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letra de dangerous - jamar rose

[verse 1: jamar rose]
yeah, when i arm the cannon, i’m on already, you shoot confetti
i’m shooting lead, see, bust your spaghetti
when i’m taking on competition, i do it petty
armor on, confident like i was armed already
bullets get to flying
you pull up on me, you dying
k!ll shot, don’t know why you trying
i’ve been known to take out giants
and do i have to remind you
that kryptonite you was spite to
turn a superman and super plan
to rumble, it’s find you
ain’t never had real competition
enemies, they real repetition
and if they get too close, i’m itching
trigger finger get to slipping
now i’m back with a vеngeance
a differеnt mission redemption
bullets, they hit where you listen
and tell you bloodsport is winning
it don’t take much to get christened
loading the holy clips in ’em
i put some holes in his denim
hollow tips, know where to split ’em
bounties on top of you rats
we loading up and go get ’em
it do not matter the target
my bullets always gon’ hit ’em, yeah
[verse 2: godzthedon]
i’m aiming at your top in the morning
top in the morning, top in the morning
top in the morning, top in the morning
top in the morning, top in the morning
hold on, let’s get this sh-t
let’s get this sh-t, let’s get this sh-t
let’s get this sh-t, let’s get this sh-t
let’s get this sh-t, let’s get this sh-t
i’m ready, i’m back in this b-tch
i’m grabbing that stick and catching you slacking, that’s it
i’m capping you, then i be capping your b-tch
i’m masked in this b-tch, ain’t asking me sh-t
i want my money now, so i’m k!lling these n-ggas, that’s something you’ll see later
leaving your chest red, metal to your head, now you looking like peacemaker
you talking out your neck, that’s suicide to your squad
me and my crew will slide, and you con, you ain’t on the type of sh-t that i’m on, uh
so f-ck peace, i bring my piece and start ripping sh-t
talking justice? we’ll see if your league is unlimited
ok, know that i keep it amazing, brother, only headshots when i’m aiming, brother
f-ck a deadshot ’cause there ain’t no other, he can copy my style, but he ain’t my brother
i don’t know you, you don’t know me, so don’t ever think you can call me friend
show my ass when i go up to bat, i can multitask like harley quinn
straight outta belle reve, and i’m moving like i’m still in
gonna gun you down so quick no one will remember you like milton
[outro: godzthedon]
ay yo, who, who the f-ck is milton?

- jamar rose

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