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letra de 5 star meal - l nun

5 star meal lyrics
[verse 1: rtb mb]
hundred hundreds in my pocket, i’m just waitin’ for the d-mn drop
rtb the gang, i’m with my n-ggas like it’s sandlot
she in the strip, she askin’, “why these hoes love you?” i got bands, watch
talkin’ crazy on the ‘gram, type sh-t to get your mans popped
make me mad, flash out like nat turner, get your clan dropped
i’m different, i just whooped a n-gga ass with a tan glock
i ain’t irish, but i’m always around green like a shamrock
f-ckin’ with me like tryna put your hands on jackie chan watch

[verse 2: l nun]
yeah, call the ar diva ’cause it do a lot
we ain’t ’bout to square up, but we gon’ put him in a box
sh-t, i’m really in the field, but i ain’t got no cleats on
hated when wе used the stove whеn we ain’t have no heat on
card came with twenty on it, but i gave her 3k
had to fit my profile, so i brought a briefcase
this punch paid my truthfinder, i don’t never reuse it
n-gga, don’t stop shootin’ ’til the cart stop movin’

[verse 3: rtb mb]
tryna make an empire off that cookie, not lucious
you can’t go nowhere off this blitz, n-gga, stop jukin’
i ate a five-star meal before the pill, i’m not pukin’
i step back and rack my bl!ck, like t-mac, i’m not losin’
we number one, y’all runner-up, but never runnin’ up
i ain’t in my feelings ’bout no b-tch ’cause i’m a hundred up
chopstick hit him in his stomach, he got his tummy tucked
all my guns got batteries, don’t wake the energizer bunny up
[verse 4: l nun]
fifty sticks in the crib, naw, we ain’t in the navy
naw, i ain’t mb, but i’m a real trench baby
we never hit the same court ’cause you n-ggas kept losin’
you ben simmons, had your shot, but n-gga, you was scared to shoot it
chillin’ in my driveway, i got fl!cked by the narcs
you ever came up short, but the path was so far?
if we got smoke, it’s up forever like the pistons and the bulls
i won’t leave out the crib unless i’m ’bout to hit a jugg

[verse 5: rtb mb]
n-gga, i can’t leave the crib without my keys and my glock
boy, don’t get your ass stung, i got bees on the block
treat your b-tch just like dirt, puttin’ seeds on her top
i need medicals, pourin’ threes of the wock’
n-gga, poured a six of that actavis
i was young as h-ll, hidin’ bl!cks in my mattresses
nowadays i be f-ckin’ singers and them actresses
brodie really ridin’ ’round with switch, n-ggas blasphemous
i know i rapped an eight, this beat sweet, let me rap to this
f-ckin’ on your girl, go get the cam, come and capture this
h-ll yeah, all my n-ggas gettin’ pape’ ’til that rapture hit
this mask not for covid, n-gga, i’m tryna wrap a brick

- l nun

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