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lirik lagu 5am in toronto – bart simpson

[intro]
yeah
this on some old tommy campos dice raw sh*t, you know?
for my n*ggas, though

[verse]
uh, you underestimated greatly
most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
the part i love most is they need me more than they hate me
so they never take shots, i got everybody on safety
i could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
probably wouldn’t lose a single rapper
n*ggas make threats, can’t hear ’em over the laughter
yeah, that’s ’cause i’m headed to the bank, n*gga
sinatra lifestyle, i’m just bein’ frank with ya
i mean, where you think she at when she ain’t with ya?
wildin’, doin’ sh*t that’s way out of your budget
owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
d*mn, this sh*t could go on a tape
b*tches lovin’ my drive, i never give it a break
give these n*ggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
that’s why every song sound like drake featurin’ drake
str8, y pree? why is it always me?
got us watchin’ our words like it’s wiretaps on the team
’cause i show love, never get the same outta n*ggas
guess it’s funny how money can make change outta n*ggas
for real, some n0body started feelin’ himself
a couple somebodies started k!llin’ themself
a couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
i bet them sh*ts would have popped if i was willin’ to help
i got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
bad press during the summer over allegations
i ain’t lyin’, my n*gga, my time is money
that’s why i ain’t got time for a n*gga whose time is coming
a lot of n*ggas pr stuntin’ like that’s the movement
and i’m the only n*gga still known for the music, i swear
f*ck them n*ggas this year, i made forbes list, n*gga
f*ck your list, everything’s lookin’ gorgeous
without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
but if i stay, then this sh*t is a bunch of corpses
and me and my dread n*gga from new orleans
stashin’ money like h**rders off multi*platinum recordings
eatin’ like i’m seated at swish, sotto, and joso’s
nothing was the same, this sh*t for ezee and coco
this sh*t for karim, this sh*t for jaevon
this sh*t for julius, milly mill, boy, we do this sh*t for real
all them boys in my will, all them boys is my wills
anything happen to pop, then i got you like uncle phil
weezy been on that edge, you n*ggas just need to chill
if anything happen to papi, might pop a n*gga for real
comin’ live from the screwface, livin’ out a suitcase
but i’m feelin’ good, johnny got me pushin’ two plates
my weight up, i refused to wait up, i started a new race
it’s funny when you think a n*gga blew up after lupe
n*ggas treat me like i’ve been here for 10
some n*ggas been here for a couple, never been here again
i’m on my king james sh*t, i’m tryna win here again
a young n*gga tryna win here again, man, what’s up?
[outro]
ayy, yeah, a young n*gga tryin’ to win here again
if i like her, i just fly her to the city i’m in
i got her drinkin’ with your boy
i got her f*cked up, shorty, aww yeah

- bart simpson

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