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Correct Yonkers (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Juice WRLD
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Correct Yonkers (Freestyle)
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Uh-huh, I was just talkin' about how I like Tyler and then cole Uh, Im'ma, uh I'ma fuckin' Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks Runnin' up on me you get popped Catch the shot out the Glock, I'm the Juice, word to Pac Run up on me, pop the top, matter of fact, better back up Cause I'm in the back of the truck with the MAC tucked Turn that nigga into a condiment or somethin', he need to catch up He can't catch us, them niggas can't back us Man, them niggas need some backup I'm on the scene, boolin' with my bros Like Drake with the 6, runnin' through it with my woes Run up on me like Shaquille and the paint I'm throwin' bows You a ballerina cause I keep you on your toes Shout out to them Florida niggas, I know some zos Run up, that's okay, I'm finna let the choppa blow I'm on Westwood, ridin' through yo hood Like Red Ridin', strikin' like bright lightnin', my flow is too excitin' I'll end yo world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin' it Try me if you think I'm lyin', now listen how I do it I get brain from a smart bitch but she stupid Put an arrow through yo heart but no, I'm not Cupid Like you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it's not Cupid The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone Yo bitches so sprung, yeah I put the team on She gon get the whole team head, call that a crew neck But I'm wearin' a sweater, I'ma get her wetter I'm the best to ever do it, I'ma say that shit forever No matter the weather, knock 'em out like Floyd Mayweather I'm off the dome kickin' it, that's just how it is I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids Hell naw, cause you will get popped off like a zit If you fuckin' with my money cause I'll all about a grip Tell yo bitch to swallow kids and I'll tell you to swallow clips Rest in piss, rest in this, matter of fact, I'ma go hard Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill 'em like Bogart Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie I'm hotter than white bitches chillin' in a jacuzzi My money got longer, shout out to Uzi I'm in the scene with a nina, you run up, I'm shootin' I swear that you don't want no problems with me, it's over with Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober shit It's a union with my gang, comin' round like it's Soviet Matter of fact, I'm finna gamble for this shit with yo poker chips If you run up, you will, you will get cranked like Soulja did I'ma drop bars same way I drop bombs, you ain't on shit WW-dot-com, I forgot a W, I took that out, that W stand for "Win" And I never took the losin' route, I always took the losers out Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out Run up on me, that's okay, they beefin' with computers now I'm not worried about these niggas, keep a thirty on my hip I Steph Curry about these niggas These niggas hella soft, man I worry about these niggas I never run away, I don't flurry away from niggas That nigga lil' pussy, he furry, ain't he, lil' nigga? Pull up on the scene, you know I'm with it My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a "Stop, you finished" You know we did it I'm ballin' like Dennis Rodman, I'm fuckin' awesome My bombin' like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic I'm faster than sonic, I'm faster, withdrawals got me fastin' My stomach movin' slow like molasses, I got it Run up on me, I'm poppin' Feel like Drake when I'm rappin' cause I start from the bottom All this shit that I'm talkin', I could probably back it I slide into yo bitch DM like a sled and toboggan For yo brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin' that target I'll turn yo ass to a target then threw yo ass in the garbage Run up on me, it's nothing, I swear to god that I'm bussin' Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin' These niggas makin' assumption, me, I'm just makin' this money I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference? Broke niggas and rich niggas, showin' the distance This is a business relationship, fuck a friendship All these other niggas fake like "What you got over there? Let me get something off your plate", nah I did this all by myself so I don't need nobody's help, shit I'm a giant, you an elf, I put yo brains up on a shelf after I collect it Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon Slide through yo block again and catch some sloppy seconds That's a preference, I heard you talkin' about heaven Well I send yo ass to hell, right next to Jezebel You can catch 20 shells, you a fat person, you get shot, Garfield I got bars like jail barbells, these niggas not funny, Seinfeld But my flow is so unpredictable Fuckin' with me is like steppin' in a minefield Man, I could never mess up, I gotta fess up, this is a confession I pull up on the scene with my 40, it came from my plaster That shit is a blessing, I leave you in the past tense I rap to wrappin' plastics, that's just some plaster rap But I'm still the realest rapper after the fact, can you imagine that? Man, these niggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn't magic that Man, this rappin' shit is such a passion Not a father when I did it so I'm callin' me a bastard And these niggas talkin' dumb to me But that shit doesn't matter, cause my pockets gettin' fatter And I'm climbin' like a ladder, outta space, I'm up on Saturn With some niggas that came from my hometown They really rowdy, you run up, that's okay I swear to God we get to growlin' and bouncin' and pouncin' You gon need a bouncer, we robbin' yo accountant for everything So much money that I ain't even count yet Life's a bitch, why is mine keep playin' farfetched These niggas ain't locked up, haven't seen bars yet My gun singin' like Barbra, guess, Streisand I got a knife in my right hand, yo bitch in my left hand And her meth in my back pocket, I'll give it to her in a second If she keep jockin', I'll rip your eyes out of your head If you keep watchin', I am the best rapper in here The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere I can say what I want and it'll come out how I want it Run up if you want, that's okay cause it's over I really do not condone it, I don't fuck with opponents It's commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three And they singin' like Jonas, I don't really got no smoke But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin' Robins Back at the bottom, now it's Givenchy and Gucci All over my pant pockets, man, maybe I should stop it Let's keep goin' man, I'm just feelin' nauseous Off the Henny, that's the remedy A hundred in these clips so if I shoot it that's a centipede I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin' like a century It's 21 inside the clip, like the century, I'm schoolin' niggas Ruler and the Glock, elementary, I'm in her mouth like a dentist She made me replenish, I'm ballin' like I'm Dennis Rodman, rotten, plottin', freestyle, no jottin', I got it Man I could rap forever if I go broke Westwood I'ma trap forever So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes My gun with me cause it go, oof! Next beat, next beat, I may come back Next part, what should I kill? Cool
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