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letra de 5 on it freestyle - luh tyler

[intro]
gang, ayy, yeah, ayy ([?], you goin’ crazy, n-gga)
i get to cookin’ in the booth, think i’m in the kitchen
i just pulled up in a coupe, lookin’ like a chicken
gang
i can teach you somethin’, n-gga, you just gotta listen
come on, n-gga, yeah

[verse]
i get to cookin’ on the beat, you’d think i’m in the kitchen
i just pulled up in a coupe, i’m lookin’ like a chicken
and, boy, you’d better tie your shoelace, you out here trippin’
i be gettin’ dough and switchin’ hoes, i’m out here pimpin’
stuffin’ racks inside my jeans, that sh-t got me limpin’
tryna go to johnny dang and make my neck glisten
i can teach you somethin’, n-gga, you just gotta listen
this is not the end, n-gga, this is the beginning
i be stayin’ out the way, i’m gettin’ to the bread
i just get up on the beat and come up off the head
i be speedin’ to the cheese, i’m prayin’ i don’t wreck (skrrt)
why these n-ggas sleepin’ on me? why they in the bed? (i don’t know)
man, the way luh tyler slidin’, think he on a sled
i think i’m finna go blind, i only see the check
i want some sh-t i never met, no, i don’t want my ex
yeah, they gon’ put you to the test, you gotta use your head
but anyway, i’m paper chasin’, gettin’ to the loot (gang)
try to tell you i’m gettin’ paper, i don’t want you, boo
i pass her to my dog, i throw the bro the alley-oop (on god)
if i blow up in this rap, i’m puttin’ on my crew
if i blow up in this rap, you know we all ball
if a n-gga need a pat, just give my dog a call
yeah, them boys’ll do you snake, yeah, they’ll do you flawed
they say, “d-mn, luh tyler snappin’, man, this n-gga raw”
i feel like lay, i got too much motion in my box (d-mn)
i’m with your b-tch, i’m pourin’ d’ussé in her soda pop
i think i made your b-tch hot, she comin’ out her top
take a look inside my pocket, you gon’ see a knot
you gotta stay away from the fakes, these n-ggas love to plot
luh tyler cookin’ in the booth, you’d think he in the pot
it’s gon’ be the closest one, that’s who you gotta watch
man, lil’ justin, that’s my n-gga, we like drake and josh
i be stayin’ out the way, i do my own thing
i get up on the beat and talk, no, i don’t like to sing
i can’t wait until the crowd screamin’ out my name
i might take this rap serious, at first it was a game
i ain’t worried ’bout a hater, i’m runnin’ up the change
man, these n-ggas actin’ shady, yeah, they movin’ strange
i’m tryna blow like a grenade, i can’t wait ’til it bang
luh tyler snappin’ on the beat, them n-ggas like, “dang”
ayy, yeah, ayy, these n-ggas snappin’
i’ve been runnin’ up my paper, money steady stackin’
n-ggas tryna ride my wave, yeah, they steady jackin’
[outro]
n-ggas steady jackin’
gang, ayy
luh tyler

- luh tyler

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