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letra de 5 freeway - g perico

[intro]
(city)

[verse 1]
i was off for a second, now i’m back
if you lost me, ain’t no comin’ back
i be prayin’ that the whole team advance
hoop earrings on bling when you glance
i ain’t goin’ back and forth
i hope they free the homie when he go back to court
i be thinkin’ ’bout nip
like, “i gotta keep this sh-t goin’ strong for the crips”
600 horsepower flyin’ in my benz
buyin’ number (n)ine’s, sprayed all on my fit
the feds comin’ through ’round this b-tch takin’ pics
buildin’ blue t-shirt, ’bout to sell it for some m’s
next level, baguette link and the bezel
blinding everything when i hit the champеzzle
my granny always told me i was special
whеn she died, man, my life got so hectic
these n-ggas cliquing up, i gotta stay bl!ckied up
they sayin’ that it’s cool, but i can’t trust nothin’
glock on my hip, that mean murder
pay the bond, pay the judge, pay the lawyer
then i’m backflippin’ off of yachts, g-ngb-ngin’ out of drops
i ain’t no different from these n-ggas, i just played my card
royal flush, b-tch, i just beat the odds
call me poker face from now on
[chorus]
i was flyin’ on the 5 freeway in the benz
doin’ about a buck ten
alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel
bro been dead for a year, but i hear him still (long live bucho)
like g, do your sh-t
ain’t no stress, go get rich
what we press? innerprize clicc (it’s the clique)
up to the neck with this thirty round stick

[verse 2]
givenchy, stomp amg pedals
n-ggas come to the city and get stripped on rodeo
n-ggas come to the city with that hundred pound pack
just cash out and i’ma get it where you at
what’s clout? n-ggas gettin’ k!lled for it
like this bel air, when i pop, you get spilled for it
had some n-ggas in my business, wasn’t built for it
we was ‘posed to get rich, but you switched on me

[bridge]
fentanyl k!ller, long live my n-gga
swear when i be ridin’ in my benz i can hear him
raheem, young n-gga with a dream
young, fly, curly haired like me
fentanyl k!ller, long live my n-gga
swear when i be ridin’ in my benz i can hear him
cross country, get money
got a mexican and a snow bunny
[chorus]
i was flyin’ on the 5 freeway in the benz
doin’ about a buck ten
alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel
bro been dead for a year, but i hear him still (long live bucho)
like g, do your sh-t
ain’t no stress, go get rich
what we press? innerprize clicc (it’s the clique)
up to the neck with this thirty round stick

[outro]
g perico, innerprize clicc, play 2 win
and i’m bettin’ on my motherf-ckin’ self
this the million dollar flip, we ain’t got time to play
cross country, get money
got a mexican and a snow bunny

- g perico

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