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[LYRICS] Armed And Dangerous Lyrics By Juice WRLD

Juice WRLD Lyrics

Here is the correct lyrics to 'Armed And Dangerous' by Juice WRLD. 'Armed And Dangerous' was dropped by late American rapper Juice WRLD in 2019, produced by Dre Moon.

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[LYRICS] Armed And Dangerous Lyrics By Juice WRLD
JUICE WRLD

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Juice WRLD - Armed And Dangerous Lyrics

Intro
Gun 'em down (Gun 'em down, bih, yeah)
With a .50 (With a .50, brr, bih', brr)
Gun 'em down (Gun 'em down, uh)
Oh my God, huh (Oh my God, uh)
Ya dig? (Ya dig? Uh, hoo)
999 shit, ayy (999 shit, hoo)
When

Chorus
I'm in town (Yeah, uh)
Party's going down (You dig? It's going down, hoo)
Shoot 'em down (Baow)
With a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy)
Run the town (What?)
Balling hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish, ayy)
So much money, damn it, I forgot the count
(Cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig? Hoo)
Look at the cash amount (Hoo, ooh, you dig?)
I get the cash, I'm out (You dig? Yeah, hoo)
I do the dash, I'm out (You dig? Yeah, hoo, ooh)
Look at my bank account (You dig? Ooh)
Look at the cash amount (You dig? Skrrt, uh)
I get the cash, I'm out (Look, uh)
I just be cashing out (You dig? Skrr)

Verse 1
Walk in that bitch and I'm faded, uh
I fuck that bitch when I'm faded
I got the M&M's (Millions), I called my mom, told her I made it
Yeah, mama, your son too famous (Yeah)
He on everybody playlist
But he's still armed and dangerous, he'll pop at a stranger

Bridge
Sipping lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
Red or purple in a cup, which one shall I pick today? Ayy, ayy
Sipping hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard

Verse 2
Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah
I'm swinging when I'm off the ecstasy (Uh), that's a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that's a Tony Stark, yeah
Pouring fours in a twenty-ounce soda pop, yeah
I'm O.C, three-gram wood full of OG (Huh)
Give BM dick like Moby (Uh), gun make him flash, Adobe (Uh)
Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh, bitch, I need it
Matter fact, fuck that shit, I'm rich, uh, you can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn
Rich niggas over here (They over, huh, here), yeah
Broke niggas over there (They over, uh, there, hoo)
Why is you over here? (Why?)
Go over there (Go over, uh, go over, hoo, go over there, what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus
I'm in town (Yeah, uh)
Party's going down (You dig? It's going down, hoo)
Shoot 'em down (Baow)
With a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy)
Run the town (What?)
Balling hard, you out of bounds (You dig? Swish, ayy)
So much money, damn it
I forgot the count (Cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig? Hoo)
Look at the cash amount (Hoo, ooh, you dig?)
I get the cash, I'm out (Yeah, hoo)
I do the dash, I'm out (You dig? Yeah, hoo, ooh)
Look at my bank account (You dig? Ooh)
Look at the cash amount (You dig? Skrrt, uh)
I get the cash, I'm out (Look, uh)
I just be cashing out (You dig? Skrr)

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