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5 am (freestyle) - fblmanny lyrics

[intro]
(exo)
uh*uh

[verse 1]
i don’t even want the drank if i can’t crack the seal
i don’t even want the b*tch if she don’t wanna let me live
i don’t even want the glock if it don’t come with (frrr)
she can come to the apartment, but she can’t see the crib
she a hottie, came from buffalo, but i don’t pay her bills
i’m a rapper, but my uncle said, “it’s lookin’ like you deal”
i’m a shark up in that water, sh*t, i guess i’m havin’ gills
this b*tch gon’ give me head, she got crazy sk!lls
told my dawg i’m seein’ red like the bottom of her heels
and they was twins, but i ain’t trippin’ ’bout both of ’em, i won’t tell
my shooter heat sh*t up like grills, i told him, “bring me a slab of ribs”
i ain’t tryna hear no negativity, i’m tryna live
doggy in the can, he called the same day as my bills
f*ck that sh*t, i told my doggy that i got him and i did
she’s a bad b*tch, i might put her in some prada, but i didn’t
i be tryna catch y’all big dogs, i ain’t worried ’bout you midgets
my name up in they mouth like menthols, that’s why the drac’ keep spittin’
she’s a bad b*tch, how you hit her?
i’m in the ‘cat, no, i ain’t steal it
i got the title to this, but i drive this b*tch just like a rental
i ain’t stoppin’ for the jakes, it ain’t in my heart, i can’t surrender
and i think i’m your b*tch appetite, she ate me up for dinner
pull up in the benz with the emblem light, this b*tch look like a sp*ceship
she keep actin’ like she a coke bottle, knowin’ d*mn well she got fake hips
i’m the type, let my play come in and don’t even make sh*t
i’m the type, walk a n*gga down and get his face lift
uh, uh, uh
[verse 2]
we back on n*ggas ass
this sh*t gon’ be a long ride, we got some season pass
you have to get used to the cement, that’s why i’m tryna leave your ass
she didn’t know i had to serve my plays, that’s why i left the class
i had put my trust in you, that’s probably why i left the bag
now i keep my guard up ’cause that fake sh*t never last
i’m tryna leave a whole hundred, so give my dawg an extra mag
watch for snakes up in your face, they’ll slime you out without a mask
f*ck the hook, just bring the beat back
i know i’m hard, i don’t need your feedback
he a hoe, can’t send the fee back
workin’, nah, they can’t see to relax
if they pull you over, turn on my music, then you better flee that
she tryna give me head and want it back, i’m like, “i don’t need that”
come through n*ggas blocks ’cause they been loafin’
and my dawgy, he like shaq and i’m like kobe
i sent my n*ggas to your lo’, and it was ghost town
i don’t know who to trust, i’m movin’ safe, so i don’t go ’round
you ain’t in this sh*t here by yourself, they took us both down
p*ssy n*ggas tryna hang around the gang, can’t throw the rope around
you can come to the airport, but this sh*t look like a grow house
i need a hundred mil’ up out this rap sh*t ‘fore i go out
i don’t even like this fit, so i bought a new one, cost me four thousand
my pockets lookin’ pregnant, i took a picture, call it ultrasound
my momma said, “you been a g*nius, but slow down, ’cause it’s low down”
even though you chillin’ with them other folks, that sh*t was low down
but we gon’ make it rain on n*ggas block, make it pour down
oh, he a rapper, and you want smoke? clear the show out
i don’t feel like makin’ interactions, so i don’t go out
lately, i been stressin’, i can’t even grow my ‘fro out
d*mn

- fblmanny lyrics

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