a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dangerous - young thrice lyrics

[chorus 1]
living life dangerous
always on my own
driving reckless when i laneswitch
got the microphone
screaming cuss words at ya b*tch because i do not like her tone
the point of this is to be rich
i’m a king just lost my throne
do not test me im not pr*ne to miss
where u goin i’m goin to p*ss
p*ss out lean got actavis
b*tch u is not on the list
gonna get vvs on my wrist
met up wit ya b*tch and we took a pic
gonna buy so much ice till i’m sick
not my fault your girl suck d*ck

[verse 1]
we on the field it’s a man down
(uh)
gun shots when poppin i ran down
(uh)
aimed with the ruger just stay down
aimed at ya forehead i think i got 8 rounds
oh my god n*gga we passed through like 8 towns
my whole gang different we all f*cking hate clowns

[verse 2]
yeah b*tch we move outta state
im cleaning my slate
i went on a date
girl wasn’t there sh*t i guess i was late
it’s a stupid habit i think it’s a trait
i saw her again i think it was fate
this b*tch is a dog thank god i brought a crate
these n*ggas is young and they in the d*mn system
n*gga be talking hot cuz i just dissed em
f*cking his b*tch and his b*tch do not miss him
she’s my chef too and she cooks in my kitchen
n*ggas don’t listen

[verse 3]
woah
he a big steppa he stubbin his toe
look my sh*t different i’m changing my flow
getting the money i’m buying o to smoke
wanna be famous it is no joke
i’m like a bear and these n*ggas poke
2 years ago i was so broke

[verse 4]
b*tch ima feign smoking weed as i’m sipping
sh*t gives me powers balling like i’m pippin
i’m blacking out bro i think that i’m tripping
that man a p*ssy he not what he eat
i cannot stand n*ggas who are just simping
i’m gonna wear louis v on my feet
gonna have dozens of thotties i’m picking
gonna give some to my homeboys as treats
need to grind faster the clock always ticking
but i’m busy in my house clapping cheeks
high asf i’m on youtube watching creeps
bam
i’m in a squad with elites
i got ya b*tch and i think she in heat
d*mn
look i’m a hard man to beat
need to be good at this game to compete
d*mn
thrice u mad fast u should slow down
if we not fast then we go down

[verse 5]
back to back cleaning my pistol
i’m shooting these blanks they are faster than missles
yo wife is a dog she comes when my boy whistles
ya i got mad drip when i walk out it drizzles
u think u hard but u small and so brittle
flexing that money but that sh*t is little
d*mn
huhhuh
d*mn i got yo ass right there but watch this tho
(he got yo ass boy)

[verse 6]
yuh
freeze
there go the cops taking all of his weed
diamonds so shiny and bright i can’t see
broken and damaged is society
that kid a boy but he says he’s a she
huh
n*gga listen i’m not whacking no n*gga who thinks he’s a rap wanna*be
huh
reason there is that i’m smacking a n*gga is cuz we always disagree
if u need sh*t just text me and i got it
back in the trenches heard n*ggas were robbing old ladies that sh*t is so godd*mn pathetic
(brrrr)
look at my phone and i’m looking at snapchat stories watching n*ggas smoke like bro we get it
n*gga trust her
ha !
forget it !
b*tch
(ha ha ha)

[chorus 2]
living life dangerous
always on my own
driving reckless when i laneswitch
got the microphone
screaming cuss words at ya b*tch because i do not like her tone
the point of this is to be rich i’m a king just lost my throne
do not test me im not pr*ne to miss
where u goin i’m goin to p*ss
p*ss out lean got actavis
b*tch u is not on the list
gonna get vvs on my wrist
met up wit ya b*tch and we took a pic
gonna buy so much ice till i’m sick
not my fault your girl suck d*ck

- young thrice lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular