Dangerous Lyrics by Ro$ama
MC, listen to me
Especially you niggas tryna cap on me
Simps keep talkin’ shit to me
I’m puttin’ Dallas on the route, what will it be?
Well, bitch, I’m back and a gangster still
It’s the R-O-S-A-M-A, better guard your grill
Criminal, I’m a Hoover with some sex appeal
Bought a Pilate MAC-10, don’t get stretched for real
And I’m ’bout it, ’bout it, tatted up, lotta diamonds
Pockets full of dog shit, bank account got commas
Type of nigga that’ll fuck up on your mama
Pussy stretcher, back breaker, fuck around and broke the condom
It’s the T-E-N S-E-V-E-N
And this is the season to let the real motherfuckin’ G’s in
My youngins don’t play ’bout me, bro
Keep talkin’ shit and get done like Deebo
It get dangerous
It get, it get, it get dangerous
It get, it get dangerous
It get, it get, it get dangerous
Ah, bitch, I hear ya, but you ain’t on nothin’
Boy, I’m from the country, I can smell the rain comin’
Paris, Texas, Westside, come huntin’
What’s a booger to a picker? Never mind, he knows nothin’
Dummy, clout junkie, broke flunky
Get off a nigga dick, old nigga, get some money
And worry ’bout you, not me
And hold a nigga N-U-Ts
It’s still the T-E-N S-E-V-E-N
And this is the season to let the real motherfuckin’ G’s in
My youngins don’t play ’bout me, bro
Keep talkin’ shit and get done like Deebo
It get dangerous
It get, it get, it get dangerous (Paris, Texas, Westside)
It get, it get dangerous (Paris, Texas, Pa—)
It get, it get, it get dangerous (Paris, Texas, West— right on it)
MC, listen to me
Especially you niggas tryna cap on me
Simps keep talkin’ shit to me
I’m puttin’ Dallas on the route, what will it be?
