Dangerous Songtext
von Rich Homie Quan
Dangerous Songtext
Arjun made it wavy
Chain dangling
All these chokers ′round my neck they damn near strangle me
I might fuck a nigga hoe, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah they dangerous
Lock the door, no new friends, you can't hang with us (rich homie baby)
We shoot first, can′t ask question, don't explain to us (nah nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite I won't chain ′em up
Homicide on Fox 5 why they blaming us? (why?)
Cocked the gun on me, I′m on and I'm dangerous
When I talk this shit here gone touch your soul (I promise)
One boss (yeah), and evеrybody gotta know they role
Everybody talking, nobody listеning (why?)
Too many chiefs, not enough Indians (I′m a hypocrite sometimes)
I say I changed but then I sin again
Tasmanian devil, hit this block then spin again (might spin that bitch again)
Sunday I play linen, that's what I′m chillin' in (It′s that polo shit)
This dark meet not that [?] it's that melanin
I got real drink in my cup, this ain't no phony dem
And I ain′t charge you like I did him ′cause you the homie dem
Ask me how I got to where I'm at I can′t explain
But this shit around my neck show you how far I done came
Chain dangling
All these chokers 'round my neck they damn near strangle me
I might fuck a nigga hoe, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah they dangerous
Lock the door, no new friends, you can′t hang with us (rich homie baby)
We shoot first, can't ask question, don′t explain to us (nah nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite I won't chain 'em up
Homicide on Fox 5 why they blaming us? (why?)
Cocked the gun on me, I′m on and I′m dangerous
Everybody talking, nobody listening
Too many chiefs, not enough Indians
Chain dangling
All these chokers ′round my neck they damn near strangle me
I might fuck a nigga hoe, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah they dangerous
Lock the door, no new friends, you can't hang with us (rich homie baby)
We shoot first, can′t ask question, don't explain to us (nah nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite I won't chain ′em up
Homicide on Fox 5 why they blaming us? (why?)
Cocked the gun on me, I′m on and I'm dangerous
When I talk this shit here gone touch your soul (I promise)
One boss (yeah), and evеrybody gotta know they role
Everybody talking, nobody listеning (why?)
Too many chiefs, not enough Indians (I′m a hypocrite sometimes)
I say I changed but then I sin again
Tasmanian devil, hit this block then spin again (might spin that bitch again)
Sunday I play linen, that's what I′m chillin' in (It′s that polo shit)
This dark meet not that [?] it's that melanin
I got real drink in my cup, this ain't no phony dem
And I ain′t charge you like I did him ′cause you the homie dem
Ask me how I got to where I'm at I can′t explain
But this shit around my neck show you how far I done came
Chain dangling
All these chokers 'round my neck they damn near strangle me
I might fuck a nigga hoe, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah they dangerous
Lock the door, no new friends, you can′t hang with us (rich homie baby)
We shoot first, can't ask question, don′t explain to us (nah nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite I won't chain 'em up
Homicide on Fox 5 why they blaming us? (why?)
Cocked the gun on me, I′m on and I′m dangerous
Everybody talking, nobody listening
Too many chiefs, not enough Indians
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