Juice Wrld - Don’t Fall Off (KTM Drip)** lyrics

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Juice Wrld - Don’t Fall Off (KTM Drip)** lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro] Perc me in, let me in Let me in (Woah, woah) Drugs knockin' at my door Need to let me in (Need to let me in, woah) fu*k, yeah, uh [Chorus] Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I just let 'em in I can't fu*k that b*tch if she don't give me her consent How 'bout these hoes, don't give me an erection? If you with that sh*t, then up your gat, let it split, oh I know ni**as bangin' they flags like confederate, oh Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements, oh Lately I been riding dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" [Verse 1] [?], oh She su*ked me in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh [?] no tits, oh Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh I heard you got a new man, [?] I know that b*tch shakin' ass [?] I'm takin' W's, [?] [?] that b*tch just like they on the [?] Yeah, take that b*tch to Miami, just to have a threesome I got bad b*tches on deck, do you need one? Matter of fact, I got so many hoes I'll sell you one, you can keep one That b*tch don't need me, that 'lil ho need Jesus, ayy VVS on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ayy Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ayy I don't fu*k with none of you ni**as like I'm racist, ayy My songs on that bad b*tch playlist (For real) [Chorus] Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I just let 'em in I can't fu*k that b*tch if she don't give me her consent How 'bout these hoes, don't give me an erection? (Yeah, yeah) If you with that sh*t, then up your gat, let it split, oh I know ni**as bangin' they flags like confederate, oh Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements, oh Lately I been riding dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" [Verse 2] I been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (Yeah, skrrt) In the desert, on a dirt bike, with an AR, lettin' it all off (Tu-tu-tu-tu, grrah) My lil' b*tch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog (She a dog) Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off (Pause) Come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw I could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss Oxycodone all up in my hand, I'm scratchin' through the walls High as hell on my phone, groupies tryna get in my draws Foreign b*tch up in my Snapchat showin' ass I know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (For real) She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag Grip the chopper with the beam, this in a Louis bag I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags Wear it once then throw it away, I don't take it back Said she loved me, stupid b*tch, you should take it back I'ma drop ya' off, don't give a fu*k, I'll meet your dad ... ...go go go If he a [?] tucked, I'm on go mode, mode My closet like a motherfu*kin' gun show, oh (Uh) ... [Chorus] Knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in Ballin' hard, feel like D Rose, I just let 'em in I can't fu*k that b*tch if she don't give me her consent How 'bout these hoes, don't give me an erection? If you with that sh*t, then up your gat, let it split, oh I know ni**as bangin' they flags like confederate, oh Brand new house, it's on the hills, just got the settlements, oh Lately I been riding dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off"

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