| Ayo, your dope ain’t worth nothing
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| Pistol whip you like you stole something
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| I’m always drinking roll something
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| Always wanna put a hole in something
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| Contraband in the air wander
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| These fuck niggas can’t stand us
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| Pyrex whippin' got us living
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| Get a brick your whole block gotta chip in
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| Ridiculous y’all niggas in the way
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| Chain smokin' fifty sour roaches in the ash tray
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| I’m so focused, cobra clutch the coke ferocious
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| My nigga in the sixes he be rollin'
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| My young bitch she be rollin'
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| Chrome 800 gotta grip it like I’m bowling
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| I’m sad Brad Vetement and soda
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| Ayatollah, fiends lying over
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| The God, nigga
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| AZ in a Saab, nigga
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| My shooter begging for a job, nigga
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| I gotta fire room in Cod, nigga
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| Two bedroom condo in Gwinnett
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| Plus another condo on my neck
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| Run the jewels, no Killer Mike
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| One button got the ceiling right
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| Hold ya head it’ll be alright
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| He got another 3000 nights
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| He okay, the nigga pray 5 times a day
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| He cool, he bool
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| He pray 5 times a day
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| He pray 5 times a day
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| That nigga pray 5 times a day
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| Correct
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| Fancy leather and my sweats Supreme shirt
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| Glock 9 with the inf' beams
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| Spray ya team we can go to war
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| wild freaks on the floor money galore
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| Bagging raw got their fingers hurtin'
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| My youngins tearing up the block
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| And the beamers swervin'
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| Just left Juma hope the prayers working
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| Out here reckless with the hecklers
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| Ballin the streets they can hear the hecklin'
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| Cuban necklace big medallion pro black
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| Half Italian blessed with pops features
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| Mom’s wisdom Quran’s teaching esoteric
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| Barbaric but the weed calm me
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| St. Laurent laundry hundred G’s on me
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| Flee homie not a nigga that can breathe on me
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| Can’t get close to the God jet fuel in the God
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| Me and Gunn Cheech and Chong
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| My shorty from Milan parents they from CapeTown
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| Started with a Qp got it up to eighty pounds
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| Went and got that AK it hold more than eighty rounds
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| Hit the ground pray five times a day
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| It still ain’t enough
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| Try coasting through life but still in a rut
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| These jams got a solid touch we be urging to bust
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| It’s like we worship the rush of getting money
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| Turning niggas to dust Hit the mosque
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| Since Allah hope Allah never give up on us
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| I’m praying five times a day and I don’t think it’s enough
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| It just ain’t enough
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| He pray 5 times a day
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| He pray 5 times a day
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| That nigga pray 5 times a day |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 5x a Day , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Hitler's Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп