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Juice WRLD

"Biscotti In The Air*"

[Verse]
...eating good
These n***as on the front porch like [?] (b*t*h)
Roll up woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (b*t*h)
Where my real ones go, we the only real ones
We don't play, get in our way, we gon' kill som' (For real)
I miss my dog, in the slums, make him feel [?]
Won't stop 'till we see blood, make him feel the real one (b*t*h)
Pain in they veins, bullets tear leave a stain
From the pain in our friends when they took what I gained
Nowadays ain't the same, they wanna scream out they name (Let's go)
No reply, so we gettin' high
Fire from the other side
f**k your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Yeah)
Pop that thirty, not that ten, I need a bigger itch (Yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, Finding a bigger b*t*h (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
...All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
[?] (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, put the biscotti in the air
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