Aye
Waddup Dough?
Southend
Get your bucks up
Aye
You know I'm living dangerous
I'll turn him to a stain with this stainless
Know I bring that crack out
Feeling like I'm Reagan
If it ain't dollars I don't even entertain it
Ayo, they crumb caking
Low waging, pump faking
Come through, I kill a camp, I'm like Jason
And you know I'm the realest out
I'm plugged in tell me whats a drought?
Niggas like hospice for them grands
Them Grams is in the house
Like mobsters with the pen
You in, no getting out
Like opera in a jam, my mans, what you about?
We opened books for you, cooked for you
Gave you the vouch
You had the good lawyer
Oh yeah you fill us with doubt
So now we look for you
Shook boy your, heart your without
I'm out to Delaware
Quick as I'm there
Quick as I'm out
Yeah I was never there
Always prepared, head to the south
What its 'bout? F*ck clout
Where the chicken at?
If you ain't getting to it what you gettin' at?
Corleone flow they see me they get their blessings
Still in the hood with the murderers and felons
Being fake lit now I can't fit in
Its a real nigga traphouse you get get in
In a world full of licks I'm the dealer
Too many Nicky Barnes
Not enough Guy Fishers
When you see me in the pictures
Looking clean in the new fits
New bitch, from the equator
Waiter brings huge shrimps
In my bag, lobster and crab
I'm on some new shit
Mazel tov, step on the glass
I'm on some jew shit
F*ck 'em all, Stay in the past
I'm on some rude shit
F*ck all of that crew shit
You can get your crew hit
Black hoes, white toes
Golden fingers and new whips
Ruth's Chris, steakhouse
Cops follow my new whips
He only 17 his siblings they even younger
Poppa died in the summer
They never knew him so f*ck him
Momma lost in the essence
He gotta step up, the oldest
Hard to count up your blessings
Where ain't no blessings to show us
I couldn't tell you the place, couldn't tell you the day
Bullets they got no name, and wise man used to say
Niggas say that they feel you
Build you up, know the real you
Treat everyone as if they tryna kill you
Nigga, you
(Know I'm living dangerous)
Doughxl - Dangerous (feat. SouthendSantoro) Lyrics
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Aye
Waddup Dough?
Southend
Get your bucks up
Aye
You know I'm living dangerous
I'll turn him to a stain with this stainless
Know I bring that crack out
Feeling like I'm Reagan
If it ain't dollars I don't even entertain it
Ayo, they crumb caking
Low waging, pump faking
Come through, I kill a camp, I'm like Jason
And you know I'm the realest out
I'm plugged in tell me whats a drought?
Niggas like hospice for them grands
Them Grams is in the house
Like mobsters with the pen
You in, no getting out
Like opera in a jam, my mans, what you about?
We opened books for you, cooked for you
Gave you the vouch
You had the good lawyer
Oh yeah you fill us with doubt
So now we look for you
Shook boy your, heart your without
I'm out to Delaware
Quick as I'm there
Quick as I'm out
Yeah I was never there
Always prepared, head to the south
What its 'bout? F*ck clout
Where the chicken at?
If you ain't getting to it what you gettin' at?
Corleone flow they see me they get their blessings
Still in the hood with the murderers and felons
Being fake lit now I can't fit in
Its a real nigga traphouse you get get in
In a world full of licks I'm the dealer
Too many Nicky Barnes
Not enough Guy Fishers
When you see me in the pictures
Looking clean in the new fits
New bitch, from the equator
Waiter brings huge shrimps
In my bag, lobster and crab
I'm on some new shit
Mazel tov, step on the glass
I'm on some jew shit
F*ck 'em all, Stay in the past
I'm on some rude shit
F*ck all of that crew shit
You can get your crew hit
Black hoes, white toes
Golden fingers and new whips
Ruth's Chris, steakhouse
Cops follow my new whips
He only 17 his siblings they even younger
Poppa died in the summer
They never knew him so f*ck him
Momma lost in the essence
He gotta step up, the oldest
Hard to count up your blessings
Where ain't no blessings to show us
I couldn't tell you the place, couldn't tell you the day
Bullets they got no name, and wise man used to say
Niggas say that they feel you
Build you up, know the real you
Treat everyone as if they tryna kill you
Nigga, you
(Know I'm living dangerous)
Waddup Dough?
Southend
Get your bucks up
Aye
You know I'm living dangerous
I'll turn him to a stain with this stainless
Know I bring that crack out
Feeling like I'm Reagan
If it ain't dollars I don't even entertain it
Ayo, they crumb caking
Low waging, pump faking
Come through, I kill a camp, I'm like Jason
And you know I'm the realest out
I'm plugged in tell me whats a drought?
Niggas like hospice for them grands
Them Grams is in the house
Like mobsters with the pen
You in, no getting out
Like opera in a jam, my mans, what you about?
We opened books for you, cooked for you
Gave you the vouch
You had the good lawyer
Oh yeah you fill us with doubt
So now we look for you
Shook boy your, heart your without
I'm out to Delaware
Quick as I'm there
Quick as I'm out
Yeah I was never there
Always prepared, head to the south
What its 'bout? F*ck clout
Where the chicken at?
If you ain't getting to it what you gettin' at?
Corleone flow they see me they get their blessings
Still in the hood with the murderers and felons
Being fake lit now I can't fit in
Its a real nigga traphouse you get get in
In a world full of licks I'm the dealer
Too many Nicky Barnes
Not enough Guy Fishers
When you see me in the pictures
Looking clean in the new fits
New bitch, from the equator
Waiter brings huge shrimps
In my bag, lobster and crab
I'm on some new shit
Mazel tov, step on the glass
I'm on some jew shit
F*ck 'em all, Stay in the past
I'm on some rude shit
F*ck all of that crew shit
You can get your crew hit
Black hoes, white toes
Golden fingers and new whips
Ruth's Chris, steakhouse
Cops follow my new whips
He only 17 his siblings they even younger
Poppa died in the summer
They never knew him so f*ck him
Momma lost in the essence
He gotta step up, the oldest
Hard to count up your blessings
Where ain't no blessings to show us
I couldn't tell you the place, couldn't tell you the day
Bullets they got no name, and wise man used to say
Niggas say that they feel you
Build you up, know the real you
Treat everyone as if they tryna kill you
Nigga, you
(Know I'm living dangerous)
Writer: Josh Santoro, Kenyatta DeMudd
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