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letra de five! - xhulooo

[intro]
(ayo, this nick)

[chorus: sofaygo]
i got that motherf-cking fire
got n-ggas that’s banging the five
these b-tches gon’ tell all they lies
i hear that sh-t all— (brrah)
i hear that sh-t all the time (okay)
i hear that sh-t all the time so i can’t be surprised (i can’t be surprised)
i wanna tell you the truth, girl, i’m feeling your vibe (okay, yeah)
that n-gga cap on the net, he ain’t really outside (okay)
beam on the glock and we up it now that n-gga fried (ayy, yeah)
baby [?] a hitter wanna see this side (okay, okay)

[verse 1: sofaygo]
hop in the motherf-cking porsche (okay)
told you the world is yours
your feelings gotta abort
your feelings gotta abort
i put that b-tch in dior
almost sold out that lil’ wh0re
i got thеm bands galore
i got them bands galore
gеt hit with that tec
yeah, get hit with that tec
it’s gon’ take that n-gga neck off, that n-gga neck off
spin around your block, better keep your head up, oh
[chorus: sofaygo]
i got that motherf-cking fire
got n-ggas that’s banging the five
these b-tches gon’ tell all they lies
i hear that sh-t all— (brrah)
i hear that sh-t all the time (okay)
i hear that sh-t all the time so i can’t be surprised (i can’t be surprised)
i wanna tell you the truth, girl, i’m feeling your vibe (okay, yeah)
that n-gga cap on the net, he ain’t really outside (okay)
beam on the glock and we up it now that n-gga fried (ayy, yeah)
baby [?] a hitter wanna see this side (okay, okay)

[verse 2: xhulooo]
(what he say?)
hop in that ‘vette, yeah
no more coach flights, we finna hop on that jet
chopper in my lap, you might get hit in your neck
dolce on my body, yeah, my fit so fresh, you dig
i’m so swagged out, if you want that smoke then we could crash it
you know that if nick up on the beat i’m finna spazz out
glock got a kickback, lil’ boy, you get scratched out
d-r-a-c-o, put him on tv like it’s crashbow
water on my wrist, you can’t match with this lil’ boy
talking out your neck about my gang, you catch a fist lil’ boy
you probably could get hit, ar leave you split, lil’ boy
it really just be me versus myself, i feel like tiller, boy
[chorus: sofaygo]
i got that motherf-cking fire
got n-ggas that’s banging the five
these b-tches gon’ tell all they lies
i hear that sh-t all— (brrah)
i hear that sh-t all the time (okay)
i hear that sh-t all the time so i can’t be surprised (i can’t be surprised)
i wanna tell you the truth, girl, i’m feeling your vibe (okay, yeah)
that n-gga cap on the net, he ain’t really outside (okay)
beam on the glock and we up it now that n-gga fried (ayy, yeah)
baby [?] a hitter wanna see this side (okay, okay)

- xhulooo

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