Letra de Juice - Chance the Rapper

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 ass is lowkey still a senior

And I still shake up BO Squad, praying for my BroBois

City on the come up, shout that nigga Sosa!

Shout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph

Playing Buenos Aires while they sleepin': buenas noches!

Wonder if I wrote this, 'cause it's so crisp

The most brokest cold stockbroker, winter solstice

I could win an Oscar, Russian accent husky

Acid addict, costly avid actor, Kevin Costner

Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!

I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!)

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?

Hashtag 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 nigga punk you

Knowin' bitch niggas 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 bitch in the blue heels, yop!

That one, drown in the juice nigga

Hunnid proof get found in a youth nigga

Stop with all the tryna introduce nigga

Everybody know you dude, you the new nigga!

How's it feel to be you? Yo no sé

I ain't really been myself since Rod passed

I ain't even really need that shop class

I ain't really been weak since pop's smashed

I'm a genius, a mothafuckin' pop smash

Hit sensei, master

Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe

Been paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA

Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!

I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!)

Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!

I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!)

Jugo, you never tasted paper

Tripped, racing ya'self tryna chase the paper

I just faced a Veg-er

And you love being Kobe when you make the lay-er

'Til you realize everybody in the world fuckin' 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 of fruits

And the thirst is the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!

I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!)

Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!

I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!)

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

(Juice, juice, juice, juice) Yup!

(Juice, juice, juice, juice) Yup!

Yup! Yup!

Yup!

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