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starting 5 - li rye lyrics

[intro: g40]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(who the h*ll is carlo?)
mm*hmm, long live leek, n*gga
long live sauce

[chorus: g40 & li rye]
you drop a bag, bronem go clean up
chopper quakin’, pick your feet up
pay 1k for the .223 just for the guys to get more b’s
bronem took his kid, he steady foldin’, i think this n*gga a b*tch
you better watch your rearview ’cause them switches “frrt”, them b*tches quick
i don’t do no drama, i’m clutchin’ a fully arp, shoot 5.56
claim he a k!ller, won’t give no f*ck, hop out and turned his ass a vic’
nell on the way, just bit his body, lil’ bro slide solo with that stick
slid so many times with my drac’, i can’t even feel it when it kick

[verse 1: g40]
pop out and shoot, no dennis rodman
this ain’t a [?], b*tch, this a [?]
doa, i’m starting five, don’t think n0body else can stop me
choppеr flash, you’d think that i work for the paparazzi
i’m in this b*tch right now, loaded on roxies and [?]

[verse 2: li rye]
lil’ bronеm pass, [?], pop out the cut, smoke sh*t like exotic
left blood all through the city, ain’t no coppin’ out when this sh*t get violent
[?] sound familiar, come through with b*ttons
he tried to run, 7.62s hawked his back, we don’t talk sh*t, that ain’t nothin’
your brother died and you ain’t slid yet, if that was rod, i would have had life
i heard you slidin’ but ain’t hit sh*t, if ain’t nothin’ bleedin’ you don’t get no stripe
bent through broad day, they wasn’t outside, came back, caught ’em that same night
chriss caught a opp, went to the [?], came back to the same night
he survived but .45 changed the walls
tapped his jaw, now he barely talk
micro drac’ make big n*ggas shocked
know it hit soon you hear ’em shout
no shootout, car get up close
smacked ’em, they ain’t even make a post
he died, they ass act like they don’t know
so many heads, can’t keep the score
[chorus: g40 & li rye]
you drop a bag, bronem go clean up
chopper quakin’, pick your feet up
pay 1k for the .223 just for the guys to get more b’s
bronem took his kid, he steady foldin’, i think this n*gga a b*tch
you better watch your rearview ’cause them switches “frrt”, them b*tches quick
i don’t do no drama, i’m clutchin’ a fully arp, shoot 5.56
claim he a k!ller, won’t give no f*ck, hop out and turned his ass a vic’
nell on the way, just bit his body, lil’ bro slide solo with that stick
slid so many times with my drac’, i can’t even feel it when it kick

- li rye lyrics

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