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mistletoe - topsongswrld 999 lyrics

[intro: juice wrld]
hahaha
and i don’t do—, rain down
this beat was made by seez’
that’s your tag right there
max in this b*tch, a$ap in this b*tch, vlone in this b*tch, olivia in this b*tch

[verse 1: juice wrld]
look at me, ho (let’s do it), i’ma do me, ho (uh*huh, let’s do it)
hit it from the back while she wearing that gucci thong, speedo (uh*huh)
uh, smoking on diesel, woah, smoking on real, woah
i don’t get re*rock, why? sippin’ on “cleaning you”, yeah

[chorus: juice wrld]
woah, woah, we smoke, i’m gone
she like, “where is the blow?”
i think i’ll meet her under the mistletoe
she like, “woah,” i’m like, “woah”
when i smoke, i be gone
she like, “where is the blow?”
i left it for her under the mistletoe, woah

[verse 2: juice wrld]
uh, hm, straight to the edge, huh, uh
‘fore i leave him dead, uh
bullet hole in his dreads, uh
every day, i get head, uh
in between them legs, ma’
i’ma go ‘head eat you up, i’ma go ‘head turn you out
i’ma go ‘head turn you up, uh, uh, yeah
i’ma go ‘head turn you up
thots from my old city so sick, they’ll d*mn near burn you up
gotta stay strapped up, i don’t need backup, but you need to back up
proceed with the proceeds, doin’ coke, she nosebleed
she think she know me, that lil’ b*tch police
told her to stop, please, stop, please
n*gga, you know i’m poppin’, pot of hot grease, yeah
n*gga, you know i’m poppin’, pot of hot grease, yeah, yeah
n*gga, you know i’m poppin’, just like soda, please, um
got a way with words, call that n*gga socrates
she wanna kick it, f*ck is this? you will not soccer me, ya’ dig?
[chorus: juice wrld]
woah, woah, we smoke, i’m gone
she like, “where is the blow?”
i think i’ll meet her under the mistletoe
she like, “woah,” i’m like, “woah”
when i smoke, i be gone
she like, “where is the blow?”
i left it for her under the mistletoe, woah

[outro: juice wrld]
motherf*cker getting that dough, getting that bread, n*gga, good bread, n*gga
loads of cold cuts, so what?
uh, look at me, ho, i’ma do me, ho
hit it from the back while she wearing that gucci thong, speedo
uh, smoking on diesel, woah, smoking on real, woah
i don’t get re*rock, why? sippin’ on “cleaning you”, yeah
woah, woah, woah, woah

- topsongswrld 999 lyrics

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