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5ive (rappers) - better than ever lyrics

(ayy, honcho got the sauce)

[ verse 1: e-way-v]
i just swerved the foreign in a different lane, ayy ayy
i can make a freak b-tch outta your main, ayy ayy
all these n-gg-s chickens, no this isn’t cane’s, ayy ayy
.40 bang, hollow tips at your brain, ayy, ayy
fallin’ in love, b-tch is you stupid?
is it the drank or is it cupid?
do you not know that my n-gg-s ruthless?
y’all n-gg-s not solid, y’all n-gg-s fluid
i’m in love with the action, not just cappin’
somethin’ ’bout pistols clappin’ and choppas blastin’
is you ’bout that sh-t that you f-ckin’ rappin’?
if so, n-gg- link up and make it happen

[ verse 2: honcho]
it’s honcho, i’m back, better than ever
she wanted my kids and i just met her
they said honch’ could you stop and i said never
she lovin’ my bars, say they so clever
my boys keep straps, ready for whatever
walk in and make it rain, i change the weather
5ive in the paper, we makin’ the headers
gold and gems, my neck is blackbeard’s treasure
i’m with way-v and we put you on a stretcher
she was up on me, she wanted my b-lls, no tether
i’ma keep doin’ the music long as i keep gettin’ cheddar
and my diamonds is heavy and yours is light as a d-mn feather

[ verse 3: e-way-v]
uhh, they faker than plastic, this sh-t is so tragic
i’m shootin’ like dragic, dissapearin’ like magic
i spit hot sh-t like dragons, they can’t catch me lackin’
money off of a package, you couldn’t imagine
money in my pockets that these n-gg-s couldn’t think off
b-tch, my wallet look like i just robbed a f-ckin brink’s truck
pour a four in the sprite, now it’s time to drink up
just put some water on my wrist, i turned the sink up
these n-gg-s so basic, no wonder they hatin’
because they still wearin’ asics, i’m dressed in the latest
way-v, he goin’ ape sh-t and still on the playlist
give your mans a d-mn facelift, i’m grippin’ the stainless

[ verse 4: honcho]
honcho and way-v, we is the duo
my pockets is on fat, yeah my pockets is on sumo
play my cards right, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no uno
and this choppa gon’ send him to mars, i ain’t talkin’ bruno
i got the paper like secretary
walked in with a whole lotta weapons near me
try me send his -ss to the cemetery
so much ice on me, feel like ben and jerry’s
got a lotta drip just like fondue
i hit your girl, then i go and hit your mom too
i’m makin’ sick money, think i got the guap flu
and they try to copy everything that honch’ do

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