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gen 5 - lil lik lyrics

[intro: luhh dyl]
(ayy, man, this b*tch so bad, my n*gga)
alright, it’s a little bit late, yeah
yeah, yeah, come on, slow down
yeah

[verse 1: luhh dyl]
i’m tryna walk, but gen5 pokin’ my leg, this b*tch ain’t goin’
i was f*ckin’, five*starred her groin, started f*ckin’ up my groin
it was sunny when i looked outside, i walked out, it started snowin’
it was sunday when they seen them guys, they hopped out and started blowin’

[verse 2: lil lik]
it was sunday when i started f*ckin’, nutted monday morning
bro keep cuttin’ into the hoes, i’m like, “you f*ckin’ up the motion”
i got off the box and went straight to the airport, b*tch, i’m focused
ain’t no meat to meat with me, lil’ b*tch, i’m f*ckin’ with a trojan
house arrest ain’t for lil lik, b*tch, i’m the chosen one
i’m ‘posed to be somewhere ot, gettin’ locked up really slowed me up
they see them black trucks while at the function and they know it’s us
i do not got no love for you, baby, i just wanna f*ck
like why you tell the hoes you k!llin’ me and you don’t own no gun? (yop)
i’m really good inside my city, i be showin’ love
b*tch, i’m really good inside that county, i be sleepin’, eatin’ with the thugs (come on)
a n*gga try to press me in this b*tch, i bet it’s goin’ up
[verse 3: luhh dyl]
yeah, my bad, lik, i just got back, this b*tch was throwin’ up
my old hoes tryna come back in my life since i started blowin’ up
uh*huh, the same hoes that used to ho and treat me bold as f*ck
the same hoes that i make go beat they feet after they hold my nuts
in traffic blowin’ at a semi for tryna hold me up (uh*huh)
in school cussin’ at the teacher, the b*tch wrote me up
as long as bro and ‘nem gon’ keep spinnin’, i keep rollin’ up
and i ain’t stoppin’ until i’m at the top and it’s just only us

[verse 4: lil lik]
i got a flash on a gen5 glock, lil’ n*gga, say cheese
if you don’t want your mama house to get hit, n*gga, say please
i ain’t even have to hop out, we was eight deep
i’m drunk and i ain’t tryna f*ck tonight, i’m finna play sleep

[verse 5: luhh dyl]
i’m kinda feelin’ like i made it, they rappin’ on my beats
ain’t even gotta step, my n*ggas get on ass when they see jeeps
better not make me count to five, you gon’ be dead by three
rob a n*gga for his standard glock and make a cp3

[verse 6: lil lik]
i’m p*ssed off, my main b*tch been arguin’ with my sidepiece
i’m tellin’ bro don’t use the main road, we on the side street
i told my mama this sh*t on the floor, just get behind me
n*ggas doin’ all these fake*ass shootings, commit a body
n*ggas ain’t built like this, i’m weighin’ in
i’m high as f*ck, can’t even rap right now, told bro to play it again
when people tell me i’m that n*gga, i just tell ’em to say it again
these n*ggas hit the slab for five racks, b*tch, i can show a ten (let me say it again)
i said i’m sorry, i was talkin’ to your friend, it is what it is
i’m hopin’ we can put that sh*t behind us, we can f*ck again
(b*tch, i’m tryna f*ck again)
b*tch, i been locked in jail and on tether, i’m just tryna live
free lil d, i know when he come home, he gon’ be tryna spin
i whispered in her ear, “let’s leave the party, can you suck my d*ck?”
but you can’t take me serious when i’m drunk, i just be talkin’ sh*t
[verse 7: luhh dyl]
i just be talkin’ sh*t, most of the time, it just be off the l!ck
i’m off the hip, a n*gga talkin’ tough, that’s when we off his lips
they got me bent, they tried to bring a rider and i broke his sh*t
way that i been walkin’ on this b*tch, you think i wrote this sh*t

[outro]
(ayy, man, this b*tch so bad, my n*gga)

- lil lik lyrics

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