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• Artiste: T-Pain
• Titre: Danger
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(F.Y.R.E. Pain) Ok I ain't gotta tell ya on the track baby, yo (Danger, danger) this shit is (danger, danger) this shit is (Danger, danger, danger, danger) MANNNNNN! I'm so spectacular I manufacture hits like hit factory I'm on my shit so tell that bitch to get back from me Mack black Cadillac's and G's So many them hoes be running after me We might need a limos worth the backseats Cause all in my shotgun be ridin shotgun For niggas that's looking at me wrong like a hot nun It's obvious these dumb hoes don't get it yet Fuckin around with Pain and get pwned on the internet This shit I'm doing is illegal like three murders So put'cha bread up I got beef like three burgers Lick shots a make ya team jump like three hurdles You niggas weird and slow and I'm smarter than Steve Urkel Simmy? Danger, danger, danger, danger Yeah, they say that boy got the bar on his neck Advertising for other niggas and they ain't got off of the check Cause I ain't looking for no money I'm just cool like that Na, na they don't teach you nothin in yo school like that So these niggas mad cause I dropped out but I still got paid And how I keep my face clean but I still got mace How I unmanaged the dreads and how I get my braids But I'm awesome, so you can't say that shit bout Pain Simmy? Danger, danger, danger, danger I'm a keep it going like a marathon A Merry-Go-Round if Merry make it too my room Then Merry-Go-Down Hold up slow down, I bet'cha know now Old fashion show down with a new fashion 4-pound Yeah, show some respect in this bitch You getting stacks of money I get stacks of checks in this bitch Nigga it's about to be a train wreck in this bitch My niggas ready, that's why all of em sweating and shit I got another group of niggas that'll make ya leave Instead of putting on ya apron that's just make believe Maybe it's all of this money, maybe the ice on my wrist Maybe the Phantom outside, maybe it's Maybelline Simmy?