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lirik lagu devils work (freestyle) – juice boi

[intro]
yeah, i get this money man
do you at all times, ya feel me?
they gon speak on you regardless
but you know, still f*ck em

[verse]
i woke up this morning f*ck the world i don’t give a f*ck
sippin and my liver f*cked i can’t seem to give it up
i can’t seem to understand why suckas wanna k!ll me for
throw this money in the air and f*ck around get rid of ya
i got bread to spread for the dead n*gga try me
no louis vuitton sneaks but i got bl**dy shoes on my feet
still i keep goin they can’t touch the levels i reach
sh*ttin on my opponents and this ain’t even my peak
i speak truth every time i hit the booth
i’m juicе wet your b*tch cooch i can cut her loose
and thе truth is i’m too lit for these fools
give em smoke like the lit cigarette that i pull
under pressure play it cool i’m a threat to these dudes
chess moves get the rent paid when the rent due
get a check then i reinvest sh*t i’m into
you coulda done the same but your bag spent through
you a dummy get your money but be smart with it
take some advice from the rise don’t be hard headed
get the work run it back don’t run off with it
never take the first offer that they offerin’
cus if you wasn’t worth a day wouldn’t offer sh*t
know your worth now you back up in them offices
renegotiatin what the offer is
and now you touchin paper like an office clip
b*tch i be at the table where the bosses sit
makin boss moves you just a bosses b*tch
pistol on my hip cus they when i floss my sh*t
but imma ball til i fall til we all get rich
out the gutter with this sh*t i come from nothin forreal
ain’t had a plate i had to wait like where the f*ck is my meal
i was starvin broken hearted but i couldn’t shed no tear
attitude on cutthroat don’t give a f*ck how they feel
got up on my ass and hustled hard my hustle raw
got it straight out my mom garage a couple large
that i’m countin in a foreign car it got the stars
like a sp*ceship trip to mars i took it far
oh god now i’m pullin strings like a guitar
play safe when you play with me or don’t play at all
don’t complain when you in the game just play your cards
numb the pain like it ain’t no thang play nonchalant
like it ain’t sh*t to you cus it really isn’t
i saw my vision made a plan now i’m on a mission
i’m quarterbackin, flea fl!ckin and i’m pea flippin
i send a blitz for that sack if pea missin listen
we ain’t the same ima draw the line
my crimes organized
y’all go against me leave y’all mortified
oh y’all don’t like b*tch form a line
ain’t nothin new this my life these are more than rhymes
juice

- juice boi

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