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Armed And Dangerous Lyrics


Juice Wrld Armed And Dangerous




[Intro]
Gun 'em down (Bih, yeah)
With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
Gun 'em down
Oh my God, huh
Ya dig (Uh, hoo)
9 9 9 shit, ayy (Hoo)
(When)

[Chorus]
I'm in town (Yeah, uh)
Party's goin' down (You dig? It's goin' down, hoo)
Shoot 'em down (Bow)
With a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy)
Run the town (What?)
Ballin' 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 (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? Skrt, uh)
I get the cash, I'm out (Look, uh)
I just be cashin' out (You dig? Skrr)

[Verse]
Walk in that bitch and I'm faded, uh
I f..ck 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
Sippin' lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
Red or purple in a cup
Which one shall I pick today-ay-ay?
Sippin' hard
Gun on me, no need for bodyguard
Aim at your body parts, yuh
Take off your body parts, yuh
I'm swingin' when I'm off the ecstasy (Uh)
That's a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo
That's a Tony Stark, yeah
Pourin' 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, f..ck that shit, I'm rich (Uh)
You can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, damn, yeah), damn
Rich niggas over here (They over here, huh), yeah
Broke niggas over there (They over there, uh, hoo, uh)
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 goin' down (You dig? It's goin' down, hoo)
Shoot 'em down (Bow)
With a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy)
Run the town (What?)
Ballin' 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 (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? Skrt, uh)
I get the cash, I'm out (Look, uh)
I just be cashin' out (You dig? Skrr)



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