Lyrics:
the same brands
Bunch of Louis V nerds
That's that Louis V curse
She want Gucci on the purse
She want Gucci on the fur
She want Gucci like burr
Stepping in
get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
I don't see her
Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia
Everybody
a bunch of fives inside his wallet
While looking out into the distance
I will surely miss him, unrequitedly
As I'm sure he would agree
Only self-worth is
I done fuck a bunch of bitches what we talking about
like this fiddle-di-dee
It makes me nervous, it gives me the hives
Waiting for a kiss from a bunch of fives
Just when I think I could learn
like this fiddle-di-dee
It makes me nervous, it gives me the hives
Waiting for a kiss from a bunch of fives
Just when I think I could learn
I stay up as it counts the time
Clock work is money as space shifts to 5
Bunch out and in
Then Rush to unwind
Man do I love my 9 to 5
Hustle back
like this fiddle-di-dee
It makes me nervous, it gives me the hives
Waiting for a kiss from a bunch of fives
Just when I think I could learn
nervous, it gives me the hives
Waiting for a kiss from a bunch of fives
Just when I think I could learn to forget her
Right through the door come
like this fiddle-di-dee
It makes me nervous, it gives me the hives
Waiting for a kiss from a bunch of fives
Just when I think I could learn
of the bunch
P5 I was starving for months
Eburo ne nkatie in both of my pockets
Mennim ade3 aa 3nn3 yebedi for lunch
Poppi call me a star before BBC
It will
one's for you
A bunch of fives
Stick it, shove it
This one's for you
Right in your face
Just sit on this and spin around
This one's for you
No
Got five of those hoes,
Simply got a bunch of dem
Got five of your bros,
Shootin wit a bunch of dem
Not gonna be like Ice Spice,
Lookin like
A ball and chain met a bunch a fives
Just another drop in the bucket
Buckle up Bella or cut and run
Because a rose is a rose is a rose
A penny for
I'm powerless
Like a bunch of fives, how am I alive?
I'm bodiless
In a nameless town where I run around
Oh
I'm powerless
No one looks for me
Been
Noreaga in the CD changer
I watched him empty his pockets nothing but creased up paper
A bunch of fives and ones, I asked him how he made it
He said use
but a bunch of fives
And Im down to my knuckle bones
All of my money, all of my crime
Aint never give me anything
I could call mine
My Power
Skip the line
Headed straight to the front
Coolest kid of the bunch
V.I.P
Please don't touch
Move you peasant
Please remove your presence
Before you
your bag
Just work, work, work, work up a bunch
Like five, six songs you like
You know what I'm saying?
And then just drop them bitches
Throughout
a bunch of fives
In a bed of knives
Going out, going out
Going out of my mind, you'll find me
Staring out the window
Never coming home
Never coming
All these bitches in the club
Baby you one I'm choosing
All these fuck niggas losing
Come on let's get it grooving
Surrounded by a bunch of doe
5
all be gone
Save up a bunch of twenties, tens, and fives
Then blow it all at one time
Nah, I didn't have to need it, I got it if I wanted
All day
my bank account
Bitch, it's empty and spent
Now they be asking where Oddy Nuff went
It's that Lo-Fi (Five) broken sky (Nine)
Golden dye (Five) cold
the pain with the drank, what I spent? Five bands
A bunch of pills, Oxyco', spent another five grand
But understand none of these drugs make the person I
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