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Juice Wrld - Murda Gang Studio Session Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, I'm young, wild, and I'm rich
I don't even want her (M-M-M-Murda)
G-Money gon' come take yo' bitch

[Chorus]
Young, wild, and I'm rich
I don't want yo' hoe, G-Money gon' come take yo' bitch
Put that on my bros, run up on me, you get hit
Choppa with a scope, buckle up you know it's gon' be a ride, ayy, yeah, ayy
Fuck that bitch, yeah, I'ma get inside, ayy, yeah, ayy
Mike P is a bitch, that's on my life, ayy, yeah, ayy
I'm gon' put my dick inside yo' wife, ayy, ayy, yeah, uh
Nigga it's payday, what the fuck is a trayway?, hooh, ayy
I get—, haha
Fuckin' 'em up, don't give a shit, don't give a fuck
She finna suck, swallow me up, gun on my hip, hollow me up, ooh
Sad boy shit, still keep a choppa on me, on that bad boy shit
Colored dreads with a gun in my hand, ooh
I think I need an accountant, uh, I'm finna count it, I count it, uh
I'm finna count it, I count it, uh I'm finna count it, I count it, uh
I think I need an accountant, I'm in the club with a bouncer, uh
.40 on me it's [?], that bitch on me shе a cougar, uh
I fuck that bitch, not a loser, uh
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe choosin', uh
I just camе from London on that boujie shit, ooh, ayy
Mac all on my hip, ain't on that Uzi shit, yeah, ayy
Run up, you get hit, I got a ruler clip, uh
Versace on my .40, yup, yeah that Medusa, yep, yeah, ayy
I just came from London on some boujie shit, uh
Mac 11 on my bag, ain't on no Uzi shit
Back in, .40 on my—
Bad lil' bitch, she gon' fuck on my clique
Back in, packs in, I go shoppin' at Gucci you at PacksIn, uh
Why you actin'?, VVS on the way, it's avalanchin'
Get rich in a mansion, I'm a real nigga, you a mannequin, ayy
Skywalk on these fuck niggas like Anakin, yeah
I was at the door, they need to let me in, yeah
Lord forgive me, for, I know I'm finna sin, yeah
I ain't takin' L's, bitch I'm finna M, ayy
But I'm still with No Limit, ayy, yeah I still got no limits, ayy
Run up on me, we kill it, ayy, ooh
I just left London, shit, it was bussin'
I had a show, ooh, almost jumped in the crowd or somethin'
Smoking the loudest loud, uh
Fuck niggas, they frontin'
Almost got fake lean, that shit wasn't nothin', yeah, ayy
Uh, yeah, ayy
Uh, yeah, ayy
Uh, yeah, ayy
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