Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dangerous, artist - Trippie Redd. Album song A Love Letter To You 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TenThousand Projects
Song language: English
Dangerous |
We need some people that’ll kill for us |
We need some people that’ll die for us |
We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us |
Because this shit is so dangerous |
This life I’m living, so dangerous |
The people around me, so dangerous |
The drugs around me, so dangerous |
This money on me, so dangerous |
This life I chose this shit get dangerous |
I’m doing so much drugs I know this shit get dangerous |
I’m hanging with the dope boys, you can’t hang with us |
When I’m going through some things baby fill up my cup |
Please just leave me alone, I want to be in my zone |
In the studio late night, I don’t even pick up my phone |
Pulling up to the crib, paranoid one in the dome |
Spinnin' the block two times, make sure you don’t follow me home |
Politicking on a ticket me and my niggas trying to get it |
He said he want a chicken, I told him don’t think about it, my nigga just get it |
Whatever you with, I’m with it, you already know that |
I’m with the big homie’s right now and they trying to dress like Kodak |
I’m sipping on lean, I’m floatin' |
I pop me a Percocet I get in my emotions |
You don’t know where I been or where I’m going |
I’m on Pluto right now, I’m focused |
We need some people that’ll kill for us |
We need some people that’ll die for us |
We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us |
Because this shit is so dangerous |
This life I’m living, so dangerous |
The people around me, so dangerous |
The drugs around me, so dangerous |
This money on me, so dangerous |
They don’t know I’m strange enough too play with guns |
The thing was, when cops come put your bangers up |
Your favorite model paid to fuck, you’re rollin' on they lacing yours with |
angel dust |
Spray em up you say too much |
Graveyard shifted a nigga he late too much |
Pull a pin from a hand grenade and feed it to him looking like he ate too much, |
God damn |
Slime bucket on your snotty nose |
Quick kick left his body froze |
Seventeen inside the boot |
Like my nigga’s off of Holly Grove |
Fuck my blunt, I never got it rolled |
You walking lick and you a pot of gold |
I be sippin' on lean till my body fall |
Fucking with rock is my hobby though |
Put your body where nobody knows |
You owing me, |
Come out you fuck boy, what you hidin' for |
Your funeral, soon |
She give me good head like a honor roll |
And I got some good weed that Imma' roll |
I am a king you should honor most |
Stick to the script they didn’t get a code |
Sippin' on Wock but you know we don’t run out of Tech |
Rocking Air Force 1's while gripping the Tec, that’s a Nike Tec |
Phoneline tapped, feds love to intercept |
Hanging with the real right, get hit with the left |
If you come to disrespect |
We need some people that’ll kill for us |
We need some people that’ll die for us |
We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us |
Because this shit is so dangerous |
This life I’m living, so dangerous |
The people around me, so dangerous |
The drugs around me, so dangerous |
This money on me, so dangerous |