| Man, all the hoes in the fuckin' background, y’all shut the fuck up
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| Fuck you talkin', man, R5 in the fuckin' building
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| Show some respect
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| Kick them folks out the spot, slime
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| She still talkin'? |
| (No)
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| Oh, okay
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| Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
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| Yeah, send your best robber, know we’ll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
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| Know I’m ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
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| Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I’ma mind mine
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| I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
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| Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce
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| I’m with R5, R5
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| Catch you at the red light, black out
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| Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
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| Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
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| Rich nigga, I don’t eat Popeyes
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| Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
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| And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
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| Yeah, you know we’re gonna FOX 5 'em
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| Yeah, you know we’re gonna FOX 5 'em
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| Yeah, you know we’re gonna FOX 5 'em
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| Yeah, we’re gonna FOX 5 'em (FOX 5 'em)
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| Don’t make me call the maybe call the clock stopper (Clock stopper)
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| Ah, pretty lil' vibe, skeetin' in her eye
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| Nickname jaw locker (Nickname jaw locker)
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| Feel like I glide, I been gettin' high
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| Nigga, I’m a pill popper (Nigga, I’m a pill popper)
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| We got ten hundred-round choppers (Nah)
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| Heard you was a junkie, used to steal copper (Nah)
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| Pull up, whip game proper
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| Money get A, lotta cake like Betty Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker)
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| Uh, beatin' through your bae, stalkers, I know every day robbers,
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| gotta keep a door stopper (Gotta keep a door stopper)
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| Yeah, I be gettin' more llama, Gunna, he a roadrunner, and his bitch a
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| headhunter (And his bitch a headhunter)
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| Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep a real burner, never been a store
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| runner (Never been a store runner)
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| These bitches yell, «Go, Gunna"(Go, Gunna)
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| You gotta be your own boss, uh (Own boss)
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| Dressed like a showoff, go and get it, don’t talk, let the money rub off (Let
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| the money rub off)
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| Nah, these niggas gettin' cut off, this is not a love lost, we’ll never do soft
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| (We'll never do soft)
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| You pussy niggas too soft (Niggas too soft)
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| Free all my niggas, gotta prison walk (Free the gang)
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| Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
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| Yeah, send your best robber, know we’ll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
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| Know I’m ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
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| Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I’ma mind mine
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| I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
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| Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce
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| I’m with R5, R5
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| Catch you at the red light, black out
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| Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
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| Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
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| Hundred round drum on your boy, and we just hopped out a Royce
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| We pullin' up with a silencer, no, they ain’t makin' noise
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| Man, I had to pack the shirt, man, I had to peppermint it
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| Yeah, I send a big blitz, yeah, I had to go and end it
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| Go and drop the fuckin' pin, we’ll pull up in a minute
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| Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me 'cause a nigga sinnin'
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| I ain’t talkin' motherfuckin' testin' Ray J, man, I come out that Wraith just
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| with motherfuckin' bangers
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| I let that cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, whips like I’m Django
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| What the fuck a pussy boy had said?
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| I don’t know if he ain’t speakin' slime language
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| And I just left town with ten, pockets on top, nigga, no time to count us (Say
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| what?)
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| Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
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| Yeah, send your best robber, know we’ll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
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| Know I’m ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it’s Matt Ryan
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| Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I’ma mind mine
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| I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
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| Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce
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| I’m with R5, R5
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| Catch you at the red light, black out
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| Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
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| Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
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| Rich nigga, I don’t eat Popeyes
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| Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
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| And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
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| Yeah, you know we’re gonna FOX 5 'em
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| Yeah, you know we’re gonna FOX 5 'em
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| Yeah, you know we’re gonna FOX 5 'em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fox 5 , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Trapped On Cleveland 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп