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philthy rich, louie ray & lilcj kasino - stay dangerous lyrics

[intro: louie ray]
(blame it on monstah)
(mm, my jewelry on)
i can tell when they be hoes ’cause, man (i can tell)

[verse 1: louie ray & philthy rich]
i can tell when they be hoes ’cause n+ggas act dangerous (dangerous)
all my b+tches look like b+tches off of backpages (backpages)
my n+ggas everywhere, this sh+t is invasive (in)
i’m out the way, ain’t tryna be mentioned in no cases (no cases)
i got balenciaga on, n+gga, no asics (uh+uh)
i’m out of town in all the spots, in well+known places (b+tch)
i connect the dots, turn the streets to well+known faces
car cost so f+ckin’ much the way, but 12 done chase it (uh+huh, look)

[verse 2: philthy rich]
hammer in a tucked spot, i ain’t gotta high+speed
insurance registration, this b+tch belong to me
stop six with cj, i’m in flint with louie ray
b+tch tryna choose a p, sold the ho a hundred+k
how is you a broke b+tch? you can get money a hundred ways
in the trap on seminary, hundred n+ggas with a hundred k’s
thirty+six zips in this brick, i’ma bust it down
yeah, the rollie plain right now, but i’ma bust it down

[verse 3: lilcj kasino]
thirty thousand in my backpack (beep, beep)
every time it beep, b+tch, we jump in the streets and splat that (splat that)
came from nothin’, now that n+gga poppin’ like a black cat (pop)
i don’t trust no b+tch, these hoes be out here fastin’, jack jack
brand new coupe, it’s matte black (coupe)
treat this beat like rap snack (ha)
hit the trap and wrap packs (trap)
i can get it to your door (i can)
drop the ticket, you buy more
in the field just like a crow (spin)
ain’t no deal, this sh+t off dope (bleek)
let ’em pay me what you owe ‘fore we start hittin’ at your ‘fro (bah, bah, bah)
[verse 4: louie ray]
i’ma drink a pint and then an eight when i be gone (yeah)
these n+ggas break in spots, i’m scared to leave my stash alone (f+ck that)
just give me real strong weed, i’m tryna leave that wax alone (ooh)
he’s so f+cked up off them pills that he don’t even know what’s right from wrong

[verse 5: philthy rich]
he don’t know what’s right from wrong, he don’t know what’s wrong from right
i can’t call off with the opps, know it’s funk on sight
b+tch, i’m rich in real life, i don’t argue in social sites
the feds probably watchin’, death or jail the only options

[verse 6: lilcj kasino]
that’s why i just dropped a band off in this soda (mud, mud)
me, philthy and louie ray f+cked around, ran off on the grub
keep smokin’ opps to the face ’cause, n+gga, i hate bein’ sober (haha)
i ain’t fold on nan’ case, n+gga, my gang know i’m a soldier (on bleek)
soon they jump out to my way, know i’m runnin’ these n+ggas over (skrrt)
been done broke my d+mn beaker tryna scr+pe the d+mn o
lil’ bro caught him in the cut, he got hit with a fast motor (f+ck)
every n+gga that’s with me stackin’ chips like we playin’ poker

- philthy rich louie ray lilcj kasino lyrics

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