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letra de 5 stars - toosii

[intro]
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oh
okay
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[chorus]
know i hate the way i live, but i ride with straps
mama tellin’ me, “don’t ride with that”
we gon’ slide first, ain’t no slidin’ back
but if rell die, know where he hide the pack
we go up like gpas
this ain’t no gta, but my youngin got five stars
i been stayin’ in five-stars, tryna f-ck on five broads
blitz, n-gga, get you hit, n-gga, i’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride
my youngins don’t play no ball, but b-tch, we base slide
see them boys, they ray charles, but we know they ain’t blind
fly so much, i swear i hate time
nut in six seconds ’cause she hate vine
n-ggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
she burning, gotta flame on
you ain’t down to work, why the f-ck would i put a lame on?
you let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
sh-t, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?
just know when i get up, i’ma be the same one

[verse 1]
grinded harder than hard, that’s how i started it
put a glock 19 in my starter kit
uh, tryna put my hood on, flood it all with bricks
bro stuck in the chain gang, he go hard with l!cks
know how we do sh-t, we go hard with sticks
babe, that’s how hard we hit
and a n-gga just ate at ruth chris with a thick b-tch, not a toothpick (uh)
i cut my main off ’cause he useless (uh)
showed him how to get rackades
and his main focus was to f-ck a b-tch off of backpage
not a dollar inside your pocket, but you scream that way
got on my sh-t, i copped a demon, now he say i act fake
she ain’t f-ckin’, she gotta skate like she at cascade
can’t wait ’til they let h-ll rell up out that cell, i’ll let the sack wait
you ain’t workin’ two times harder than them, then how you jack gang?
and you ‘posed to be my main, how the f-ck i watch a jack trade? (yeah)

[chorus]
know i hate the way i live, but i ride with straps
mama tellin’ me, “don’t ride with that”
we gon’ slide first, ain’t no slidin’ back
but if rell die, know where he hide the pack
we go up like gpas
this ain’t no gta, but my youngin got five stars
i been stayin’ in five-stars, tryna f-ck on five broads
blitz, n-gga, get you hit, n-gga, i’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride
my youngins don’t play no ball, but b-tch, we base slide
see them boys, they ray charles, but we know they ain’t blind
fly so much, i swear i hate time
nut in six seconds ’cause she hate vine
n-ggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
she burning, gotta flame on
you ain’t down to work, why the f-ck would i put a lame on?
you let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
sh-t, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?
just know when i get up, i’ma be the same one

[verse 2]
my sister boyfriend a b-tch
said she ’bout to have twins and he ain’t raisin’ sh-t
sh-t, i told her, “f-ck it, that’s why a n-gga got rich”
say he know where i live, so i don’t hide the gl!ck
he don’t know the gang and how we ride with bl!cks
and i know that he a ho and he ain’t sliding sh-t
twenty shots cool, but sh-t, we ride with d-cks
n-ggas hate, so they be riding d-ck
tryna be cool, you spun the block, got your top shotta hit
you f-cked around, got toe-tagged
ho ragged just to get your ho bagged, yeah
fly n-gga like me, you won’t get your ho back
i’m from the slums, so i need more racks
toot’ll get ’em dead, thought you know that
still’ll hit the club and do my bop like i was kodak
they stole my flow, can i get my flow back?
copped a rental, but it had no tag
we gon’ hit his head, but we had no mask
from the land, ain’t talkin’ no man

[chorus]
know i hate the way i live, but i ride with straps
mama tellin’ me, “don’t ride with that”
we gon’ slide first, ain’t no slidin’ back
but if rell die, know where he hide the pack
we go up like gpas
this ain’t no gta, but my youngin got five stars
i been stayin’ in five-stars, tryna f-ck on five broads
blitz, n-gga, get you hit, n-gga, i’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride
my youngins don’t play no ball, but b-tch, we base slide
see them boys, they ray charles, but we know they ain’t blind
fly so much, i swear i hate time
nut in six seconds ’cause she hate vine
n-ggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
she burning, gotta flame on
you ain’t down to work, why the f-ck would i put a lame on?
you let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
sh-t, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?
just know when i get up, i’ma be the same one

- toosii

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