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Juice Wrld - Soldier Lyrics

They don't want smoke, They don't want smoke uh
You see my voice how bou' that?
I see faces when I'm tweakin' off the shrooms
Real nigga, how did you walk into the room
Freestyling, I ain't got to write for you
She gon' do the coke, she gon' snort the white for you
Run up, you gon' die, yes, I got my nine on me
Don't fuck with no haters, don't fuck with fake homies
Do this by my lonely, run up then it's over
We march on yo' body, I feel like a soldier
I feel like a soldier
I be balling now just like a pro, pro
I'ma fuck that bitch on the low
Pull up on the scene, .40 make 'em bleed
Feel like Frеddy Krueger, how I'm up in your dreams
Yеah, I keep a Ruger, you ain't fuckin' with me
Shorty want to kick it, this is not a soccer team
Got away with worse, I feel like I'm Socrates
She gon' do it all, she gon' hold the Glock for me
If I'm in the way then she gon' get shot for me
But I still got the Glock on me
And that shit a guarantee
Leave you like a period, I make a nigga bleed
I see faces when I'm tweakin' off the shrooms
Real nigga, how did you walk into the room
Freestyling, I ain't got to write for you
She gon' do the coke, she gon' snort the white for you
Run up, you gon' die, yes, I got my nine on me
Don't fuck with no haters, don't fuck with fake homies
Do this by my lonely, run up then it's over
We march on yo' body, I feel like a soldier
You got pills send em' through the mail
You can't feel do I look like brail
You hate me tell that bitch go to hell
(Oohh)
Magic bitch like a spell
Dumb bitch like how can you spell
Pull up on em' with that chopper he wailing
I don't roll with thеm niggas that's wildin
My gun a librarian,(heh) got a silence
I ain't nevеr peaceful, (huh) with the violence
Rockstar savage you can ask Roselane
Bitch I'm toting catch him in the open
He ain't not no cigarette but yeah I'm a smoke him
Police come around and I act like I don't know him
.40 finna blow him, I'm gonna show him
He say "I'm not no real nigga"
Fuck it, I'm finna show him
Just like a line, with the choppa, up and mow him, aah
I see faces when I'm tweakin' off the shrooms
Real nigga, how did you walk into the room
Freestyling, I ain't got to write for you
She gon' do the coke, she gon' snort the white for you
[Run up, you gon' die, yes, I got my nine on me
Don't fuck with no haters, don't fuck with fake homies
Do this by my lonely, run up then it's over
We march on yo' body, I feel like a soldier