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5 finger posse - enemy lines lyrics

[producer tags]
black money boys, death row, f-ck n-gga
loko

[chorus: 5g]
look at the diamonds, they bluer than water, yeah
i’m gettin’ this money in order
a lot of fish in the sea, p-ssy i slaughter
finna splash so i dipped in the water
took a (?) back ‘fore i get to the cash
big dipper i just get it and dash
quick with that p-ss like steve nash
better be real when i put on a mask
look at the diamonds, they bluer than water, yeah
i’m gettin’ this money in order
a lot of fish in the sea, p-ssy i slaughter
finna splash so i dipped in the water
took a (?) back ‘fore i get to the cash
big dipper i just get it and dash
quick with that p-ss like steve nash
better be real when i put on a mask

[verse 1: sub9k]
sent two hoes to the store right now
all my bros got the pole right now
when i get money, won’t fold right now
yeah big sub gettin’ cold right now
burberry coat, gettin’ dome right now
too high, movin’ so slow right now
two fly n-ggas, she choose my n-ggas, them blue five figures on dough right now
who my n-ggas? she knew my n-ggas, we so cashed out in the cold right now
he talk funny, ion know, pipe down
real big fives on a roll right now
he talk funny, ion know, pipe down
real big fives on a roll right now

[verse 2: morgue!]
enemy lines is what i’m behind
smokin’ dope and it lower my eyes
n-ggas broke, tell me lower the price
trappin’ gas and my mans sell the white
(?) cause i been on my strife
life a gamble and i’m rollin’ the dice
n-ggas p-ssy, they do not wanna fight
we beat sh-t and we carry the pipes
my young bulls…pull up on them bikes, k!ll yo -ss if it’s for the right price
lil’ b-tch wanna cuddle all night
plumber sh-t, she get hit with the pipe
my young bulls…pull up on them bikes, k!ll yo -ss if it’s for the right price
lil’ b-tch wanna cuddle all night
plumber sh-t, she get hit with the pipe

[verse 3: alvin abyss]
eatin’ shrooms, now i’m seein’ (?)
smokin’ boof, see the blood in my eyes
these n-ggas whack, why you rappin’ them lies?
claim you trappin’ but you servin’ them dimes
diamonds twinkle like a star in the sky
big dipper, watch me shine in the night
jack ripper, stab a b-tch with my knife
jack ripper, stab a b-tch with my knife

[verse 4: yung mojo]
get the bag and i’m makin’ it stack
glock with a 30, i’m makin’ it clap
her -ss is fat and she makin’ it clap
that b-tch a fiend like she smokin’ some crack
i’m with my shootas, we all in the trap
my n-ggas is ballin, b-tch look at the stacks
ar-15 and you flat like a mat
i need the bimmer, i need it all black
pushin’ that weight, now my pockets is fat
margiela my shoes and she likin’ my swag
you n-ggas is broke, need to get you some cash
my phones, they be itchin, i’m catchin’ a rash
yeah i love flexin’ i play with them bags
go to neiman’s, i ain’t checkin’ no tags
louie bag, imma fill it with racks
get the pack then i’m doin’ the dash

[outro: sub9k]
you already know man, big triple five sh-t, n-gga
sh-ttin’ on everybody in the muhf-ckin game, man
yung mojo, sub9k, muhf-ckin morgue!, alvin abyss, 5g in the muhf-ckin’ cut, n-gga
you already know, stop stealing swag, man
stop hatin’ on n-ggas, man…yeah

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