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Juice WRLD - Fenty (Let It Go)

lyrics- [Intro] 999 Lemme talk my shit [Verse 1] My lil' bitch love Fendi, huh, she Rihanna with that Fenty My gun full as hell, boy, please don't make me empty it Niggas fool as hell boy, they see the real in me You could catch a shell, boy, fuck nigga don't tempt me I let it go, I let it go, just let it go, I let it go Fuck nigga don't tempt me, I let it go I let it go, I let it go, fuck nigga don't tempt me She ride like a ten-speed, bad bitch from Miami Dive in the pussy like ten feet, I was in the cut with a semi Can't let a fuck nigga get me Can't let a fuck bih' catch me up She can still suck me up, yeah Came in the club with a super-soldier, nigga no G.I. Joe Feel like a giant around these lil' ass niggas, nigga no fee-fi-fo She want to fuck, she want the Henny and vod', bitch I drunk it all Just sit back, let me break your back Just like I break the law, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew (Aye, yuh) [Chorus] Blow some hundreds to the bitch inside the bank, yeah, uh Woke up rich, a nigga talkin' but he can't, yeah, ayy Run up, you get hit, that choppa like a snake, yeah [Verse 2] I told you that I don't got time for the snakes, yeah Run up, you get hit, that choppa break your back, yeah That lil' bitch gon' suck and fuck on our first date, yeah I'm gon prolly fucking cum all on her face, yeah Ball so hard, I do this shit like every day, yeah Shoot my shot at every bitch, I fade away, yeah Don't got a Glock then I'ma use a razor blade, yeah Gold in my mouth, my clock, but bitch no Flavor Flav, yeah Get so rich that I can shit up on my ex, yeah Should've thought before you sent that fucking text, yeah I'm just finna put my dick inside my next, yeah Fuck her once and then I gotta make an exit, yeah I'm in the past tense, woah Run up, I'm blastin' I'm taking off just like Nasa She do the coke off the napkin, uh White like napkin, huh Nigga you fake as fuck, you be cappin', yuh, ayy Like a poetry slam, I be snappin', hmm, ayy Niggas be talkin' shit but what happens to them? Pull up on him, that gun get to blastin' at him, yeah All I do is get money, I just be cashing on them [Pre-Chorus] Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew [Chorus] Blow some hundreds to the bitch inside the bank, yeah, uh Woke up rich, a nigga talkin' but he can't, yeah, ayy Run up, you get hit, that choppa like a snake, yeah