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juice wrld - baked up - fixed lyrics lyrics

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[intro]
t+minus did
st+st+st+st+st+styn’s (huh)
styn
d+d+da+styn (styn)
g+g+g+unit (haha)

[verse 1]
uh, yeah, b+tch, wake up (wake up, huh)
roll this gas up (roll this gas)
let’s get baked up (graah, graah, graah)
chopper stashed up (graah)
don’t get baked up (pow)
yeah, they know us (why?)
’cause i’m famous (of course)
yeah, she gon’ hide the drugs in her +n+s (c’mon)
so when the cops ask who, we say it ain’t us
hahaha (on foenem grave)
uh

[chorus]
b+tch we ain’t dyin’ (grrah), choppas stay fryin’ (grrah, grrah, tu+tu)
n+ggas they dyin’ (brrt), opps, they dyin’ (brrt, grrah, tu+tu)
b+tch we ain’t dyin’ (brrt), choppas stay fryin’ (grrah, grrah, tu+tu)
n+ggas stay dyin’ (brrt), opps, stay dyin’ (brrt, grrah, tu+tu, yeah)
[verse 2]
i’ma tweak, i’ma spazz out, mötley crüe, pass out
molly pop, ollie+pop, wheelie pop, thrash out (woah, woah)
fasten it, maybe crash, if i know how (woah, woah)
baby take this d+ck in your throat like you know how
yeah, yo’ b+tch like a note, on my d+ck shе wrote, here it go
all whitе lambo truck, call that sh+t a whip, miracle
should i call your b+tch? (yeah)
i really wanna call your b+tch (yeah)
i really wanna borrow your b+tch
wanna f+ck, wanna skeet all ’til morning yo’ b+tch (yeah)

[chorus]
b+tch we ain’t dyin’ (grrah), choppas stay fryin’ (grrah, grrah, tu+tu)
n+ggas they dyin’ (brrt), opps, they dyin’ (brrt, grrah, tu+tu)
b+tch we ain’t dyin’ (brrt), choppas stay fryin’ (grrah, grrah, tu+tu)
n+ggas stay dyin’ (brrt), opps, stay dyin’ (brrt, grrah, tu+tu, yeah)

[verse 3]
in the booth and i spazz, oh yeah, hit the grab
i’ma crash on a dirtbike, yeah, super rad
f+ck yo b+tch in my bachelor what? in my pad
leave her leaking like a period, sh+t, maxi pad
in the stu or maxipad, that’s my bro, that’s my gang, that’s my slime
so is ty and sean, uh
f+ckin’ yo’ mom like the mafia don
yeah, mean i f+ck her next to pasta and the tommy gun, yeah
swanton bomb in your mom, in your mom, yeah
they like, “how long is he gon’ rap ’bout f+ckin’ your mom?”, yeah
well he does smoke like cheech and chong’s
so he could probably rap about f+ckin’ yo mom all night long (yeah, i’ma change the hook)
listen to the rest of the motherf+ckin’ song
[alt chorus]
i’ma f+ck your mom (grrah), i’ma f+ck your mom (brrt, brrt, brrt)
i’ma f+ck your mom (brrt, brrt), i’ma f+ck your mom (brrt, brrt)
in her all night long (brrt, brrt), in her all night long (brrt, brrt)
in her all night long (brrt, brrt), in her all night long (tu+tu+tu+tu+tu+pow)



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