Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5 Minutes, artist - Kirk Knight. Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
5 Minutes |
| I got so much. |
| So much fuckin stress on my mind real quick holmes |
| Vibe for a nigga real quick, my nigga, you know what I’m saying? |
| Word up, word is bond and all that |
| Lust demon gets hornier and hornier |
| As the kills gets gorier and gorier |
| From corridors to corner stores |
| Catch him on the block |
| With the orphans through the street |
| Violins playing as another black coffin speaks |
| At the thought — of another ignorant phone call |
| Who is this? |
| Calling me at 5:47 in the morning |
| Crack of dawn and why she mourning |
| Bittersweet, hit it both ways, now I’m scorching |
| First things first, man, you fucking with your hearse |
| So rehearse who you coming at |
| Aye aye squintin' at Captain Kirk |
| Star trekking, playing my role |
| But still follow scenes tread |
| Enemies, friend up ahead of me |
| Show no empathy, get smashed like a centipede |
| Sent to energy, don’t bug me with your sympathy |
| You ran a whole train on a bitch |
| She still suck a mad dick, when the clock tick |
| As I elect no cause of politic, uh |
| Could you picture the damage that we afflict, uh? |
| I’m staring at my own, own fucking depth |
| Backwoods smoking out my motherfucking chest |
| 5 minutes to death, I’m still in bed, get high at rest |
| As I arrest the sex pin, my love reminisce |
| Learn to architect, computerize love |
| It’s that project that’ll shock her back to cardiac arrest |
| I got some problems that I can’t get away from |
| If all else fails, know I got my day ones |
| I got five on it, keep a nigga face numb |
| Fuck five on it, keep a nigga face numb |
| I got some problems that I can’t get away from |
| If all else fails, know I got my day ones |
| I got five on it, keep a nigga face numb |
| Fuck five on it. |
| My trigger finger get hornier and hornier |
| Finger fuck the grip til it spit on a cop |
| A warning shot for the warden |
| Holla, say the word if you want it |
| I’ma bring the ward in |
| Peep holes straight through ya doorman |
| My sound reach foreign |
| Y’all still be local, I’m in this foreign |
| My vocals still ain’t focal |
| Rap game in a chokehold |
| I smoke those who don’t know |
| Who could get lunged in the air by the dope flow |
| Matter fact, I flow dope, bars by the boatload |
| You said you ready for war, boy I just hope so |
| Let me vindicate for all my indica syndicates what I indicate |
| Been the great, the Flatbush renegade niggas been afraid |
| Squeeze the life out you rap niggas like lemonade |
| Yo, Kreeper say the word and I eliminate |