| After hours, nigga
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| Late night creep, nigga
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| Better get ya motherfucking weight up, nigga
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| We finna go play with them hoes
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| Money 17
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| Boy how much you really making cut the shit and stop the faking
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| Bake a nigga now he bacon, scrambled eggs we breakfast making
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| All these niggas think they Satan save it nigga why you playing
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| He look dead look how he laying, switch the subject fuck it man
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| Pull up doing the best I can intelligence is dominant
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| Every time I smoke a blunt I reminisce my innocence
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| Nowadays I flip and break a fit a little bit too quick
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| I tried to be more rationale but my pride ain’t having it
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| I don’t know what else to do you come for me I fear for you
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| Fuck him, her and you and you I give no fuck bout any fool
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| Look at you, you dressed in jewels but what you bring is silly dude
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| Imma keep it real and true but know your place and keep it cool
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| 5 on the dot
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| Eyes on the twat
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| Eyes on a thot
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| Her eyes on my knots
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| (money)
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| Two in the mornin' Who tryna bone
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| Who tryna joan (train)
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| Crew made of stone
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| Racks after racks (money)
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| Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)
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| Cunt after cunt (bitches)
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| Stunt after stunt
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| Nigga yee ain’t gotta ask
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| Know I got them packs
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| Clients turn to rats thats why I don’t sell jack
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| Ok I walk in a bank bitch my cup full of drank
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| When my nose get runny bitch I got a Louie hank
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| We ain’t pouring out the bottle bitch we pouring out the pint
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| All these fucking diamonds on me could of bought a fucking wraith
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| But I said fuck that shit I got a mil in the safe
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| For you niggas playing pussy bitch I’m coming where you lay
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| Bitch I went to jail bundled out
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| Got out clean slate
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| Told all my hoes don’t come home again got my cake (money)
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| Bankroll Rico pimp ya fucking bae
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| Took ya hoe to the bay she selling pussy by the lake
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| All my hoes yeah they get that lease, 10k for a day
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| Bitch they breaking all you sugar daddies every damn day
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| Ass in my hand
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| Rope around your wrist
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| Tan mini van
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| It’s four thirty and I’m
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| Dirty Dan
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| Unsanitary,
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| bands hit the fan
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| Nigga, 5 in the AM
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| Don’t give a damn
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| Uh, here we go again
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| Red bull and gin
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| Nigga gone like the wind
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| Left with her friend
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| Never talked again
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| Hundreds don’t bend, nigga
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| He thought he could pull my bitch
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| But uh uh, I think not
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| There’s a difference in my texture, my nigga that you ain’t got
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| He say Debbie is the wifey but squad say she a thot
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| Ima tell you what I’m not about to do is sit and rot
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| Ay every day I pull up andalé without a damn delay
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| Hold up wait
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| What the fuck you say we headed towards your way
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| Ridgeway, Kirby Parkway hit the state escape
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| Yo bitch wanna set a date I threw that shit the other way
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| I threw this bitch the other way I got bitches on layaway
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| He say that she a runaway
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| She tryna make a 100 K
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| She selling in my hideaway just pulled up in my driveway
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| Ima send her outside through the fucking walkway
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| Every day bitch pregnant ain’t gon give a nigga lee way
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| All my hoes gon' keep on foreplay she a suck it in a store way
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| Bitch I’m high speed on the highway
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| Blow a check
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| Drop my hoe off in my stingray bitch I pull up its a replay bitch
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| 5 on the dot
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| Eyes on the twat
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| Eyes on a thot
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| Her eyes on my knots (money)
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| Two in the mornin' Who tryna bone
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| Who tryna joan (train)
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| Crew made of stone
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| Racks after racks (money)
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| Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)
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| Cunt after cunt (bitches)
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| Stunt after stunt
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| Nigga yee ain’t gotta ask
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| Know I got them packs
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| Clients turn to rats thats why I don’t sell jack |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 5 on the Dot , by - Idontknowjeffery. Song from the album The Night Is Still Young, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп