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Juice Wrld - Baked Up Dying Lyrics

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[Intro]
Styn (Styn, haha)
Styn
Where that go?
Aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give it
Hahaha

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, bitch, wake up (Wake up, huh)
Roll this gas up (Roll this gas)
Let's get baked up (Graah, graah, graah)
Chopper stashed up (Yeah, 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 anus
So when the cops ask who, we say it ain't us
Hahaha (On foenem grave)
Uh

[Chorus 1]
Bitch we ain't dyin', choppas stay fryin' (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas they dyin', opps, they dyin' (Brrt, brrt, grrah)
Bitch we ain't dyin', choppas stay fryin' (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas they dyin', opps, they dyin' (Brrt, brrt, grrah)
[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 dick in your throat like you know how
Yeah, yo' bitch like a note, on my dick she wrote, here it go
All white Lambo truck, call that shit a whip, miracle
Should I call your bitch? (Yeah)
I really wanna call your bitch (Yeah)
I really wanna borrow your bitch
Wanna fuck, wanna skeet all 'til morning yo' bitch (Yeah)

[Chorus 1]
Bitch we ain't dyin', choppas stay fryin' (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas stay dyin', opps, stay dyin' (Brrt, brrt, grrah)
Bitch we ain't dyin', choppas stay fryin' (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas stay dyin', opps, stay dyin' (Brrt, brrt, grrah)

[Verse 3]
In the booth and I spazz, oh yeah, hit the grab
I'ma crash on a dirtbike, yeah, super rad
Fuck yo bitch in my bachelor what? In my pad
Leave her leaking like a period, shit, 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
Fuckin' yo' Mom like the Mafia Don
Yeah, mean I fuck her next to the pasta and the Tommy Gun, yeah
Swanton Bomb in your Mom, in your Mom, yeah
They like, "How long is he gon' rap 'bout fuckin' your Mom?", yeah
Well he does smoke like Cheech and Chong
So he could probably rap about fuckin' yo Mom all night long (Yeah, I'ma change the hook)
Listen to the rest of the motherfuckin' song
[Chorus 2]
I'ma fuck your mom, I'ma fuck your mom (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma fuck your mom, I'ma fuck your mom (Yeah, yeah)
In her all night long, in her all night long (Yeah, yeah)
In her all night long, in her all night long (Doo, doo)