Singles Juice WRLD - Cheese and Dope Freestyle (Video)
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Jesus H. Christ
I died for your sins
Balling Jimmy Butler 
Juice GPT Wrld
Juice GPT Wrld
OJ Simpsom
Superstar
GOAT shyt 
Lurk Angle
All Star
livindajetlife
Superstar
Aye nah that mf juice was a freestyling mf no bullshyt
KingsOfKings
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KingsOfKings
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bytch, I'm better, bytch, I'm better, bytch, I'm better, bytch, I'm better
I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better
You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha)
Look at the way I'ma spit this shyt, look at the way I used to hit them licks
I was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shyt
Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn"
nikka shoot him in his face, but it hit his bytch
All I know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after I make you flip
Smokin' on dope, smokin' on dope, sellin' that dope, I'm in the trap
Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab
Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house
But if you was tweakin', fukk it, load that clip when I kick you out
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fukkin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door
nikkas fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoes
I'm just poppin' like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on a go, ayy
Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person
Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent
Run up on me, I get to murkin'
Gun is a bird, It get to chirpin'
Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person", ooh, ayy
I thank God every day, he bless me, this discernment
I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh
My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bytch I pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh
Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it
I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A
UP universe park, that's where I was at, that's where we fukkin' stayed, ayy
We was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayy
nikkas in Rosen, ay, ay, gettin' that money, ayy, ayy
Over ease up in the streets, actin' grimey, ayy, ayy
I ain't Thug, but some my nikkas'll get real slimey, ayy, ayy
Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it
I'm ballin' for that green, I'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shyt
nikkas know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Curry
Whippin', whippin', flippin' chickens, Harold's to the churches
nikkas know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery
Ballin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, please
Get the fukk back, 'fore we fukk up 'yo set
Droppin' sets, loading TEC's
Hit your face and yo' neck
bytch, I'm ballin', don't need rebounds, I'm dunkin' on the bytch
Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunking in that bytch
High as fukk, off the Xans, sleep in class, fukk the work
Matter fact, after class, I was probably selling work
I had Addy's for the 30, I had Vyvanse for the 10
I had all types of Xans, I used to pass that to my friends
Who get high up beside lunch, after that, probably skip school
I was ridin' 'round the city with my motherfukkin' tool, uh
Used to leave the burbs, go back to the city
Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky
You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shyt sweet
Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still Trick or Treat
All these hoes wanna fukk on me, they can't get dikk for free
Matter fact, can't get dikk at all, 'cause these bytches ain't for me
They be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna scheme
If a bytch tryna set my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh
See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexual
See, bytch, I be flexin', and my life is on a pedestal
I'm just like KISS or sum', I got that heavy metal, and I'm rockin'
I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better
You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha)
Look at the way I'ma spit this shyt, look at the way I used to hit them licks
I was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shyt
Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn"
nikka shoot him in his face, but it hit his bytch
All I know is get the cash and stack it, yeah, after I make you flip
Smokin' on dope, smokin' on dope, sellin' that dope, I'm in the trap
Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab
Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house
But if you was tweakin', fukk it, load that clip when I kick you out
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fukkin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door
nikkas fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoes
I'm just poppin' like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on a go, ayy
Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person
Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent
Run up on me, I get to murkin'
Gun is a bird, It get to chirpin'
Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person", ooh, ayy
I thank God every day, he bless me, this discernment
I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh
My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bytch I pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh
Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it
I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A
UP universe park, that's where I was at, that's where we fukkin' stayed, ayy
We was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayy
nikkas in Rosen, ay, ay, gettin' that money, ayy, ayy
Over ease up in the streets, actin' grimey, ayy, ayy
I ain't Thug, but some my nikkas'll get real slimey, ayy, ayy
Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it
I'm ballin' for that green, I'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shyt
nikkas know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Curry
Whippin', whippin', flippin' chickens, Harold's to the churches
nikkas know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery
Ballin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, please
Get the fukk back, 'fore we fukk up 'yo set
Droppin' sets, loading TEC's
Hit your face and yo' neck
bytch, I'm ballin', don't need rebounds, I'm dunkin' on the bytch
Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunking in that bytch
High as fukk, off the Xans, sleep in class, fukk the work
Matter fact, after class, I was probably selling work
I had Addy's for the 30, I had Vyvanse for the 10
I had all types of Xans, I used to pass that to my friends
Who get high up beside lunch, after that, probably skip school
I was ridin' 'round the city with my motherfukkin' tool, uh
Used to leave the burbs, go back to the city
Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky
You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shyt sweet
Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still Trick or Treat
All these hoes wanna fukk on me, they can't get dikk for free
Matter fact, can't get dikk at all, 'cause these bytches ain't for me
They be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna scheme
If a bytch tryna set my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh
See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexual
See, bytch, I be flexin', and my life is on a pedestal
I'm just like KISS or sum', I got that heavy metal, and I'm rockin'
KingsOfKings
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I'm still baffled at his freestyle on tim westwood
walked
