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Armed & Dangerous Video (MV)




Performed By: SHELPAC
Featuring: G1N0
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Sheldon Alviles, Dijon Ragland




SHELPAC - Armed & Dangerous Lyrics




[ Featuring G1N0 ]

Im in my bag fr
A nigga pulled up in the fastest wheels
Yo nigga not havin no money he shrimp, he got you the bag that's lil
Some niggas was havin it then, but look at us now we having it still
Imma go sell me a song or play wit dat dog anything till im crackin a mil

See the slide on my gun I can rack it fr
From right now to December im stacking fr
I don't need no assist I can do it myself
Do you know how it feel when you Louis yourself
Then you Christian the shoe and go Gucci the belt
All this money don't know how to deal with myself
All these bitches that be on my body I go hit the dougie im not even feeling myself
Uhhh

Niggas is armed and dangerous
Cleansing my soul got me burning sages
Baby girl really a freak she gone f*ck me in the back of the ranges
Got out the car started dropping some quarters the shit got to sounding like cases
PTSD got a nigga f*cked up don't know when I plan on changing

Told her you gotta slow down this not a race baby you gotta pace
We heard about you fr if you do yo job imma go pay for them laces
She never get shy fr she dropping her clothes on the spot girl I love when you naked
I knew it was on when I went to her house see she live with her grandma her room inna basement

8 gram wood I faced it, No vacations, Tired of waiting
I was broke wasn't no visitations
But if you call my phone I'm speeding through red lights
I don't give no f*ck bout the sex what the head like ?
Is it bright like headlights ?
Got fourty thousand in the Goyard
I put a milli in the bank every quarter
I f*ck from the back and she let me record her
Bro armed and dangerous he put shit in order
I sit back and chill don't be in the field
Might f*ck around go hit the border
Versace the lins
Drop the top onna Benz
I did what I did
It is what it is
I cut off the world now I don't got no friends
Cause everyone round don't want see you win
Could you imagine if you hit the clutch in yo jeep and her panties got wet
Or could you imagine if all the bitches wanna f*ck you just for the Patek
Step out trim I am not tryna flex
All these cars but you can't drive the vette
I don't know what the f*ck you got going I put on the Trojan cause Brodie got next
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Im in my bag fr
A nigga pulled up in the fastest wheels
Yo nigga not havin no money he shrimp, he got you the bag that's lil
Some niggas was havin it then, but look at us now we having it still
Imma go sell me a song or play wit dat dog anything till im crackin a mil

See the slide on my gun I can rack it fr
From right now to December im stacking fr
I don't need no assist I can do it myself
Do you know how it feel when you Louis yourself
Then you Christian the shoe and go Gucci the belt
All this money don't know how to deal with myself
All these bitches that be on my body I go hit the dougie im not even feeling myself
Uhhh

Niggas is armed and dangerous
Cleansing my soul got me burning sages
Baby girl really a freak she gone f*ck me in the back of the ranges
Got out the car started dropping some quarters the shit got to sounding like cases
PTSD got a nigga f*cked up don't know when I plan on changing

Told her you gotta slow down this not a race baby you gotta pace
We heard about you fr if you do yo job imma go pay for them laces
She never get shy fr she dropping her clothes on the spot girl I love when you naked
I knew it was on when I went to her house see she live with her grandma her room inna basement

8 gram wood I faced it, No vacations, Tired of waiting
I was broke wasn't no visitations
But if you call my phone I'm speeding through red lights
I don't give no f*ck bout the sex what the head like ?
Is it bright like headlights ?
Got fourty thousand in the Goyard
I put a milli in the bank every quarter
I f*ck from the back and she let me record her
Bro armed and dangerous he put shit in order
I sit back and chill don't be in the field
Might f*ck around go hit the border
Versace the lins
Drop the top onna Benz
I did what I did
It is what it is
I cut off the world now I don't got no friends
Cause everyone round don't want see you win
Could you imagine if you hit the clutch in yo jeep and her panties got wet
Or could you imagine if all the bitches wanna f*ck you just for the Patek
Step out trim I am not tryna flex
All these cars but you can't drive the vette
I don't know what the f*ck you got going I put on the Trojan cause Brodie got next
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Writer: Sheldon Alviles, Dijon Ragland
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