lirik lagu chance the rapper feat. no name gypsy - juice
thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose
i mean, i know i’m pretty cool
my nitty bag, my kitty boost
i got the juice, i got the juice
chano, chatham’s own
foolies glad i’m home
even my haters kinda glad i’m on
rest in peace to my vagabond
rapper song, singer, suspended, subpoena
for misdemeanors, dreamer
held back -ss is lowkey still a senior
and i still shake up bo squad, praying for my brobois
city on the come up, shout that n-gg- sosa!
shout my n-gg- fat trel, shout my n-gg- joseph
playing buenos aires while they sleepin’ buenas noches!
wonder if i wrote this cause it’s so crisp
the most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice
i could win an oscar, russian accent husky
acid addict, costly avid actor, kevin costner
ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! turn up turn up!
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
i got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
i got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)
god give me one sentence more
maybe i just gotta get suspended more?
hash tag it, get mentions for it
make you love it, get it trending more
and then act humble
hear some bull that some dude mumble
wantin’ to jump dude, but let that n-gg- punk you
knowin b-tch n-gg-s wanna bring guns to the rumbles, igh!
but i love y’all souls, don’t let the juice spill pac!
blue pill pop ’til you feel good enough to pop
the popped b-tch in the blue heels yop!
that one, drown in the juice n-gg-
hunnid proof get found in a youth n-gg-
stop with all the tryna introduce n-gg-
everybody know you dude you the new n-gg-!
hows it feel to be you? yo no sé
i ain’t really been myself since rod p-ssed
i ain’t even really need that shop cl-ss
i ain’t really been weak since pops smashed
i’m a genius, a mothaf-ckin pop smash
hit sensei, master
jack and lindsey, wiley, kembe
been paid, 10 day been they fafsa
ahh! turn up, turn up!
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
juice! (juice!)
i got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)
yup, jugo, you never tasted paper
tripped, racing yaself trynna chase the paper
i just faced a vega
and you love being kobe when you make the lay up
till you realize everybody in the world f-ckin hates the lakers
and then everybody wanna sip
til the juice spill everybody wanna bib
and then everybody wanna dip
told you i ain’t worried, i ain’t scared of the booth
all you can do is spit a verse of the truth
merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits
and the thirst, just the worst, it’s the curse of the juice!
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