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letra de 5:00 freestyle - localmusicofficial

[verse 1: duzzy]
i’m the king where’s my crown
duzzy king where’s my crown
lemme welcome you to my town
can’t hang with us you fake like a —— clown
boys stay by my side
can’t hang with us you ain’t fly
oil and water, you can’t hang with the homies, you motha—— ostracized

yuh duzzy on the beat
why challenge me i don’t take defeat (na)
curb stomp with a cleat
try knocking me down
i’m a cat 9 lives so i land on my feet
locked up popped out finna get shot up (shot)
cop pull up you ain’t ready for the heat bruh
beat it up freeze it up lead it up i’m icy yuh
bleed it up bet you you can’t fight me yuh

[verse 2: bear]
jake going in, big words quintessential
cash comin in its exponential
trynna find me that’s confidential
boutta go to germany that’s continental
at home cooking up like mac and cheese
teaching like a priest
feeding like a beast
knocking on your knees
got honeys like bees
tyler just farted better grab the febreeze
lookin at me, take caution of my flare
wanna come out here just like pierre
if you try to diss me i really don’t care
sitting on my throne fresh prince of bel air
garmin on my wrist 5:30 i’ma flexa
got clout off the diss one song like tecca
might pull up in the prius or the tesla
asking me questions like [j/l] b!tch, i’m not alexa

[verse 3: tyla]
tyler out here soundin’ like a rapper
see you in a race you know i’m a lap ya
i’m number 1 like a prime factor
in cross country gonna get faster
got the vivo active 3 (three!)
you know i’m out here saven them trees
update in minecraft finding them bees
spent a couple racks on some new t-s

yuh tyler flyer than an ostrich
u wanna rap battle but you already lost it
mess with me ima hold you hostage
boy talking smack you built like a sausage-
sausage sausage bacon eggs
talk smack again imma break your legs
legs so small they look like pegs
brown eyes orange hair call you greg

[verse 4: rj]
i’m poppin off, mopping up
won’t stop lockin’ up
drippin hard, sippin lard
big ballin, livin’ large
i know i spittin bars, elon trip to mars
made it for real, keep my money in a jar
always go under par, pull up it’s a new car
i drank some powerade. it ain’t no lemonade
got a whole lotta maids. they do the laundry ay
get the rotisserie. ain’t nothing is for shade

run from the cops
gate is unlocked
when they pulled up i didn’t hear no shots
it wasn’t a loss
i don’t even floss
when i paint nails i only use gloss
i got some sauce
when i throw it i toss
mafia city level 100 boss
my name is rj i flow on the beat
you look tired
sit down, take a seat

- localmusicofficial

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