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Juice Wrld - Juice Wrld Kills The Real Slim Shady Beat Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
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[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
You know we gettin' cash, right?
Bad bitch, she gon' shake her ass, right?
I'm like, "Damn baby, where you from?
What's your name? You familiar, did I meet you in a past life?"
I can give you all this money if you act right
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right, uh
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right
Then again I ain't paying for pussy, you rookie
Chopper on my hip and it's shootin', mm, mm
Ho, chopper on my hip and it's bad like Meagan Good
Bad little bitch, she gon' give me all of her cookies
Bad little bitch and she thick, looking like Snooki
Got a problem with me, I'ma shoot it like a movie, uh
That's just how it is
I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I've never been a Wiz
This is grown man shit, this is not for little kids
Even though I'm going hard like a nigga Little Bill
Got the molly in drink, I'ma crack a seal
Run up on me, you get popped like I'm popping all the pills
Spazzin' on every track, I battlerap
Anyone that's gon' battlerap, come battle that
I feel like Shaquille O'Neal when I shoot
Chopper gon' break the glass, ratatat
I don't got time for snakes, no time for rats
I'm smoking pack, I'm selling crack, bring it back
Run up on me, cool, that chopper on me get you clapped
Matter of fact, I don't know how to act
I'm a real-ass nigga, drill-ass nigga
Go-and-pop-a-pill-ass nigga, real-ass nigga
Fuck how you feel, lil' nigga, I'm real, lil' nigga
I'm sick, I'm ill, lil' nigga, for real, lil' nigga, uh
Freestyle off the dome, kickin' it for real
In the cut totin' my steel like Keel
If you don't kill the motherfucker, fuck it, I will
You better start writing your will, for real
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm real Juice, yes, I'm the real Juice
You can get juiced up, you fuckin' with me, uh
Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up?
Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up?
Someone bring all the real Xans out
This fentanyl shit got me layin' on the couch
Like, what the fuck is all these fake pills about?
What the fuck is all these fake thrills about?

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
R.I.P. to X, R.I.P. to Peep
R.I.P. to Mac, R.I.P. the beats
R.I.P. to anybody that want beef
R.I.P. to anybody that want beef
R.I.P. to all the niggas died in the street
R.I.P. to all the niggas died, rest in peace
Only thing I can't say is R.I.P. me
'Cause I'ma live forever, I put that on my life, B, uh
Flow go crazy
For niggas that's boolin' red, my flow go brazy
Shake like Haiti
Choppa on me, give your ass a plate
I don't give a fuck, I may just fuck your bitch today
Young nigga and I'm feelin' rich today
Scratch him off, lil' lotto, no quick pick today
Burn a nigga like Jamaicans and incense today
Been the realest nigga since an infant, okay, uh
On these Eminem beats, I'm a beast
From the west to the east, I'm a freak in the sheets
Got your bitch and she got a real badass physique
I'ma fuck her one time while you beatin' your meat
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
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