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letra de dangerous - punchmade jae

[intro]
(j, this sh-t too crazy)

[verse 1: 10kkev]
still usin’ cpns and verizon gettin’ free jacks
just hit my weed man for a ‘bow, you bought three packs
i ain’t bein’ petty, i’ma roll the whole eighth
just smacked this lil’ n-gga who owe up, where my pape’?
a pair of my loubs cost a n-gga whole closet
n-ggas ain’t passed the sauce, i got the ball, now i’m hoggin’
filled the whole four, turned around, and copped again
two thousand for the carti’s, spent eight hundred on the lens
her n-gga cheap as h-ll, that’s why this b-tch sneaky
i get paid daily, i ain’t waitin’ weekly
bring me all the chevys, bring me all the wells
i’m smokin’ out the ‘bow and you lookin’ for a tail
told my cameraman get this drip on footage
this b-tch f-ck with me ’cause i do everything you wouldn’t
you can’t afford to travel, so i’m everywhere you not
sold a n-gga fake percs, told him they came from the doc’
his stomach gon’ be queasy
last month i hit fifty stores, i call that goin’ easy
grab another rental, grab a driver, we on a mission
all your songs like fake stories, them b-tches fiction

[verse 2: teejayx6]
b-tch sent me the voicemail, she must think i’m a simp
wasn’t you just beggin’ me to f-ck, b-tch, how i got a shrimp?
don’t you see this glock on my hip? don’t ask me why i’m limpin’
i’m only eighteen, but n-ggas think i’m twenty-six
i don’t sell no f-ckin’ drugs, bro, i got like twenty bricks
they all two-fifty-six gigabytes with sim chips
badass b-tch, pretty face and she slim fit
don’t make the wrong move and f-ck around and get your wig split
filed for unemployment in your name, but i can’t split it
i’d probably drop the price down if you come and get it
i’m flyin’ doin’ two hundred, i don’t even got no permit
doin’ in-store pickups, got me eatin’ off of target
when i shoot, i hit my target, i ain’t talkin’ to no sergeant
when they hear this song with jae, it’s gon’ for sure turn up the party
i’m on the east with my n-ggas, throwin’ b’s like we carti
shot at a n-gga, but the bullet grazed his son, went through the car seat
[verse 3: punchmade jae]
i ain’t with that fed sh-t
bust a play down real quiet, ain’t even said sh-t
think i got some groceries, i’m bringin’ bread in
i seen a route to that pape’, i put my head in
your b-tch let me f-ck her twice, i put my leg in
that boy only signin’ paper when his pieces hit
if i up and you in the way, then you gettin’ hit
bro ’bout to take a vid’, he gon’ show you his wrist
keep the sauce quiet, you was fortunate to have it
he tryna go fed, my n-ggas just tryna stack it
call me james harden ’cause i average thirty shots
when i was sixteen, i was totin’ dirty glocks
i got a dirty chop, blow you out them dirty socks
he see i’m gettin’ money, now he wanna be the opp
you blacked your b-tch, ah, she was throwin’ up the 5
you seen me down bad, i couldn’t hold twenty-five
the ‘bows came, za’ package, paid twenty-five
tired of hearin’ b-tch n-ggas keep tellin’ lies
ksubi jeans sittin’ on the shoes, saint laurent
they tryna make it hot
keep on sayin’ you up a hundred, n-gga, make it stop
spreadin’ cheese in her face, she said, “make it stop”
granny want me workin’ job, i’m tryna make it out
i’m tryna make it through home depot without havin’ doubts
if you lookin’ for your b-tch, we sent her out of town

- punchmade jae

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