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Juice Wrld - Fenty Let It Go Lyrics

[Intro]
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Lemme talk my shit, uh

[Verse 1]
My lil' bitch love Fendi, huh, she Rihanna with that Fenty
My gun full as hell, boy, please don't make me empty
Niggas fool as hell boy, they see the real in me
You could catch a shell, boy, fuck nigga don't tempt me
I let it go, I let it go, just let it go, I let it go
Fuck nigga don't tempt me, I let it go
I let it go, I let it go, fuck nigga don't tempt me
She ride like a ten-speed, bad bitch from Miami
Dive in the pussy like ten feet, I was in the cut with a semi
Can't let a fuck nigga get me
Can't let a fuck bih' catch me up
She can still suck me up, yeah
Came in the club with a super-soldier, nigga no G.I. Joe
Feel like a giant around these lil' ass niggas, nigga no fee-fi-fo
She wanna fuck, she want the Henny involved, bitch I drunk it all
Just sit back, let me break your back
Just like I break the law, yeah

[Chorus]
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, yuh
Ball so hard I took that bitch inside the bank, yeah, whoa
Woke up rich, a nigga talkin', but he can't, yeah, ayy
Run up, you get hit, that Choppa like a snake, yeah, woah
[Verse 2]
I told you that I don't got time for the snakes, yeah, whoa
Run up, you get hit, that Choppa wake and bake, yeah, woah
That lil' bitch gon' suck and fuck on the first date, yeah, ayy
I'm gon' probably fucking cum all on her face, yeah, ayy
Ball so hard, I do that shit like every day, yeah
Shoot my shot with every bitch, I fade away, yeah, ayy
Don't got a Glock, then I'ma use a razor blade, yeah, woah
Gold in my mouth, my clock, lil' bitch no Flavor Flav, yeah, whoa
Get so rich that I could shit up on my ex, yeah
Should've thought before you sent that fucking text, yeah
I'm just finna put my dick inside my next, yeah, huh
Fuck her once and then I gotta make an exit, yeah
I'm in the past tense, woah
Run up, I'm blastin'
I'm taking off just like NASA
She do the coke off the napkin, uh
White like napkin, huh, ayy
Nigga you fake as fuck, you be cappin', yuh, ayy
Like a poetry slam, I be snappin', hmm, ayy
Niggas be talkin' shit, but what happens to them?
Pull up on him, that gun get to blastin' at him, yeah
All I do is get money, I just be cashing on them

[Chorus]
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, yuh
Ball so hard until that bitch inside the bank, yeah, uh
Woke up rich, a nigga talkin', but he can't, yeah, ayy
Run up, you get hit, that Choppa like a snake, yeah