Lyrics:
show T.V. spot
Magnetic man knows what he wants
Late night talk show T.V. spot
Combs back the static
To tame his hair
He shines his boots
Tooth and nail
I left my one spot back at the 5 Spot
and it's the straw that finally crushed this poor boy's soul
yeah I left my one spot back at the 5 Spot
wanna fuck nigga, fuck it
Diamonds in my watch, I got 5 spots
Bend lil mama over and she
Said I hit her spot
Hollows in my Glock, extra 30 shots
She ask
Strawberry
Strawberry top
Molly on my tongue
Come taste my v spot
Strawberry
Strawberry top
He like the way I ride it
When I'm on top
First class
One two five in a spot while I got my niggers ain't scared from a dot
They will never be caught, man's ready for the shot
Never liked cops, going for
ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah (Yeah)
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah (Up top)
Five more shots (Yeah, I got)
Five more spots (This bitch get)
Ten more rounds (Yeah,
grips
Five guns, five grips, five guns, five grips
Five guns, five grips, five guns, five grips
Spot any out-of-towners, switch 'em off
Let the MAC
I'm on a G4 flight
On a Dubai trip
And I just left Saudi homie
Right before this
I got bout five more spots
On my touchdown list
And I'll hit
out
Putting money down up on they books now you can eat now
Running up these bandz, nigga I got like five spots
Nigga I can show you how to serve this
fillin gup the room
When Booker jammed with Eric at the funky 5 spot
And Jimmy Cob's job was laying crashes on the top
Butter cops his lid at this
a square!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 5 spots on the dice
Make the shape! 5!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
6 spots on the dice
Make the shape!
6!
I'm number 6 and I've got game
When
slow
Thanks to Taebo, I'm thirty-two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out
Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop
seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Taebo
I'm thirty two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out
Two for five spots
I tear the rocks out
Pop
to be when the walls start falling
Well, it's 1 AM and wild and loud
Like sittin' in the middle of a funnel cloud
A five-spot for a shot and a beer
you
Well, we sat in park grass so scared of the past
Rolling round like blankets, oh, this won't last
Dancing to five spot records with smoke in
and baby
And I'll fish out a five spot
Buy yourself a drink
You might need two
Don't need to worry
'Cause I know just what to do
Use my car, my
friend with the quickness
So grab a five spot and buy some business
Chorus (2x)
[Third Verse]
Trick or treat, but it ain't halloween
Talkin' about
Was his foot background in a tourist's shot,
And his face framed by those old roman leaves,
Dead-center on the front of a five spot.
Abraham
to kill
That shit crazy, that shit deep and that shit steep but that shit real, uh
Let these niggas know 3-1-3 to the 4-1-4
Five spots on the block,
time to count your livestock
all I've got for a hype is a 5 spots to shovel my sidewalk
it's still within you, I can see it, I think it froze
'cuz you
witnessness
Man I say we hitting
Rap game cloth game its a shame
You don't know the name
I say it's 100, 20 times a five spot
By the time you learn the plot
a plot
These niggas made cause im hot
You mad cause you broke and im not
Me and Bally same blood no clot
In the land we got 4,5 spots
Got the door
a five-spot
Ain't even enough for a quad shot
Music don't get me by
If you wanna see me thrive
Reimburse me for my thoughts
Going crazy for my job
I just want
Yeah
And I deserve a top five spot
And I'ma roll like that until the tires Rott
And I control this rap a drop of a dime nah
And Rasha cold as shit
She
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