Lyrics:
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If
shoot ya dead) man down
It gon shoot ya dead, shoot ya dead, man down
I'ma keep my eyes wide open (I'ma keep em open)
Keeping one hand on the wheel (Keep
your own companionship
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
But ask yourself homeboy, why is that?
Brothers get jealous
Cruising down the street
Keep my foot on the pedal
I'm on the podium getting the gold medal
I'm number one cause I wanna go fast
If you ain't first
brought the metal in
This choppa make em rock and roll like heavy metal bands
Beat his ass with brass knuckles, I got metal hands Still keep that ruger
tucked in my sock
Hoodie low. Brass knuckles in My pocket
Music high
Xanax with my liquor to get by
What I got in my school bag
Pills and a book of rhymes
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
steady, impressed by my resume
Looking straight into the eye of the reaper every day, I
Shook mistakes off my mind, I'm more alive inside the present day
I
what I'm sayin'?
All my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
And all my real playas throw ya hands up high
And just keep on bouncin' while I take you
cynical
I'd rather see the grave than a rehabilitation
Now when u see me swangin
It'd be smart to keep your distance
Mix my lean with lipton tea forgetting
The Shocker]
Bounce, shake
[Lil' Romeo]
Lets do this!!
[Lil' Romeo]
Throw your hands up, from my circle ya'll stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
the top dropped, yeah
It's just us two, girl, take your top off, yeah, yeah (yeah)
You gotta keep it to yourself and don't tell no one 'bout it
I hand
break it down?
Man, you at the clinic? Dog, slow down, that's your child
But if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheating
And you
purse, keep a mag in my strap
Double C's on my bag, countin hundreds by the tens
Tell that hoe knuckle up, beat her ass and her friends
Da Doll Dee
the chapped lip brass dipped Knuckle dusting grind
Snuck another couplet by the by
Just cause I sound good In Hi-fi
Ay, listen
The flow on Joe Hisaishi
If we
twerking for it, I'll be working for it
And I just can't ignore it
So take your hands off my money
And my money and my ass
I can't just ignore it, I be
knuckles and a switch blade
I turned up all in school
I was the savage with the good grades
Fuck it dawg I’m riding by myself now
See I’m a grown man
takes the "S" off my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest makes a mess
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
Now your (ass) be slow guessing
song
Put your hand em round' my waist
We jammin inna de place now
Boy you're sweet like tart
No need to worry, only you have my heart
Put your hand em
hold that nefarious shit at bay
It's adulterating and preying on all the children's eyes
Good, keep my evil excrement contained
Won't dissipate my
keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks
These girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"
(Sweet Jones)
send one of my lil' niggas
Come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit
cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old
like me
With a shut my mouth made it easy, I'm
A product of North Carolina, nigga
Out of Charlotte by the way of Cleveland
Born in '91 up in Ohio
I
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