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Danger
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Danger was released on May 5, 2025 by 800 ENT as a part of the album TOOPLAYA
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Release DateMay 5, 2025
Label800 ENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Oxho
Oxho
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Hawkins
Elijah Hawkins
Lyrics
Andre Pyatt
Andre Pyatt
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elijah Hawkins
Elijah Hawkins
Producer

Lyrics

Feel like a ranger
Go in and pop at his top, He know he in danger (He in danger)
Yeah, **** he talking that money, He talking my language
He snitchin', I know he a singer
I'm with it, I walk with a banger ( I walk with a banger yea)
Hop out the side, baby, I'm fly as a bird
Count up them bands like a muh fuckin' nerd
Fuck on a thot, She want to swallow my children
Pop at his top, What the fuck did you learn?
Sippin' on wock, Yea I'm sipping on medicine
She give me that top, Yea I know that it’s heaven sent
Run up that guap, Yea I'm counting them presidents
I don't wanna talk, I ain't one for the rhetoric
Can't fuck with no Petty Labelle
(yeah yeah yeah yeah!)
Stay with my dawg like Kenan and kel, I really could fuck on her friend yeh
Cartier all on my lenses, Clips and they come with extensions
Oppas the blow in the wind yea, These racks in my muh fuckin' britches
(Huh, you dig?)
I'm cheesin', She love when I grin
(Huh, you dig?)
She throw it, I give her like 10
I walk in the party I'm smoking like Marley, I'm standing on top I might go and Jeff Hardy
I'm swerving the curve in a muh fuckin' Rarri
I ain’t playing no games, I don't need me a Atari
(yeah yeah)
Feel like a ranger (feel like a ranger)
Go in and pop at his top, He know he in danger (know he in danger)
Yeah, **** He talkin' that money, He talkin' my language
He snitchin', I know he a singer
I'm with it, I walk with a banger
(Yeah)
My **** they want the Benjamins
**** they sick, Get rid of them
I got the pill, The Ritalin
I got the gas, Stay sendin' them
Send that lil' boy up to Mars, Gone put that lil boy on the moon
He play with the gang, get in tune
Send some shots out that chop know they feelin us
My bruddas be HOT (HotHot!), Them **** they can't get rid of us
We fuckin' your thot, Then pass her right back of the tour bus
All of my bruddas get knots, Send em to Jesus, Just like a package deliver em'
Baby girl know we them ones, Really get funds, And it's all really not shit to us
My bruddas stay gettin' them racks, We been on go, All we know is Attack
(Yeah!)
Fuckin' his bih from the back, Countin' that money, I'm makin it clap
Jump in the pool, Yea I'm takin a bath
Washin' it off, Gettin' it dea
Sit back all we do is laugh
Remember when this shit was all in the drafts
Feel like a ranger (Feel Like A)
Go in and pop at his top, He know he in danger (he in danger)
Yeah, **** you talkin' that money, you talkin' my language
He snitchin', I know he a singer
I'm with it, I walk with a banger
Written by: Andre Pyatt, Elijah Hawkins
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