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letra de 5 am – black cobain

[verse 1: black cobain]
5 am in this m*th*f*cka, we still sippin
spending cheese on the women, n*gg* that’s big pimpin
forever faded, i know lucifer waiting
brought this sh*t to fruition, took my n*gg*s to vegas
who’s better? them never, lo sweaters
motion pictures, my n*gg*s, no extras
the boa know they loving the crew
she just wanted the last, thought i wanted it too
real n*gg*s never hate another man
you see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand
but you forcin it and it’s unfortunate
they won’t be reaping the benefits of new porches is
folarin said we 6 million and running
so i’m just making sure my verses count for something
62 dreams, roll a date with some lean
it’s 5 in the morn, yea i’m on the scene

[verse 2: black cobain]
5 am in this m*th*f*cka we still sippin
sin city, my god, we still tippin
get these n*gg*s the blues until they all crippin
this for my n*gg*s hustlin until they last minute
my n*gg*s buying time: rolexes
if xxl frontin on me i do it for x
i stared death in the eyes a couple times
my p*ssport got stamped before a couple rhymes
laugh in a hater’s face, tell him that he a broke n*gg*
the devil is alive, but what’s is to a cold n*gg*?
i know i know, i do not mean to boast
it’s looking easy my n*gg*, a rap finger roll!
road to riches: who riding shotgun?
who knows my worth and gonna take the charge when the
cops come?
righteously living, i know all my verses be cold
i be asking myself: am i selling my soul? huh?

[verse 3: wale]
born thuggin’, heartless and mean-muggin
you bulemic, struggling n*gg*s ain’t eating supper
forever well-off
no kenny smith, no i’m a jet off
with rhyming skills, you in amish village
how simple they are
we are thee lyrical cpr, some decent broads
see gods eating philippe chao
we be like chow
they be like now?
we be like wow
they be like d*mn
we be like go
they be like where
we be like… down
fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent
jamacian for the weekend, rice, peas and king fish
in hindsight, i think alot of ya’ll should try to see
this
from college cheatin’, to bodyin’ all these coliseum
you oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three
much
too hype to see slightly put all of my three’s up
[?] little brother feelin every word to love it
this warren moon, this warren buffet i throw up numbers
double m self made we forever rich
uptown, moco, prince george, represent
hit up mo hit up vic, an we rollin a swish
lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my b*tch
n*gg* flow like a missisipi riv in a picture
that mean i’m overflowin all you rappin n*gg*s in cups
this sh*t pay my momma bills, stackin my sh*t for real,
she say you in my belly
i tell her i’m to sincere, that’s a nas reference,
lyrically ain’t not impressive
if i hear another model-bottle rhyme, i’m flippin
my mind is like a lotto ticket ya’ll don’t get it
like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit
material girls i got a fetish for, so i got the best
rapport
with business hoes an college strippers
d.c that’s drugs come in dumb choppas
with no garden i know hoes that pump water

- letras de black cobain