Video Choppa Sang Happy Life V2 de Juice Wrld 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Choppa Sang Happy Life V2 Lyrics

[Intro]
That nigga don't stop working, he on tour
And he in the what, the stu', what? (Bang, hahaha)
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Steppin' in forces (Yeah), chains 'round my neck
With the gang, totin' them things, it go bang on your set
Give me that brain, give me that brain, brain, I need it
Choppa sing,you run like Usain,from the Kel-Tec
Steppin' in forces (Yeah), chains 'round my neck
With the gang, totin' them things, it go bang on your set
Give me that brain, give me that brain, brain, I need it
Choppa sing,you run like Usain,from the Kel-Tec

[Verse 1]
I'm stuntin' off these Percocets, there's lean in my soul
Treat thе Ecstasy like wheels, I pop two then I roll
He ain't rich for rеal, flex, I bet he will, we all know he broke
This bitch at my show in the front row with my dick in her throat
Uh, get stepped on, off of the glass, feel like LeBron
I smack her ass, that's with my palm
Then I throw Ben Franklins
That's your man's talking trash, use him as demonstration
Yeah, yeah, line 'em up, hit 'em with the firearm
Hahaha, it's like I'm finna slit my wrist, sike
Ain't a sad kid, but I got sad money, huh, right (Okay)
I'm a sad kid with some sad money, right?
Prolly got sad from living the fast life (Bang, haha)
[Chorus]
Steppin' in forces (Yeah), chains 'round my neck
With the gang, totin' them things, it go bang on your set
Give me that brain, give me that brain, brain, I need it
Choppa sing,you run like Usain,from the Kel-Tec
Steppin' in forces (Yeah), chains 'round my neck
With the gang, totin' them things, it go bang on your set
Give me that brain, give me that brain, brain, I need it
Choppa sing,you run like Usain,from the Kel-Tec

[Verse 2]
Uh, bitch, I'm Barry Bonds, yeah, I'm up to bat, homie (Yeah)
Beat yo' ass like a white police do a black homie (Yeah)
Got white people money also got a all-white mansion (Yeah, yeah)
Hockey rocky wrist, avalanchin' (Uh)
Dior every pair, I got enough to share, yeah
These Chanels ain't just rare, these Chanels rare, rare
Vroom, vroom, vroom, KTM through Bel-Air, air
Boom boom room, bad bitches in my lair-air
New crib on the way, feng shui, on point
Backwoods, five grams or ten gram joints
Gun in my hands, trigrams, sixty-four shot boy
My Draco a thot (Bang), giving top on every block boy (Haha)

[Chorus]
Steppin' in forces (Yeah), chains 'round my neck
With the gang, totin' them things, it go bang on your set
Give me that brain, give me that brain, brain, I need it
Choppa sing,you run like Usain,from the Kel-Tec
Steppin' in forces (Yeah), chains 'round my neck
With the gang, totin' them things, it go bang on your set
Give me that brain, give me that brain, brain, I need it
Choppa sing,you run like Usain,from the Kel-Tec