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letra de pt 4 | hazard lights ⚠️ - jay5ive

[intro]
graah, graah
yo bro, that’s them right there
graah, graah
go get with that n-gga
kezii
graah, graah
free sdot go, word to my deads n-gga

[verse]
like, why?
do you think you got any chance getting low?
like, “5ive”, get out my ear brodie i’m tryna blow
“oh my”, that’s what she said when i backed out my pole
“jay5ive”, that be the moans coming out of her throat
i bet i push up on him, but he won’t
shots to his body, can’t pick up his phone
and i only sip wock, i do not sip [?]
and lamar on the bench, n-ggas left him alone
come to that block, i might bend wit’ my sitchy
i’m tryna spin, hit ’em, frisbee
i showed her the broom, she poppin’ her titty
and she smokin’ on jay, blay, rippy
how many got shot? n-gga, you get me
now she yellin’ out eli, bj, gilly
she blew on my d-ck, come and get wit’ me
oh that’s michael row? why he runnin’ ricky?
bro’s holdin [?], and i’m totin’ nicky
she said “5ive, can i come? i’m tryna get tipsy”
said she smokin’ on ldot, sam, diddy
dot on his sleeves, f-ck up his kidney
why y’all listen to him? that n-gga got shot
dougie, ek, y’all n-ggas dropped
i start notti boppin’, i see aj wvttz
put the gun to my head, e with the dot
seen reese loc, he wasn’t on sh-t
“5ive, you got it” came out of his lips
i seen tmb del, and that n-gga dipped
ritho was wit ’em, runnin’ out they kicks
like, how many of mine got shot?
i said it before, none of mine got flocked
jack, blitz, naz not shot
eg, jay, 5ive not shot
kapp, sg, mine throw shots
gb, chunky, they not flocked
welden, neeky, no bullets hot
free s with the dot, sdot not flocked
she threw it back, when i’m bustin’
it’s no way he gettin’ away, bullets touched him
bullets is burnin, heatin’, rubbin’
he better play dead, this ain’t nothin’ he wantin’
let me think for a sec’, like, i’m ’bout to punch him
she threw it back, how the f-ck is we—?
like, how the f-ck is we cuffin’?
bringin’ my pole ’cause i told you i’m coming
like, i gotta show
i’m in his crib when i’m just tryna come in
like, rip loc
bro tryna boom ’cause they mention his cousin
like, she on my d-ck
why would you think that we ever was cuffin’?
like, he wit’ his b-tch
why does he even feel comfortable runnin’?
like, line’s in my ear
babygirl, i am not tryna hear nothin’
like, heart, broke
you did me wrong, how you makin’ assumptions?
i ain’t comin’, i can’t bring the gun in
noah got kicked on the floor, n-ggas jumped him
smokin’ on diddy and smokin’ on ldot
’cause i don’t know which basketball player punchin’

- jay5ive

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