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dangerous (With Lil Durk, Metro Boomin)

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Baby, don't be slurpin'when my buddy get out, baby (Woah, woah)Just back up, like (Woah, woah, woah, woah)Don't be nut-holding (Woah, woah)And for you all fuck niggas (Woah, woah)Stay out the way (Woah, woah, woah)On God (Woah, woah)I'm in the Jeep with the doors off (21)She in my spot with her clothes off (21)Shot to the face, he dozed off (21)Spinned they block and we rode off (21)Oh, you wanna speak on CJ? (21)I'ma come knock your bros off (21)Run around like you steppin' on shit, fuck itwe just gon' cut his toes off (21)I don't even got no face, my face burntEmpty your pockets, you buck on a robberyyou get your face burnt (21)I'm with them youngins, they love to spinthem lil' niggas stay turnt (21)I ain't goin' back and forth with no bitchsaid I'ma chase her (21, 21)Pop up out that cut (21) , fuck it, drop your nuts (21)He was smokin'— okay, he got touched (21)Draw down on your man (21) , boy, you bеtter not clutch (21)Every time thеy shit get spinned, they blamin' us (21)Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21)Niggas lyin' 'bout the score, they need to hang it up (21)You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us(21, man, what?)I grew up on the Eastside where it's dangerous(Smurk, facts)I'ma speak to my brother killer (Facts)They gettin' killed for another nigga (Facts)How you gon' ride for another niggain a different city? Y'all homie switchin' (Gang)I can't talk, my voice biggerWhatever you think, my boys did it (Yeah, hahaha)YouTube record what niggas sayin'he said he did, I know he didn't (Yeah)I'm the man, I'll bring a million in casharound them robbers, shooters (Yeah)Wasn't a dollar missin'ask any nigga in the trenchesthat's on Buddha (That's on Buddha)Opps be sayin' the police 'round when I be out outside (Cap)They lyin', just slidin' (Slide)Them baby threats gon' make them change they mind(Ayy, lil' bro)I ain't gettin' touched, the city gave up on meI ain't give a fuck (I ain't give a fuck)I lost real members to them streetsI can't give 'em up (I can't give 'em up)Not the clothes, but them opp hoesI got my dickie sucked (Got my dick sucked)Dede out for ninety, Boona fiftyfuck that Bentley truck (Man, what?)Goin' to court like we gon' trick on himbro, what you did to him? (Pussy)Losin' back to back, they still ain't slidelike that shit weird to him (Pussy)County jail, he go on any deckthat shit get real for him (Get him)When I'm off papers, I'm goin' to visit Stevefree my man and them (Free Steve)And they almost got inside his headwhat they sayin' to him? (Free Steve)And all them killers that you look up toI'm the man to themOTF4L (21, 21, 21)And I don't even be cliquin' and linkin' with niggasPop up out that cut (21) , fuck it, drop your nuts (21)He was smokin'— okay, he got touched (21)Draw down on your man (21) , boy, you better not clutch (21)Every time they shit get spinned, they blamin' us (21)Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21, facts)Niggas lyin' 'bout the scorethey need to hang it up (21, facts)You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us (21, facts)I grew up on the Eastsidewhere it's dangerous (Yeah, yeah, facts, man, what?)We turn bullies to ashes (21)knock a nigga out like Cassius (21)Cut on that switch and I blast it (21)which one of y'all opps the fastest? (21)I ain't even go to my classesfuck I look like giving out passes? (21)Two hundred on all my dashesall my opps be musty and ashy (21)I don't wanna argue on the 'GramI'm tryna paint him red (21)I don't even feel like fuckin' right now, babyjust give me some head (21)Every dog gon' have his day, so stand on what you said (21)I can't wait to shrug my shoulders when you pop up dead (21)He on the phone gangbangin' while he in the feds (21)Came home and tried to hang, that shit had me scared (21)This bitch got her outside clothes in my bed (21)You got some nerve, lil' bitchmy covers cost an arm and leg (21)Mossberg with the slugs takin' off his legs (Fow)Put that stick all in his faceknock out all his dread (Grrah, fow)Send a blitz, I ain't talkin', nigga, this ain't TED (Pussy)You feel some type of way, you pussy'cause you scared to say it (Pussy)Pop up out that cut (21) , fuck it, drop your nuts (21)He was smokin'— okay, he got touched (21)Draw down on your man (21) , boy, you better not clutch (21)Every time they shit get spinned, they blamin' us (21)Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21)Niggas lyin' 'bout the score, they need to hang it up (21)You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us (21)I grew up on the Eastside where it's dangerous (Facts)
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