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jay5 - 5 flow كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(dmac on the f_ckin’ track)
(run that sh_t up, jay)

[verse 1: ysn flow]
drop the top, with that maserati, can’t drive, just gon’ drop asses in it
a lotta n_ggas been hatin’ on me, can’t stress, that sh_t, gon’ pass them n_ggas
big glock on my backpack, three_two_one, we gon’ blast them n_ggas
mob ties, on my gang sh_t, if i can’t get ’em, my guys gon’ get ’em
torch on me, gon’ flame them n_ggas
six_two, my dangerous n_ggas
big chain and it’s bangin’, n_gga
high, i’ll never been chainless, n_gga
bust his brain, he tried to sn_tch my sh_t
hundred drumbin’, i’ll pack that b_tch
get a pack and i’ll smack that b_tch
smack that pack then i wrap that sh_t
send it off to mexico, see, i just want my decimals
f_ck n_ggas can’t mess with those
tryna find me, got my tentacle
not tryna be technical, but i feel like an animal
’cause monkey nuts on the mac_11, they ain’t talkin’ danimals

[verse 2: jay5]
got some young apes on that bullsh_t, they gon’ shoot on sight
cartier, left wrist thirty racks, my sh_t so bright
i came up a high hit, but look at me now, my wrist on ice
[?] young n_gga sh_t, i don’t f_ck wit’ you guys
thirty racks, left wrist cartier, and i ain’t even turned thirty yet
in a drop top, maserati coupe, in the glove where the .30 at
ain’t talkin’ falcons, where the birdies at?
got a whole hundred on me right now like the field do
cut my hands off dealin’ with these racks, i can’t feel those
[verse 3: ysn flow]
ain’t gon’ fake, i started takin’ drugs when i was fifteen
wanna have a mansion for my mama when i’m sixteen
‘fore my daddy left me, i swear to god, he told me, “get green”
jumped up in that water, i ain’t know this sh_t was this deep
took that tommy and versache, i got rich but i ain’t roddy
all my gangsters stand beside me, kakarot, i know karate
don’t wanna cuff or i’ma punt the b_tch
[?], i need my funds and sh_t
max payne, i keep them guns and sh_t
love told me not to trust a b_tch
just f_ck the b_tch then dub the b_tch
right back on my ugly sh_t
i’m out on the block, we sellin’ drugs, i don’t want them bloods and crips
narcs come, we move them juugs away, penetration, that move my thugs away
fake sh_t, just stay the f_ck away
bae told me, “you don’t take drugs today”

[verse 4: jay5]
some of this sh_t that i get in these streets, i probably should die for
i’m probably gon’ make it in rappin’, i give up the streets, i probably should try more
i’m fresh everyday like the first day of high school
i’m the freshest in my school
that glock on me right now, ain’t trippin’ on sh_t
i prolly won’t fight you
trap n_gga turned rap star, i’m the definition of what real is
icy ass young fly b_st_rd, i’m the definiton of what chill is
you can’t pop out, pa, look at my watch, my b_tches bad
before a deal, i didn’t make it to dinner but i had a meal
swerve in the back of the back, it’s a phantom
i’ma shoot at your crew if it’s random
go pray to the priest and then ask for forgiveness
i’m gettin’ all these pounds like it’s fitness
i’ve been gamblin’ more, tryna manage the pain
my baby mama say i’m untame
i wanted new t__th, went to johnny dang
i was outside, tryna dodge the rain

- jay5

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