Juice Wrld - Lose Me MP3 dan Lirik Lagu

[intro]
aight bro this sh~t finna go… (ahahah)
i'm finna be talkin' bout' sh~t
hey look bro, you got 2 minutes to do this sh~t
alright bet
2 minutes let's go
watch this, just watch
enviyon on the mix

[verse]
i f~ck that b~tch in my room
talkin' that sh~t til' i come through with choppas
i'm k!llin' him and k!llin' you, huh
all of my n~ggas get cash, uh
run up on me then you lose, uh
all these b~tches finna choose, yeah
all these b~tches finna choose me
she say she ain't tryna suck, b~tch
lil' b~tch you finna lose me
i get that money and i get that coochie
i swear i rock louis and gucci, huh
run up on me then my clip like a movie
i shoot at your sh~t like a groupie, uh
hoes in my d~ck 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 d~ck and they f~ck, uh
told you i don't give a f~ck, uh
run up on me you get f~cked up
lil' n~gga i don't give a f~ck, uh
all of my n~ggas get cash, what?
stack that sh~t up that's a must, yeah
run up on me then i bust, yeah
in my glock 9 i'ma trust, yeah
f~ckin' on a b~tch cause i want to
kick that lil' b~tch like some kung~fu
cook all that crack like it's [?]
hit a motherf~cker with a combo
servin' that sh~t like cilantro, d~mn
i got your b~tch in my condo, uh
i got your b~tch in my condo, d~mn
f~ckin' that b~tch it ain't nothing
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 f~ckin' my nina she cumin
f~ckin' that nina she cumin', i'm balling like westbrook of okc thunder, hey
sh~t on that boy like a plunger, hey
run up on me then i'm dumpin'
the police lookin' but your body in dumpster, yeah
n~ggas be talkin' that sh~t, but they never make money they just make assumptions, uh
yeah, hold up, wait, wait
uh, b~tch on my d~ck and she suckin'
i swear that she f~ckin' it really ain't nothing
feelin' like kobe, i'm getting these buckets
f~ckin' your girl when she leave i'm like f~ck it
call her a uber, i leave the house with a ruger
i cannot f~ck with a loser
your b~tch a chooser
i met that lil' b~tch at hooters
grabbing all over her [?]
don't f~ck 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, b~tch you know you got [?]
i know these haters got [?]
i feel like i am a terrorist, i am explosive
glock on my hip, it's reloadin', hey
b~tch on my d~ck and she f~ck me i met her on a first date
suck me on the first date, uh
i run this sh~t like a relay
usain bolt b~tch 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' sh~t til' i ran on his house and i k!lled his ass right in his birthplace, uh