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ARMED AND DANGEROUS – POP SMOKE Lyrics, Letra:
Intro
This is a Melo beat
Rico’s goin’ crazy, yeah
Chorus: Pop Smoke
Look, I’m armed and dangerous
Ain’t no parking at the light
Ain’t no stainin’ us, keep a K with us
Please don’t, please don’t play with us
Nah, we up and aimin’ em
Verse 1: Fetty Luciano
We armed and dangerous
Please don’t (Bow), please don’t play with us
‘Cause there ain’t no tamin’ us
We keep cocaine with us
I pull up when molly get me lit, molly get me lit
Drink some Henny, get me bent
I put the .40 to his chin
I keep a bag when I spin
Lord, save ‘em
Don’t got a gun, I’ma tase ‘em
Fetty, hot, pop, basin
Cookin’ up in the kitchen
Rice, cajun
I keep a gun for occasions
Kimberly said I’m amazin’
I run with Jamaicans and Haitians
I don’t got no patience
Chill, cool, ‘fore you turn to a patient
I get the flip it and double it
I took her to jail, she tuggin’ it
You pop, she callin’ my government
She got on my name, she lovin’ it
Chorus: Pop Smoke
I’m armed and dangerous
Ain’t no parking at the light
Ain’t no stainin’ us, keep a K with us
Please don’t, please don’t play with us
Nah, we up and aimin’ em
Verse 2: Pop Smoke
Ain’t no hidin’, Flossy, baby, that’s where I be
Try me, if you lookin’ for me you can find me
Lie me, niggas know I’m on timin’
Niggas know that I’m grimy, big body like a lineman
I know how to vibe, but no I ain’t cool
Look at me funny, bet I’ll shoot up the room
Shoot out the coupe, I let it boom
Nah, I don’t play with these niggas, never
Play with it, niggas know I keep a K with it
It’s like Aveli, wavin’ it, wavin’ it
All my apes on the loose, ain’t no tamin’ em, tamin’ ‘em
Step in a game and start changin’ it, changin’ it
Spin through your block, Tetris, bend it, bend it
All the opps call a shot, Beckham, Beckham, Beckham
If I don’t got the chop, deck ‘em, deck ‘em, deck ‘em
Got some brand new chops, test ‘em, test ‘em, test ‘em
Said I hop in the spot, there he go, over there, chillin’ with his bitch
Point him out, where he at, James is gon’ get the assist
Six shots, clip ‘em, I bet I empty the clip
Pop Smoke
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