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Artiste:
PGF Nuk
Titre:
Five Guys
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Gold Haze on the track Huh, what, we gon' bring 'em out Ayy, pop up out that cut, bring them beamers out Laser tag (Ayy, ayy) Bring them bitches out Foenem bring them switches out Ayy, time to clock 'em out, all the opps be watchin' now Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle, we gon' box him out Ayy, Psycho Gang rockin' out, face shot, we crop him out Ayy, shot his ass from every angle, we gon' box him in Ayy, if he lookin' just like lack 'em, we gon' shoot his twin Ayy, foenem spin the block, spin the block, then, spin again Ayy, foenem sendin' shots, and sendin' shots, and send again Ayy, we bе blickin' shit right up, keep them switches tucked Ayy, 59 bеtter not fuck with us, we fuck shit up Ayy, if they playin' both sides then they ass gon' both die Foenem in this bitch, roll our opps, and we so fried We don't tote 9s, we walk 'round with them 45s Do a drive-by, those switches fly past And we cookin' shit right up (What?) Like we five guys (What?) But, we ain't five guys, we fryin' niggas like some hot fries Got a goofy homie, he just tried to pop the guys Ayy, we don't give no fuck, we treat 'em like the other side Ayy, shorty tried to run, hit his spine, now, he paralyzed We don't give no fuck about the opps, they ass stay dyin' We don't claim shit, ayy (Huh?), we don't drop a diss We ain't talkin' 'bout shit, bitch, we innocent Ayy, every case got dismissed, ayy And I never don't miss, ayy, and the opps know who did this Ayy, foenem tweakin' out, headshot gave 'em somethin' to think about I got a switch, he got a switch, we can blick it out I might call them hitters out, tell 'em, "Come and hit 'em now" If you want 'em dance, send that bread, it's like fifty thou' (Fifty thou') Bring them bitches out Foenem bring them switches out Ayy, time to clock 'em out, all the opps be watchin' now Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle, we gon' box him out Ayy, Psycho Gang rockin' out, face shot, we crop him out Ayy, shot his ass from every angle, we gon' box him in Ayy, if he lookin' just like lack 'em, we gon' shoot his twin Ayy, foenem spin the block, spin the block, then, spin again Ayy, foenem sendin' shots, and sendin' shots, and send again (Send again) Go, 5900 Ayy, five-nine-zero-zero