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Juice Wrld - Slide Freestyles Lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse]
I be bool I be doing my thing I'm on live rich as hell, uh
Chillin' with the gang, uh
AP my wrist I'ma let that bitch sing, uh

[Part II]

[Intro]
I'ma groove cause I'm smooth, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma do what I do yeah, gun sing like Erykah Badu, yeah, yeah, yeah
Throw his body in the bayou, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
It's going down like X, R.I.P. to X
Respond to her with a text, you know I love to flex, yeah
She gon' give me the neck, please don't disrespect, yeah
Slap you in yo' neck call that neck respect, yeah
Choppa hit yo' nеck call that neck respect, yеah
Choppa kinda horny, extended clip got an erection
Niggas talking stupid, pull up to they section
Best friend is a Smith & Wesson
Bad bitch say she came from the Wesson
Took her to the western and broke her back in
Took her to the W and took a W
That lil' bitch she know that why she fucking under you
I was fuckin' on her now she sittin' under you
Sleepin' next to you, on your chest comfortable
Little did you know she eatin' me up just like a lunchable
Cinnamon toast suck my dick ooh crunchable
Huh, huh, huh, haha
[Chorus]
I'ma fool wit' it, I'm cool wit' it
They was doubtin' me when I was up in school wit' it
Now they on my line Cause they see that I'm a meal ticket
I ain't gon' respond to yo text bitch you better deal wit' it
Life is hard to swallow, you should take a pill wit' it
Fresh prince, I'm feelin' like Will wit' it
That's for real nigga mm that's for real

[Outro]
For real real real real mm-mhm-mm-mm, mhm

[Part III]

[Verse]
I may crash into you
I do the dash for a few, shout out to dash in the stu'
That nigga sleep in the stu' look like a creep in the stu'

[Part IV]

[Intro]
Mm-mm-mm, dummy
I am not a dummy
What hold on man, I got him what, watch this
[Verse]
Man this shit way too easy
Thee nigga makin' it hard
I pull his bitch pull that chopper then pull they card
Leave 'em in the yard uh
Put that on my squad uh
Fuck that shit I put it above, I put that shit on god uh
Send you up to god, uh
Send you to Allah, uh
That shit on my life, while my dick is on your wife, uh
Then I switch up I got bored, started to fuck yo momma
They say money change thangs call me Mister Obama
Ayy, millions in my safe you ain't even know it
So I put a AP on my wrist so I could show it, uh
10K up in Barney's I done blowed it
Look at this watch boy this shit is too heroic

[Bridge]
I ain't no hero though, Rollie subzero ho
This subzero flow
Feel like Robert De Niro, rob you for yo dinero
You will get jacked like sparrow, you will get jacked like sparrow

[Chorus]
Big guns on me no halo big guns shit like commando
I'm in the trap in a bando
Water whippin' with Fernando, uh
Canada I'm eating nando's, uh
[Part IV]

[Verse]
Only hang around with niggas who don't think
Only hang around with bitches who don't-

[Part V]

[Verse]
Ooh live the sober life, and I'm feeling right
Live the sober life, and I'm feeling right
Live the sober life, and I'm feeling right
I still fuck her like I'm off that codeine over ice
I still fuck her like that Actavis it's overpriced
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Wait I'm on live talkin' my shit but I could back it up
We've been doin' drive-by's in that four door Acura

[Part VI]

[Intro]
Ride 'round with that, bow, bow, bow, bow
Ride 'round with that, bow, bow, bow, bow

[Verse]
They be postin' guns on they instagrams
I'd never post a gun on my Instagram
No I'm not the one on my Instagram
All these niggas is my sons fuck a Instagram
If I go broke then its back to selling pounds of instant grams
Put a worker up out that hm that's a insta gram
Never gave a damn, damn
Maxlord let me hop on this beat man
Let me hop on this beat man
Flex on a bitch like he-man
Diamonds on my wrist I'm sea sick
Kill a nigga for no reason
Its is ooh ooh it is money season

[Part VI]

[Chorus]
Bitch I uh-uh-uh, bitch I uh-uh-uh
Choppa got an extra arm
Smokin' under arm
Niggas talkin' dumb to me I pull up wit' my, uh, ayy
Choppa got an extra arm
Smokin' under arm

[Verse]
I put a A.P. on my other arm, that's my lucky charm
Bitch I'm dangerous and armed, yeah I'm armed dangerous
You pull up then my chopper on me, I'm goin' hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm goin' hard

[Part VII]

[Verse]
Bitch I'm in Japan, Bitch I'm in Japan
Fell asleep on that flight, I thought I needed to take a Xan but G-Money brought the Wockhardt so we pulled up and poured that shit instead
I took that shit to the head
Middle fingers up it's fuck the feds
Two-tone on my wrist I've been getting bread