| Real shit, fuck a 9−5
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| Real shit, fuck a 9−5
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| Pussy, bitch mothafucka
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| Real shit, fuck a 9−5
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| Real shit, fuck a 9−5
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| You know I’m fluent
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| I do it like I’m used to it
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| I been boostin'
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| It’s always what I’ve just been doin'
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| I been Pushin'
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| And I know just what I came for
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| It’s matte black
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| With the custom suicide doors
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| Gotta keep it low key when ya ride with me
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| We gotta 503 in the 623
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| Gotta maintain my anonymous identity
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| I’m like a ghost
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| But you can call me «Entity»
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| Flash bang, quick to hit the lick just to maintain
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| Flash drive, open up a line to the main frame
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| No games, I don’t have the time so I don’t play Shift gears, letting go of
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| fears and I make ways
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| It might be my ADD
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| It might be my OCD
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| It could be the THC
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| I’m pullin' that 503
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| Real shit, fuck a 9−5
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| Real shit, fuck a 9−5
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| You know I’m fluent
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| I do it like I’m used to it
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| I stay cruisin'
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| That’s what I’m up in the benz doin'
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| I been through it
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| I got nothin left to live for
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| Dippin out the window
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| Cops knockin' at the front door
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| Real shit, fuck a 9−5
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| I’d rather swoop a sick whip, and go 105
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| Damn right, this ride or die
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| I took it to a chopshop on the lower west side (x2)
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| Lost in my thoughts, lost in my ways
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| Got my mind stuck on the stage
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| Forced into plays
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| Got my heart inside a maze
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| Goals in my gaze
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| If I make it outta here alive, I’ll be amazed
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| Half second 0−60
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| Benz testin', add 40
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| Now I’m sippin' a 40
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| And chin checkin'
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| Dippin' in the whip, lickety-split
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| I’m quick shiftin' shit
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| Swift and slicker than oil, I live reckless
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| It might be my ADD
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| It might be my OCD
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| It could be the THC
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| I’m pullin' that 503
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| Real shit
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| Fuck a 9−5 (x2)
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| You know I’m fluent
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| I do it like I’m used to it
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| I been lootin'
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| Got the cops behind the benz shootin'
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| Hit the corner
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| Crashed the whip
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| Now I’m surrounded
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| Grab the strap, squeeze the trigger, heart poundin'
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| Real shit, fuck a 9−5
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| I’d rather swoop a sick whip, and go 105
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| Damn right, this ride or die
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| I took it to a chopshop on the lower west side (x2)
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| You can’t see, I’m a fuckin' animal
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| You can’t see, I’m a fuckin' criminal
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| You can’t see, you’re gettin' too predictable
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| You can’t see, I’m anything but typical |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 503 , by - Dropout Kings. Song from the album AudioDope, in the genre Ню-метал