| We need some people that’ll kill for us
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| We need some people that’ll die for us
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| We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us
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| Because this shit is so dangerous
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| This life I’m living, so dangerous
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| The people around me, so dangerous
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| The drugs around me, so dangerous
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| This money on me, so dangerous
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| This life I chose this shit get dangerous
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| I’m doing so much drugs I know this shit get dangerous
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| I’m hanging with the dope boys, you can’t hang with us
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| When I’m going through some things baby fill up my cup
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| Please just leave me alone, I want to be in my zone
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| In the studio late night, I don’t even pick up my phone
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| Pulling up to the crib, paranoid one in the dome
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| Spinnin' the block two times, make sure you don’t follow me home
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| Politicking on a ticket me and my niggas trying to get it
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| He said he want a chicken, I told him don’t think about it, my nigga just get it
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| Whatever you with, I’m with it, you already know that
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| I’m with the big homie’s right now and they trying to dress like Kodak
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| I’m sipping on lean, I’m floatin'
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| I pop me a Percocet I get in my emotions
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| You don’t know where I been or where I’m going
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| I’m on Pluto right now, I’m focused
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| We need some people that’ll kill for us
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| We need some people that’ll die for us
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| We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us
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| Because this shit is so dangerous
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| This life I’m living, so dangerous
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| The people around me, so dangerous
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| The drugs around me, so dangerous
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| This money on me, so dangerous
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| They don’t know I’m strange enough too play with guns
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| The thing was, when cops come put your bangers up
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| Your favorite model paid to fuck, you’re rollin' on they lacing yours with
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| angel dust
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| Spray em up you say too much
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| Graveyard shifted a nigga he late too much
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| Pull a pin from a hand grenade and feed it to him looking like he ate too much,
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| God damn
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| Slime bucket on your snotty nose
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| Quick kick left his body froze
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| Seventeen inside the boot
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| Like my nigga’s off of Holly Grove
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| Fuck my blunt, I never got it rolled
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| You walking lick and you a pot of gold
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| I be sippin' on lean till my body fall
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| Fucking with rock is my hobby though
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| Put your body where nobody knows
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| You owing me,
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| Come out you fuck boy, what you hidin' for
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| Your funeral, soon
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| She give me good head like a honor roll
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| And I got some good weed that Imma' roll
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| I am a king you should honor most
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| Stick to the script they didn’t get a code
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| Sippin' on Wock but you know we don’t run out of Tech
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| Rocking Air Force 1's while gripping the Tec, that’s a Nike Tec
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| Phoneline tapped, feds love to intercept
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| Hanging with the real right, get hit with the left
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| If you come to disrespect
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| We need some people that’ll kill for us
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| We need some people that’ll die for us
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| We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us
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| Because this shit is so dangerous
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| This life I’m living, so dangerous
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| The people around me, so dangerous
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| The drugs around me, so dangerous
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| This money on me, so dangerous |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dangerous , by - Trippie Redd. Song from the album A Love Letter To You 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп