Lyrics:
took the pies man (it was him)
It was him
Listen, who ate all the pies? It was me Wiley
Top boy riddems they are made by me
I've got high mic
at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more boy)
Run tell the blood's I'm crip and go tell the crips I'm
like the spine, boy
Please have my money on time, please have my money on time
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Please back it up one more
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
Hook
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
J.E.V.O.N.......YEA, J.E.V
a gamble
We still roll the 4-5-6 (4-5-6)
We was juggin', hittin' licks (Hittin' licks)
Youngins on the strip (Youngins)
Heard them boys, they with the shit's
really know
He's a Rubber Band Boy, Ra-Ra, Rubber Band Boy
Ra-Ra, Rubber Band Boy
Fa fa five years latter, now he locked up in the pen
He took
feet (I'm four times twenty-five)
I don't see what they see (how the blind lead the blind)
Boy, I'm like a safety (sitting way beyond the line)
I
boy
You ain't been through shit
Square ass white boy square ass white boy
You only 5'6 you only 5'6
Square ass white boy square ass white boy
Ya gotta
I got it on me, yeah
And I'm gon' squeeze it
See them my boys, I'ma be
There whenever they need me, huh
Drive-by, let off a few shots
Damn Lu got
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
I'm always on go, I be spazzing
I'm a demon little boy, Black Magic
On God imma end up in the top five
Bringing heat but it's not with a Glock nine
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian
He had arms and legs and hands
up in that passenger
Clutching the bag
(Range got five percent)
I'm bout to hit the casino
And double the racks
(Oh)
Whipping the five percent
Whipping
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, all good superheroes go to heaven
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, all good superheroes go to heaven
The butcher and the baker
fi know by now
Dem boy fi know by now, pussy
Burst if you won't pipe down
Payback, even if I'm owed £5
(Bad boy) Real recognise real
If you look in my
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five
[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]
[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch!
(Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in, too, baby!
(We got 5
boy be cool
You got me in my feelings changed my mood
You nothing like the rest so what it do?
You a five star
Five star five star
You a five star
Five
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