Jarad Anthony Higgins (born December 2nd, 1998; died December 8th, 2019), k… Read Full Bio ↴Jarad Anthony Higgins (born December 2nd, 1998; died December 8th, 2019), known professionally as Juice WRLD, was an American hip-hop musician from Chicago, Illinois. He was primarily known for his breakout hits, "All Girls Are The Same" and "Lucid Dreams", the latter of which peaked at number #2 on the Billboard Hot 100. The album enjoyed positive critical reception, and contained three other singles: "Armed and Dangerous", "Lean Wit Me" and "Wasted", all of which charted on the Billboard Hot 100. He released his debut studio album "Goodbye & Good Riddance" in May 2018. It has since peaked at #4 on the Billboard 200.
After collaborating with Future on the mixtape "WRLD on Drugs", which was released later that year and peaked at number #2 on the Billboard 200. He also contributed to the soundtrack for Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. Juice WRLD announced his second album, Death Race for Love, which was released on March 8, 2019. It was preceded by the singles "Robbery" and "Hear Me Calling", with the former making its debut at number 27 on the Hot 100.
Higgins started his musical influences as being genre-wide going from rock music to rap music. Higgins stated that his biggest influences were rappers Chief Keef, Travis Scott, The Weeknd, Kanye West, and British rock singer Billy Idol. His other influences included Wu-Tang Clan, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Black Sabbath, Megadeth, 2Pac, Eminem, Kid Cudi and Escape the Fate. Higgins' music has been branded as "emo" and "rock" leaning, "genre-bending" with music focusing on having a "every broken heart, every wounded feeling."
On December 8, 2019, Higgins suffered a seizure at Midway International Airport in Chicago, Illinois. According to the Chicago Police Department, Higgins was conscious and bleeding from the mouth when paramedics arrived on the scene. He was rushed to a nearby hospital, where he has pronounced dead shortly after. Higgins was 21. On December 22nd 2019, The Cook County Medical Examiner stated that Higgins died on 8th December 2019 as a result of toxic levels of oxycodone and codeine present in his system.
After collaborating with Future on the mixtape "WRLD on Drugs", which was released later that year and peaked at number #2 on the Billboard 200. He also contributed to the soundtrack for Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. Juice WRLD announced his second album, Death Race for Love, which was released on March 8, 2019. It was preceded by the singles "Robbery" and "Hear Me Calling", with the former making its debut at number 27 on the Hot 100.
Higgins started his musical influences as being genre-wide going from rock music to rap music. Higgins stated that his biggest influences were rappers Chief Keef, Travis Scott, The Weeknd, Kanye West, and British rock singer Billy Idol. His other influences included Wu-Tang Clan, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Black Sabbath, Megadeth, 2Pac, Eminem, Kid Cudi and Escape the Fate. Higgins' music has been branded as "emo" and "rock" leaning, "genre-bending" with music focusing on having a "every broken heart, every wounded feeling."
On December 8, 2019, Higgins suffered a seizure at Midway International Airport in Chicago, Illinois. According to the Chicago Police Department, Higgins was conscious and bleeding from the mouth when paramedics arrived on the scene. He was rushed to a nearby hospital, where he has pronounced dead shortly after. Higgins was 21. On December 22nd 2019, The Cook County Medical Examiner stated that Higgins died on 8th December 2019 as a result of toxic levels of oxycodone and codeine present in his system.
Red Bentley
Juice WRLD Lyrics
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You do the bag
That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's not nice, man)
Okay, we on some crazy shit (Woo!)
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Drinkin' syrup, cookin' birds, snatch utensil
Crawfish, nigga, jelly, salt as pepper
Fresh Prince, Hublot, nigga, black and pink
Every time I go in my jewelry box, gotta wear my mink
And my drip expensive, 12 karat apiece
All my tennis chains look like ear rings on obesity (yeah)
All a nigga do is drink codeine, make at least a mil' a week (yeah)
No limit, nigga, gon' see 'bout your dawg, want nothin' but some murders (yeah)
It's a therapeutic, pop the new tags (yeah)
When I piss on diamonds, you can smell the Xan (yeah)
I'm wipin' my ho down with gold, you don't understand (yeah)
Niggas in Paris, I'm with the gang members in France (yeah)
Got a half a ticket scattered on my hands (yeah)
I'm on three drugs, I need a cat scan (yeah)
Wipe the barrel off the nose of that yoppa (yeah)
I got 'em comin' off the bench, Jamal Crawford (yeah)
I kick my shit like Liu Kang, you know that counts (yeah)
Cream and green Rolexes, you slime bastard (yeah)
These bitches greet me on their knees 'cause I'm their master (yeah)
I caught a tall European and we wrestled (yeah)
Wrist on a brick, uh, I was just servin' these nicks, uh
You on the list, uh, on the Chi, you gon' get hit
Pullin' on niggas sticks, think twice 'fore you diss
Better not trust that bitch, better not swap your spit
I'd rather cop me a whip, I can't diss no bitch
10 thousand dollars worth of clips, we ain't runnin' out of this shit
Split a Percocet with the bitch, 500 pointers on my wrist
I'm just an international nigga with the shit, 16 hoes at the Ruth Chris
I got 10 chains on me, ho, I ain't got nothin' against 2 Chainz (no)
We got the block for our door, mama don't need no new paint
We still Ferraris and vogues, hop out the jet and go hop on the boat
A long way from maintain, gettin' head in the Mulsanne (let's go)
The realest, the trillest, you know I'ma make sure the crew ate
When the business get finished, you get hundred racks and the blue Range
I'm Dennis The Menace, I've been gettin' paid for a couple ages
I get the racks from distortin' ladies, 500 mil' off a tour date
Your bitch is eatin', fuck her, then we don't speak
40 on me on pre-heat, diamonds on me like RiRi
I need the neck, neck, gon' get on your knees
This a brand new TEC, gon' and feel that heat
You should come get your ho, yeah, I just hit her
Yeah, you kinda bad, but I'm kinda fuckin' on your sister
Pluto said he don't give a fuck, those twin sisters
But fuck twins, I need triplets, red bone like a piglet
Uh, now, bitch, keep it movin'
That's your nigga, bet I kill him, lil' bitch, I'm a bully
With them niggas that pull triggers, please don't overlook it
Big ass choppa-choppas, he couldn't even go to the doctor-doctor
Money older than your father's father, yeah
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's not nice, man)
Okay, we on some crazy shit (Woo!)
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Drinkin' syrup, cookin' birds, snatch utensil
Crawfish, nigga, jelly, salt as pepper
Fresh Prince, Hublot, nigga, black and pink
Every time I go in my jewelry box, gotta wear my mink
And my drip expensive, 12 karat apiece
All my tennis chains look like ear rings on obesity (yeah)
All a nigga do is drink codeine, make at least a mil' a week (yeah)
No limit, nigga, gon' see 'bout your dawg, want nothin' but some murders (yeah)
It's a therapeutic, pop the new tags (yeah)
When I piss on diamonds, you can smell the Xan (yeah)
I'm wipin' my ho down with gold, you don't understand (yeah)
Niggas in Paris, I'm with the gang members in France (yeah)
Got a half a ticket scattered on my hands (yeah)
I'm on three drugs, I need a cat scan (yeah)
Wipe the barrel off the nose of that yoppa (yeah)
I got 'em comin' off the bench, Jamal Crawford (yeah)
I kick my shit like Liu Kang, you know that counts (yeah)
Cream and green Rolexes, you slime bastard (yeah)
These bitches greet me on their knees 'cause I'm their master (yeah)
I caught a tall European and we wrestled (yeah)
Wrist on a brick, uh, I was just servin' these nicks, uh
You on the list, uh, on the Chi, you gon' get hit
Pullin' on niggas sticks, think twice 'fore you diss
Better not trust that bitch, better not swap your spit
I'd rather cop me a whip, I can't diss no bitch
10 thousand dollars worth of clips, we ain't runnin' out of this shit
Split a Percocet with the bitch, 500 pointers on my wrist
I'm just an international nigga with the shit, 16 hoes at the Ruth Chris
I got 10 chains on me, ho, I ain't got nothin' against 2 Chainz (no)
We got the block for our door, mama don't need no new paint
We still Ferraris and vogues, hop out the jet and go hop on the boat
A long way from maintain, gettin' head in the Mulsanne (let's go)
The realest, the trillest, you know I'ma make sure the crew ate
When the business get finished, you get hundred racks and the blue Range
I'm Dennis The Menace, I've been gettin' paid for a couple ages
I get the racks from distortin' ladies, 500 mil' off a tour date
Your bitch is eatin', fuck her, then we don't speak
40 on me on pre-heat, diamonds on me like RiRi
I need the neck, neck, gon' get on your knees
This a brand new TEC, gon' and feel that heat
You should come get your ho, yeah, I just hit her
Yeah, you kinda bad, but I'm kinda fuckin' on your sister
Pluto said he don't give a fuck, those twin sisters
But fuck twins, I need triplets, red bone like a piglet
Uh, now, bitch, keep it movin'
That's your nigga, bet I kill him, lil' bitch, I'm a bully
With them niggas that pull triggers, please don't overlook it
Big ass choppa-choppas, he couldn't even go to the doctor-doctor
Money older than your father's father, yeah
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
The lyrics to Juice WRLD and Future's song "Red Bentley" convey a sense of extravagance, indulgence, and self-confidence. The opening lines suggest that they are focused on acquiring wealth and material possessions, as indicated by the phrase "you do the bag, that's what we on?". The artists boast about their luxurious lifestyle, with references to expensive cars (the red Bentley truck) and jewelry (tennis chains), highlighting their opulence and success.
The lyrics also touch upon drug use, particularly the consumption of codeine (a potent opioid) and the associated wealth it brings. They mention the therapeutic effects of indulging in excessive spending (popping new tags) and how the smell of Xanax can be detected when urinating on diamonds. The excessive consumption of drugs is further emphasized by the mention of using a cat scan due to being on three different drugs.
Additionally, the song showcases their prowess with women, alluding to sexual encounters and dominance in their relationships. They have a nonchalant attitude towards women, referring to them as "bitches" and asserting their authority by claiming to be their "master". They also boast about their ability to attract multiple women simultaneously, highlighting their desirability.
Overall, the lyrics of "Red Bentley" embody a sense of indulgence, excess, and confidence in both material wealth and sexual prowess.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jarad A. Higgins, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Shane Lee Lindstrom
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@travonwebster9649
Geesh you know Juice Wrld was legend status, held his own on the track wit Thugga and Pluto
@nicoparz1438
You could easily say he carried Pluto in this album. That’s pretty legendary to me🤷♂️
@DocZombie27
Especially for how young he was at the time. Think about how nervous he was
@Bori6666
@@nicoparz1438 🤣🤣Lmaoo maybe only fine China
@christ3097
@@nicoparz1438 for a second i thought you were saying Future carried the whole album i was ab to roast you lmao
@conkiem8571
@Ratiii ! deadass man you got a terrible taste in music if you cant at least appreciate juices talent
@spinetta0010
This was a slept on album fr
@kingwolfy1111
Bro everysong a sleeper in some way bro so facts
@lawixk5737
🗣In Real Lyfe💥💯
@eternal9512
fr