)
kept my wits about me luckily, you know i’m smart (uh)
i’ve been flying through the air i feel like bonaparte (uh)
keep two b-tches in my circle like i’m noah’s arc (uh)
f-ck with me i up that choppa’ tear your bones apart (uh)
felt my grove on this track now i’m goin’ (huh)
in too deep with this rap sh-t the ocean (uh)
i’m a flow of the purple, the potion (uh)
i’ma catch me a op in the open (uh)
i make this sh-t look easy while you strugglin’
i’m ballin’ triple doublin’ while you doublin’
i exposed like shrooms get it? i be truffilin’
it’s terry crews with this sh-t you know i’m musclin’
watchin’ regular show laughin’ at muscle man
chip on my shoulder it’s lookin’ like a pringles can
desert eagle on my hip, i’m not a eagles fan
you know i’m from chicago they my people man (yeah)
try me if you wanna
i’ll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana
matter fact you run up on me you don’t want no drama
i’ma leave you scratched like a dj after dj drama touched it
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m on my f-cked sh-t
i’m k!llin’ n-gg-s like they on my bucket list
i turn my bucket list into a f-ckin’ f-ck it list
so when i k!ll i walk away like f-ck it, sh-t
i be on my f-ck it sh-t
matter fact me and g-money hittin’ the dealership
pullin’ up in the chrysler like john dillinger
rich as f-ck like, “d-mn, is you drug dealin’ b-tch?”
nah, i’m rappin, used to be trappin’
n-gg-s was actin’
cops h-t the door i hid the c-ke in the napkin
i was shootin’ cr-ps takin’ money
takin’ cr-ps on all these n-gg-s takin’ naps on me
they was sleepin’
westwood they was sleepin’
couldn’t believe ’em
now i’m the type to beat the beat up ’til it’s bleedin’
choke it out ’til the m-th-‘ f-ckers barely breathin’
they ain’t know a rockstar could rap like this
i’ma mc off the high-tech mixed with high-c
you don’t want that
shoot you in your stomach that sh-t hard to digest
make a art project out the projects
shoot you in your eyes put the sh-t in prospect
lookin’ at your mindset, i’m beyond that
i’m beyond that
i like this beat
this beat like me
i check this beat
this beat nike
these shoes on my feet
these sh-ts pricey
like thirteen hunnid (huh)
you know i run it
i pull up in hummers
you know i roll with them gunners
i feel like birdman stunner (uh)
you don’t want no problems
i give you cancer with this bullet
you can catch this trauma (uh)
man i know you heard the rumours
n-gg-s beefin’ all over computers
until i catch ’em lackin’ in my city
beat him in his head until he catch a tumour
tell his momma that i did it, she confused
“why my baby all over the f-ckin’ news?”
“what the f-ck my baby went and f-ckin’ did?”
he prolly’ went and f-cked with juice the kid
thats my old name, now it’s juice wrld
went to a different planet
now i’m up in two worlds
f-ck that sh-t i’m up in two girls
diamonds and pearls, i’m ruling the world
revenge on my body b-tch cause thats my state of mind
stevie wonder like i said before cause i’ma rob you blind
i got all these answers that these n-gg-s search to find
and they b-tches kinda bad i’ma have to get behind
hit it from the back until i f-ckin’ break her spine
after that i may just have to go and take whats mine
yeah yeah turn on that mob deep sh-t

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