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letra de 5 inna morning - test

[intro]
swoah, swoah, woah
whole lot of this, whole lot of that (whole lot of this, whole lot of that)
whole lot of this, whole lot of that (hope you know what’s goin’ on, n-gga)
that’s what they say, that’s what they want (test, hold up)

[chorus]
flow goin’ crazy, it was five in the morning
b-tches on my d-ck and i ain’t even started yawning
i was at the festival, but no, i wasn’t performing
still i made a play and you done thought that i was on it
[verse 1]
fresh up out the field, i just showed up in my cleats
i was in the bed already, nutted on the sheets
save a b-tch, never mind, i can’t be no hero
play a n-gga every time, add another zero
racks, racks, racks, yeah, that get you through the door
packs, packs, packs, ’bout to open up a store
oh, he goin’ crazy, puttin’ points on the board
shoot you up again and tell ’em, “go and check the score”
n-ggas mad with me ’cause they ain’t poppin’ no more
all that d-ck ridin’ ain’t pay off, lil’ boy
my hustle got me goin’ ’round the globe for sure
now all my b-tches foreign, had to go let ’em know

[verse 2]
jumped up out my sleep and made a song in some minutes
smokin’ on that gas, had me lookin’ like i’m finished
all this grindin’ i be doin’, sh-t, i’m so relentless
never go to sleep, i’m ’bout my money, ’bout my business
put your b-tch in nuba if i ever feel the urge
i’ma still request it even if the price surge
i wear many hats, i got many hustles, many flows
i got plenty money, plenty pimpin’, i got plenty hoes
n-gga, please, i’m in east harlem eatin’ chopped cheese
fresh up off a jet from east london and i came clean (hold up)
all this gangrene, i can buy what the f-ck i want (i do)
your ho is with me, she do what the f-ck she want (she do)
a lot of carats, eliantte on my sponsorship (ayy, elliot)
a lot of profit in my pocket, gotta acknowledge it (what else?)
gotta honor it (what else?)
it ain’t no wandering (ain’t none)
it ain’t no pondering
this money coming, ándale
[chorus]
flow goin’ crazy, it was five in the morning
b-tches on my d-ck and i ain’t even started yawning
i was at the festival, but no, i wasn’t performing
still i made a play and you done thought that i was on it

[outro]
now, the women love you when you get out there, why do you think that is?
why is that, ladies?
well, i’m asking you
huh?
why do you think that is?
’cause i look good
you look good
i smell good
yes
i feel good
and you sing good
and make love good

- test

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