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dangerous - rickutto lyrics

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[intro]
b*tch i’m feelin’ dangerous

[chorus]
b*tch i’m feelin’ dangerous
i might just go bang sh*t
pull up on yo’ block, i won’t promise that it’s painless
shots right where yo’ brain is, empty out the whole clip
we gon’ shoot a movie, this sh*t gon’ be a whole skit

[verse 1]
sittin’ in the back seat, i’m feelin’ on her ass
she callin’ me furious, she nut so fast
n*gga in his feelings cause i’m f*ckin’ on his b*tch
p*ssy stop trippin’, this is p*ssy for the clique
b*tch get hit
b*tch there ain’t no stoppin’ me
all these fake ops, but i still keep these glocks on me
demons all inside of me, bandits they all ride for me
sendin’ all them tweets, p*ssy n*gga you gon’ die for me

[verse 2]
b*tch i’m feelin’ dangеrous
last n*gga tried to pull up on this block
tried to hit a l!ck, p*ssy got his ass shot
pleadin’ to thе bandit, “sir don’t take my life please!”
sorry p*ssy n*gga, see this flash, say cheese
what you gon’ do n*gga, gotta die twice
yeah these guns come in two, n*gga roll the dice
it’s yo’ momma, it’s yo’ daddy, now yo’ partner gone
if you comin’ off that porch, leave yo’ daughter home
came up from the bottom, now these n*ggas tryna stop me
i don’t get it, why the f*ck you want that ticket?
n*gga sign it, uh
bandit different, uh, he f*ckin’ competition, uh
n*gga been gettin’ busy, since he wrote that verse on billy, uh
it ain’t sh*t to walk you down, nah, we can’t talk it out
you was sendin’ disses, tryna chase the bandits clout
we smokin’ all our ops, that’s a different cloud
n*gga talkin’ sh*t?
f*ck he sayin’ now?
[chorus]
b*tch i’m feelin’ dangerous
i might just go bang sh*t
pull up on yo’ block, i won’t promise that it’s painless
shots right where yo’ brain is, empty out the whole clip
we gon’ shoot a movie, this sh*t gon’ be a whole skit

[outro]
b*tch i’m feelin’ dangerous, all you p*ssies talkin’ sh*t
i’ma make a promise, get you b*tch n*ggas hit
these shots up to yo’ skull, 50 bullets to yo’ ribs
pay off all yo’ friends, yeah, that bag gon’ stick
b*tch get hit

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