Lyrics:
always be home
Someday we'll be back here when we're growing old
So let's live it up for a minute between now and then
I wanna go five hundred miles
ashtray got five cones all in 'em
Boss shit, we don't follow trends, we set 'em
Yeah, you fell in love with an escort
Damn, who you think taught 'em how
things
On my mind and I'm comin' off this high five
Comin' off this high-igh-igh five
Feel me for nothing
Don't even love me for me
Love me for
watch cover half of my arm
Niggas ain't rockin the shit that we on
Your bitch came and see me like five in the morning
We carry these .223s like we
wanna fuck, she gotta bring a friend
That bitch, she a five, but off Henny she a ten
Nobody can touch my clique
All these other rappers suck my dick
No fatigue
Zilchy baby
Lil Monte on the beat
You got it on repeat
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got five chains on, them hoes go
shit yet (I aint seen shit yet) But go get your ass out that club and come get this check
(Chorus)
I just look at you and say you
You x5
Thats what I
clone me, bitch
On me, bitch
I'm a five, six, seven OG, bitch
Break it down and get it
I'm with it, check the exhibit
Heavy lyrics being lifted
healing (healing) (For real)
M5 roll out man speeding
Plus me higher than the White House ceiling (ay)
I gotta get to your body my girl and me nah go lie
yeah, I'm doing it my way, yeah
They come at me sideways, yeah, I'm coming back five ways, yeah
In the front, back, side-to-side, then I hit
healing (healing) (For real)
M5 roll out man speeding
Plus me higher than the White House ceiling (ay)
I gotta get to your body my girl and me nah go lie
of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we having fun yet?"
Are we having fun yet?
It's not like you didn't know that
I said I loved
On the block and it's beatin' just like Frooty Loops (I got it beatin')
Invisible, that V12 get invisible (and I get gone)
Pour that lean up in the coupe like
french fries
I got check books, got that work but no 9-5
Drive through with that Big Mac on the passenger side
Big Mac to your face, kill a nigga
Propaganda, visual cancer, the eye in the sky
Number five on the dial, secret agenda
Frequency antenna, doctor mind bender
Remote control, soul controller,
ways and yes he do
Say, listed us a nice Cherokee and they let us through
So, don't get to talking these records, I sold millions
3.5 off in Magic, I
If you blink, you might miss it
Population: 803
Five miles long, four miles wide
Feels just right to me
Where a handshake still means something
Twenty five tons of hardened steel, rolls on no ordinary wheel
Inside the armored car, ride two big armed guards
In a bulletproof vest,
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your
better than T.V.
[Chorus]
Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations.
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations.
They've enlisted all their
his veins like an IV, high speed
Type this nigga for five's of Al D
Better catch me now while my price is low
Demanding five digits when the lunatics
don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Get your freak
You just pull a gun out on me?
Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *
Now if any one of why'all see him
Tell him that
on the highway (five the six)
[Iman Thug]
Call me the black machine gun jack megern
Touching my good making sure the bastards learn
Smash the burn
No time
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