Lyrics:
I shoot that K', it get loud like a cymbal
And my brodie bang the 5, he throwing signs, he throwing symbols
And my brother tote the 9, and he gon'
as hell, but she 5'6" (Woo)
Put a sign on the chop that say fire quick
(On the chop) and Murda Man just came home
He up five hit's, nigga
(Five hit's)
Iced
sign there sign on the dotted line this line that line sign here sign there three four five six seven wait in line wait in line take a number take
Need some time to get aligned
All this is temporary, gone in 5
Maybe that's a sign to get it right?
(Maybe that's a sign to get it right)
Hitting up my
barefoot and he's looking for change
I'm wearing Nike's and I'm looking for change
Sitting at my desk from 9 to 5 trying to detect signs of life
Maybe I will
18 miles to Woodstock along a snowy road
Was gonna grab a coffee at the diner in town but the sign in the window says closed
Been driving all night
the cake cake cake
I go
Slip inside a thotty on the tip-top floor
Four five bitches
Gotta co-sign hitters
Both sides
No ties
Shit is wavy like a boat ride
dreams that never last
Scratching the lotto over the garbage can
At the end of it all, at the end, there's no relief on pump number five
I hate the signs
of waiting
Give me a sign
Forty five days in the desert sun
Have I lost my way?
Is my purpose gone?
Every breath comes with pain
Feels like the devil's in my
I'm doing this/ independent/
Spending/ my income/ and investments/
No contracts/ co-signs/
No/ Un-sign Hype/
Five/ mics/
Disappeared/ my freshman/
a grudge from about five years ago today.
Some sign about free soda was a scam.
Well, that's Chan.
Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change
Said
He had plastic bags wrapped around his shoes
He was covered with the evening news
Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands
The bank sign was
Paint the picture of a genius
Forty-five on my waistline
Interstate sign
Bow down to Donny
Niggas get scared when they see me behind the weal
Edna Burgoo wore a shoe size No 10
When the roll was called that fall and class was ready to begin
She was five feet nine and showin' signs
signs, five dollars a piece That's a heavy price
For a low key man, sorting all the matter all the time Racing to the ribbon at the line
Little white lady
get a pair in each size
I upgraded V's from a Nissan
I upped them V's like a peace sign
I could Feel that horse when I whip that course
I Lit that torch
make you fumble nigga
Call you niggas prey cause I done turned into a hunter nigga
Niggas wanna sign 5k then Ima need about 100 figures
When we see you
fuckin' all these hoes with that latex (latex)
You got a Glock with a stock, niggas basic (basic)
Roll a three-five up and I'ma face it
Had to cut some
Signs, fuck the five- o
I'm a young rich nigga yeah Bitch i done it
Balling so hard balling like Stunna eh (birdman)
I'm a young rich nigga yeah Bitch i
can get to my cheese
Her... get no scraps get no bad like her ratches
Wanna book me for five G's,
Read the sign and say stop please,
Can't knock
can get to my cheese
Her... get no scraps get no bad like her ratches
Wanna book me for five G's,
Read the sign and say stop please,
Can't knock
It's Saturday night
Drivin' so high
I'm noticing all the warning signs
A hundred and five
A temperature rise
A hundred (?) the space and time
for you at the Five And Dime
Stop sign told me stay at home
Told me you were not alone
Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to hurt anyone
In
on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin' straight white, Gwen Stefan'
Talkin'-talkin' 'bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I'm in
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