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Juice Wrld - 2mininhell Pt 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & J. Knight]
Ayy bro, this shit finna be cold (Ahahah)
I'm finna be talkin' bout' shit
Ayy, ayy look bro, you got 2 minutes to do this shit
Alright bet
2 minutes, let's go
Watch this, just watch
Enviyon on the mix
(Yo, oof oof oof)

[Verse]
I fuck that bitch in my room
Talkin' that shit til' I come through with choppas
I'm killin' him and killin' you, huh
All of my niggas get cash, uh
Run up on me then you lose, uh
All these bitches finna choose, yeah (Wait, wait)
All these bitches finna choose me
She say she ain't tryna suck, bitch (What)
Lil' bitch you finna lose me (Uhh)
I get that money and I get that coochie
I swear I rock Louis and Gucci, huh (Gucci, Gucci)
Run up on me then my clip like a movie
I shoot at your shit like a groupie, uh
Hoes in my dick and they swallow my kids
'Cause they know I'm the man and I'm with it, hey
Ballin' I feel like a champion
Come through with Gucci all over my fit, uh
Hoes in my dick and they fuck, uh
Told you I don't give a fuck, uh
Run up on me you get fucked up (Fucked up, Fucked up)
Lil' nigga I don't give a fuck, uh
All of my niggas get cash, what?
Stack that shit up that's a must, yeah
Run up on me then I bust, yeah
In my Glock 9 I'ma trust, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' on a bitch cause I want to (Come here)
Kick that lil' bitch like some kung-fu (Come here)
Cook all that crack like it's kung-pow (Wet)
Hit a motherfucker with a combo, huh
Servin' that shit like cilantro, damn
I got your bitch in my condo, uh
I got your bitch in my condo, damn
Fuckin' that bitch it ain't nothing (Come here)
You run up on me then with shotties I'm bussin', hey
I just been counting my money
I stack it and flip it I'm counting them hundreds, hey
I may pull up in a Hummer, I'm drummin' I'm fuckin' my nina she cumin (Yeah, Yeah)
Fuckin' that nina she cumin', I'm balling like Westbrook of OKC Thunder, hey (Ahahah)
Shit on that boy like a plunger, hey (What else)
Run up on me then I'm dumpin' (What else)
The police lookin' but your body in dumpster, yeah
Niggas be talkin' that shit, but they never make money they just make assumptions, uh (Finish)
Yeah, hold up, wait, wait
Uh, bitch on my dick and she suckin'
I swear that she fuckin' it really ain't nothing
Feelin' like Kobe, I'm getting these buckets
Fuckin' your girl when she leave I'm like fuck it
Call her a Uber, I leave the house with a Ruger
I cannot fuck with a loser
Your bitch a chooser
I met that lil' bitch at Hooters
Grabbing all over her Hooters (Yeah)
Don't fuck with school
So they calling me Ferris Bueller
She ridin' me like a Mula
I may pull up in that Rari' you hearing that motor
Run up on me then it's over
I got that Glock on my hip, bitch you know you got motives
I know these haters got motives
I feel like I am a terrorist, I am explosive
Glock on my hip, it's reloadin', hey
Bitch on my dick and she fuck me I met her on a first date
Suck me on the first date, uh
I run this shit like a Relay
Usain Bolt bitch I came in first place
I blow your candles out, Glock on my hip and I caught his ass like ain't no birthday, uh
He talkin' shit til' I ran on his house and I killed his ass right in his birthplace, uh