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kliff notez - most dangerous lyrics

[verse 1: king chip]
… springfield on me, i’m from cleveland homie
got my gun license whoadie ain’t no swinging on me
n+gga we gets it it fo sho’ b+tch i ain’t no ho
that ??? sh+t is cool fo sho’ i’m from saints row
ain’t no re up game though n+gga with money just lay low
y’all n+gga do what i say so don’t end up rocking no halo (b+tch)
two jordans ain’t outchea, all black is my outfit
…. b+tch
up in queens with og p, we on the extra real
we living legends from the hood, ain’t got no record deal
drop twenty in a months
you came to chill
y’all n+gga with plenty cake, x6 on 28’s
with your salary, i know your boss you finna hate
hammer got an oz
that what’s up and show some love but keep movin’ y’all know me b+tch

[hook (2x):]
what’s the prognosis i’m focused about my bacon strips
what’s your agenda i’m never off point my clique
we still thе dopest the coldest thе most dangerous
we still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous

[verse 2: kliff notez]
the coldest most dangerous, my affiliates most dangerous
guns we trust murder rock, shaking like some princess cuts
give me gums with bubble b+tts, f+ck ?
this infamous legend life riders in the harley truck
we can tell ain’t hardly bust, what’s the smell of powder puff
triple cross f+ck you up
p+ssy call it fall on me, snitches ain’t no referee
take that chain what you want, b+tch i’m on that money train
movin’ like some liquid cane, n+ggas sweet as sugar cane
smack ’em through that windowpane, ho ass n+gga i’m bout these raps
bouncin’ back, 22 pounds of that hundred stacks
2 pounds of that duffle bag, scale you can tear that back
chips is at lay in the trap, lay in the bush is payback black
ain’t gon’ be no i be back, i be sure to finish clap
og’s call me little me, cause they can’t get rid of me
my top just like ?, you kidding me what’s the prognosis
[hook (2x):]
what’s the prognosis i’m focused about my bacon strips
what’s your agenda i’m never off point my clique
we still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous
we still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous

[verse 3: prodigy]
i still pop a few drugs, pop a little bub get a low neck
for my little jump bunny in the projects
she like my swag there’s no contest
perignon p that’s me, that’s me, no doubt, no doubt, i’m next
leave this mic and pick my t++th
always my man is passed tooth pick
a little dessert that’ll work what’s on the menu
some bas+m+nt track tell than to let loose
some real hot sh+t that burn like pistols
and djs won that instrumental
that murder that fire that k!lled the plane and serving fiends
they wanna get higher and higher we got what they need
this that hit a n+gga with the back when the n+gga wanna act like upward in
what a really is showing what it is and a better n+gga never do that again
n+ggas emotional like carl thomas
i hurt your feelings and i’m not sorry
the autobiography of the hardest artist i draw your blood
test my hand i test my aim and etch+a+sketch but on your face
canary stoolies when a jammie up and have a n+gga catch a brand new case
i know your style you so tough tell a ??? knock out your brain
i tell on that dead man no make no statements and can’t cooperate
[hook (2x):]
what’s the prognosis i’m focused about my bacon strips
what’s your agenda i’m never off point my clique
we still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous
we still the dopest the coldest the most dangerous

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