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• Artiste: SleazyWorld Go
• Titre: 5am In KC
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Whiteboy made it Alright, alright If I say too much on this beat, I'ma go in Alright. Bitch was the greatest of all time; she got a go-head Told me, fuck her hard; I was feeling nuts, so I went slow instead Nigga tried to run from me; I had to blow his leg Come on Well, it's not the same Just blew a 50 in the mall; that shit's pocket change You ain't got no money in your shit; that's why your pockets hang You get cheated on; I do the cheating; we is not the same OK She gave me top with no top exchange The chop got a drum on it; I'm finna rock the stage Count money, got my hands up in a lot of pain You heard it Flick left and squeeze it at you; you might fly away Ain't no nigga ever press me nigga so don't try today Come on Put this bitch on her, I better make her tap my name Bitch Left wrist look just like the right wrist Shoot her hand, starting to warm up, I had to ice it I know a thick bitch that turned skinny, call her ISIS Nigga played with me, I shot his ass, now he lifeless Break a bitch down before I lift her up Took a broke bitch off the hood, I had to fix her up Come here, baby Yeah, you heard what gang said, we turning bitches up Light skin, she a threat and she thick as fuck, drac I don't like hood hoes, them bitches too tough For real Bitch, put some lotion on your feet, your toes too rough We the ones really having, so they choose us Bitch asked me for some money, I gave her ass a loose dub Fuck She gon' do whatever fuck me; she a down bitch Got her coming to the trenches, that's my out-of-town shit Why your lace lifted? Promoter can pay me in all ones, it don't make a difference Don't ask my pape, dear Chop decorate a nigga house like it's Wayfair I smoke a nigga mama; I don't play fair I don't Send his daddy to him, he try to act like he don't stay there We riding all the fast shit like it's a state fair I can walk into the building till my paper clear Get some blicks around if they say face tear Yeah, gang up a hundred off doing bank shares You walk up on your ex, you do your bank with Chase She getting drunk, drunk; she ain't even use no chase Heard he smoked everybody He ain't leave no trace I can save a bitch's life; I don't need no cape I don't give a fuck where the hoes at Jaaybo just left with the bitches; bring the hoes back If God can hear me right now, I'll bring my bros back E got this skinny-ass blunt, nigga, who rode that She bent over the front seat, so I rode back I ain't never seen that type of Glock; can I hold that? Let me see 5 AM in KC Just me and E