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letra de five dollars - the paxtons

[chris]
n-ggas talkin loud but they ain’t said sh-t
i ain’t never did nothing but praise god and my clique
i’m just puffing on my loud, breaking bread, hitting l!cks
breaking bread, hitting l!cks. breaking bread, hitting l!cks
just a habit when i step up in the kitchen. table manners in the presence of these women
table manners? who the f-ck am i kidding? i’m a savage when i’m eating compet-tion
automatic when i’m at it. rock mics no scottie. no gladys. yall n-ggas ain’t pippen
i done had it with these b-tch -ss n-ggas gettin all up in their feelings for a little attention
did i mention, if its tension, i’m a pull it on tracks… extension
on my pimp sh-t. i’ma pull it. throw it back. i been hit. more fish like ghost
get face. get ghost. thats tears for the hoes but cheers when i toast to the -ssh0l-s in here
here’s to the host that’s sincere. that n-gga will make your scene skip
so stick to the script or get a full clip. better keep it on disc or your whole fl!ck could just
end here. yeah we in here. i don’t goon too much but i’m endeared…
to the hearts and the minds of the people so peep how the young man from the go, il…
walk through the hood with no fear. what’s that? ok then. no pill
no smiles. lips sealed when i’m out. just a colon and an x for your mouth b-tch. no pills
like bun’s next joint, i’m 4 trill. yall mogs got on with no sk!ll
yeah right. yall rappers ain’t trappin. i’m bettin ya blow deal’s
when you trickin your advance and your projects trash and your sound scan numbers is old gil
yall mogs ain’t really said sh-t

[chorus]
five dollars. five dollars
five dollars. five dollars. five dollars

[sincere]
i’m the heart of the regime, i’m the b-lls of the brigade, pause
n-ggas wanna test the squad them bullets they get sprayed off
everybody gangsta grillin, homie what the drama for?
cop the lawyer with the same motives i c-ck the llama for
bandwagon is almost full, last call, all aboard
always in some beef, what you expect less from a carnivore?
i’m bout it. come and see me if you wanting all the facts
matter fact, scr-p yo tracks, all them old artifacts
you ain’t got the heart to clap stop laying down lies on these bars and wax
i’m in these streets. spitting sixteens way before i heard a rap
songs, you know hot as sh-t, and the flow be cold as f-ck
if you don’t know me by now well homie you should know this much
if she say she had me in the past, i dont know this sm-t
i ain’t got no enemies cuz i dead them before the grow to such
so you gon have to notice us, cuz everywhere we go the hoes they notice us
we dont make it rain in the strip club they throw dough at us

[chorus]
five dollars. five dollars
five dollars. five dollars. five dollars

[dave]
they stole it, i rented it, then vogued it then tinted it
then poed, then blowed, then drove slow thru yo tenement, slow as a life on
ritalin. clothes is alife on rivington. flow is alike no
one or unh you might find one but i bet he ain’t quite as riveting. naw
ain’t many worth mentioning in the same vein. gotta nice ring to it…
dwayne wade. lens snap on a n-gga… dwayne wayne. stay superman high…
dean cain man. on a island boss, de plane plane. turn the sirens off
on fire, or fine, or fly or die b-tch bang (b-tch bang bang)
my eyes low, and that weed stankin. i’m fly joe and yo seats taken
and she’s taken if cee take it, mile high be the limit, n-gga seats vacant
shall i speed up in it, no cee stained it. no sleep to brooklyn, cheesecake it
see i don’t need juniors, and we don’t need rumors so ima slow it down no speed racer
no freestyles, no cliches, no cheap virals, no leak trailers
no free favors, no fee waivers, no free features, no lease laters
no switch siders, no d-ck ryders, no d-ck liars, no seed chasers
no games, no lames, mo fame, mo change, mo planes, champagne, mo weed papers ho

- the paxtons

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