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Juice Wrld - 90120 Stem Edit Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch, we don't need you, but you need us, uh
90210 with my feet up
On that dirt bike, I'ma lose control, I'ma speed up, huh
Speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah
Trapping out the country, need a Visa
They got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him
Told all my opposition, life's a bitch, she finna leave ya, yeah
I'm finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, my Adidas, yeah
Blue money, got that old moldy pita bread
Bring your house down like Queen Latifah, yeah
She seen my watch, now she wanna come and FIFA, yeah
I ain't kickin', bitch, I'm bickin' it
I bought an island, I'm feelin' like Gilligan
Codeine on me, I can't stop sipping it
Dick in her mouth, she can't stop licking it
If I see the nigga that slid on my homie
I promise to God, I won't stop blicking 'em
AP watch, won't stop glistenin’
Bullеt hit your heart, nitroglycerin, uh
Nitro on my car, start the racе, I'm gon' finish it
Ahead of my time, still in my prime
Paved the way for these niggas
Already fashionably late, so I won't wait for a nigga
We eatin' good, passin' plates, breakin’ bread with my niggas, uh
[Chorus]
We don't need you, but you need us, uh
90210 with my feet up
On that dirt bike, I'ma lose control, I'ma speed up, huh
Speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah
Trapping out the country, need a Visa
They got my brother rottin’ in the county, need to free him
Told all my opposition, life's a bitch, she finna leave ya, yeah
I'm finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (Uh)

[Verse 2]
If you want it, come and get it
I come from the trenches, ay
Niggas thought that I was kidding, ’till I up that Smith-n, ay
I be beatin’ up the kitten when I'm fuckin’ bitches, ay
I may fuck yo' bitch, dismiss her, I ain't even missin’, ay
Up that .223, it hit him
One shot, I won't miss him, ay
Off the lean, when I hit it, got me reminiscin’, ay
I just poured the deuce inside my cup, they say I’m trippin’, ay
If I OD off this shit, they gon’ say I went missin’, ay
Label on me, say my project poppin’
Yeah, it’s pimpin’, ay
Run up on me, .40 like a pimp, it leave me limpin’, ay
Bitch, I’m Slickback with that slap, you might just catch one if you talkin’ shit
All my niggas really with that teacher chalkboard chalkin’ shit
[Chorus]
Bitch, we don't need you, but you need us, uh
90210 with my feet up
On that dirt bike, I'ma lose control, I'ma speed up, huh
Speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah
Trapping out the country, need a Visa
They got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him
Told all my opposition, life's a bitch, she finna leave ya, yeah
I'm finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (Uh)