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raf simons (unreleased/remix) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
in my raf simons
remeber cash flippin’
rocky going crazy
why yo ass trippin?
b*tch
nn*fi
huh, ya dig?
uh
reaper on the beat

[chorus]
b*tch i’m past drippin’
in my raf simons
i like fast women
shake that ass for me
i’m a cash getter
i’m a money spender
i’m a trap worker
i’m a f*cking vendor

[co*chorus]
i f*ck your b*tch at my venue
i oder that p*ssy like menu
pull up on him, it’s just me and you
.40 on me what it’s gon’ do
i let it sneeze, hachoo
i let it sneeze, bless you
i get the cash, bless you
real n*gga come to the rescue
[verse: 1]
i f*ck your b*tch in the restroom
she was hating back in high school
now she thinking i’m a dude
tryna f*ck my friends too
don’t really know what to do
but i know that these b*tches gon’ choose
and i know that my n*ggas gon’ win
my n*ggas can’t go afford to go lose
i’m better than best, huh
m.j with that sh*t, cardiac your arrest, yeah
breaking bad, this sh*t like crystal meth
she took a cet, i took a perc
and bite her neck
she give me neck
kick her out, onto the next
she in that uber, she in her feelings
she off the xanny’s
i call her over, i get to kissin’
i’m in her panties
i feel like drake
i need a grammy, i need a grammy
give that to my granny

[chorus]
b*tch i’m past drippin’
in my raf simons
i like fast women
shake that ass for me
i’m a cash getter
i’m a money spender
i’m a trap worker
i’m a f*cking vendor
[co*chorus]
i f*ck your b*tch at my venue
i oder that p*ssy like menu
pull up on him, it’s just me and you
.40 on me what it’s gon’ do
i let it sneeze, hachoo
i let it sneeze, bless you
i get the cash, bless you
real n*gga come to the rescue

[verse: 2]
i’m rockin’ commo garesawn
i mean commo des garcon
and i’m still rockin’ bape
baby, i’m goin’ ape
i drop a four in my sprite
dammit i love the taste
dammit i love to waste away
don’t got a knife, got a razor blade
i got a gun with a razor blade
i let it rip like a beyblade
f*ckin’ your b*tch, that’s my lady
turn the trap house to a safe place
pull up on the scene wit’ an ak
man down b*tch no mayday
chief keef daughter with a new gun
two ak’s call ’em kay kay
[chorus]
b*tch i’m past drippin’
in my raf simons
i like fast women
shake that ass for me
i’m a cash getter
i’m a money spender
i’m a trap worker
i’m a f*cking vendor

[verse: 3]
had to f*ck his b*tch in the studio. yuh aye
dye my hair and dread it feel like coolio, yuh aye
this some guuci on me, this ain’t coogi hoe, yeah
aye i got a guuci b*tch, you got a coogi hoe, yuh aye
i been sppin’ water only fiji though, yuh aye
chopper wet ’em up, that’s a squeege hoe, yuh aye
i be with my brothers like luigi hoe, uh aye
hit my trap phone if you need me hoe, yuh
you can get to geekin’ hoe
b*tches be sneakin’ and geeking, uh
i give her d with no offense
ball on that b*tch like i’m rodman
told you i’m not with that talkin’, uh
i give her d with no offense
ball on that b*tch like i’m rodman
told you i’m not with that talkin’, uh aye
she f*cked up my bro, bro
that lil b*tch a hoe, hoe
that lil b*tch from soho
yeah she down to go bro
that b*tch f*ck my bro, bro
that lil b*tch a hoe, hoe
she say she from soho
she down to go*go
she in love with the blo*oh
she dance like a go*go
she in love with the blo*oh
she down to go*go
she in love with the blo*oh
she dance like a go*go

[chorus]
b*tch i’m past drippin’
in my raf simons
i like fast women
shake that ass for me
i’m a cash getter
i’m a money spender
i’m a trap worker
i’m a f*cking vendor

- juice wrld lyrics

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