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717 cee & zo2fly - dangerous lyrics

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[chorus: 717 cee]
presidential on my wrist like the white house
and you know my money tall like a lighthouse
they be hoes, better get off that hideout
razor cut through that block like it’s tryouts
every time we spin, you know it’s a crisis
we got sticks in the car with no license
got the beam on that glock like it’s [?]
better get down when you hear them sirens

[verse 1: 717 cee]
throw the money in the air like a strip club
like [?], you know i got my wrist up
when you get it in that court, better zip up
[?] on my pass, had to drip up
they know who the f+ck it is, i’m on timin’
n+ggas cap on they neck, they be lyin’
if an opp try to slide, know he dyin’
if i see what i want, then i’m buyin’
717, you know we ain’t playin’
we get money out the country where we stayin’
put a hunnid on his head, now he prayin’
i don’t care ’bout the hate, what they sayin’
up at neiman’s with the gang, but i can spend it all
been gettin’ money since a kid like i’m biggie smalls
i can get your ass hit, i’ma make that call
you know i don’t love vans, but it’s off the wall
[verse 2: zo2fly]
i’m in the city where my cash and that money flow
i signed my life to these dollars, i can’t let ’em go
i woke up, next mornin’, had another show
[?] of this glock, i think he want some more
pullin’ up to they crib with these switches
.223s hit that n+gga whip, make the car flip
twenty+seven days, n+gga, twenty+seven nights
i was walkin’ ’round with a pipe, tryna take a life
my bro was down for a minute, had to get him right
even when i walk into the club, i gotta tote my pipe
hangin’ out the window, yellin’ [?]
when it come to my money, n+gga, i don’t play
if you feelin’ evil, better go pray
and n+gga, i’ll steal your girl any day

[chorus: 717 cee]
presidential on my wrist like the white house
and you know my money tall like a lighthouse
they be hoes, better get off that hideout
razor cut through that block like it’s tryouts
every time we spin, you know it’s a crisis
we got sticks in the car with no license
got the beam on that glock like it’s [?]
better get down when you hear them sirens



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