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big sean - five bucks (5 on it) lyrics

“five bucks (5 on it)”
(feat. chip tha ripper & curren$y)

[big sean:]
i do it
d townn
boyyy, hey
ok, i’m smoking loudly i walk them all, i pick up that tree when it’s not fall. i’m going off that tree when it’s not tall. i’m in love with tree i’m a avatar. i pick up an o from my n-gg- ralphy, my bro and me but he is not alphy, going of that goo punch it makes me drouzy, roll up the window it makes it cloudy. d-mnn, if you ain’t know, i made these girl nice smoke paper and bowls, my ladies like blunts h-t em twice if not once. i blow em off and just p-ss em to my bros. now catch you getting brains if a n-gg- not learning. i spending money if a n-gg- not earning. catch me in the backseat if i’m not stirring, and catch me rolling up if a n-gg- not burning.

[chorus:]
i got five on it,
have your bowl and get beat.
i got five on it,
nohting with that endo weed,
i got five on it,
if you got me stuck and not go back,
i got five on it,
now let’s go hop outside.

[chip tha ripper:]
you know a n-gg- like to stay at that cruising alt-tude up in the sky, try and f-ck with paper planes but it’s not the same high. cleveland n-gg-s ain’t no b-tches we prefer the cigarello smoke. if you say you take away the taste and get some better smoke. cause this sh-t i blow can get smelt on the next block. ain’t no middle mans every thing you need is in stock. this gloc is all the security i need. i be solo, dolo, when you see me blowing on some weed. watch me, no be, i be just taking it slow, i be so clean diesel over powers my cologne, now all the bad b-tches who blazed on sh-t this way, you all just some white girls with leaves i am the sensai, now i bow to the bag never save the best for last, cause when i come around n-gg-s know to hurry up and p-ss. f-ck a dime son, let’s cop a quarter pound, what the f-ck is you gonna put down. n-gg- i got five.

[chorus]

[curren$y:]
how wired, 6-4 hydraulics. now stolen lost my keys that was high platinum. f-ck you want, this the raw paper now the blunt you must got me mixed up with chip cause this spitter zig zag a whole zippa sh-t strung shoulda came with a big pick up. b-tches calling me, wanna smoke big and for me to pick up, she blow me while i’m blowing rings of that killa, then we just smoking brown. fake weed to much make a clown. get real smoking green strawberry fields. high standing up feeling like i’m laying down, couple bugee cuties came round acting stuck up now they just stuck from smoking with us. had that hallways smelling as my windows opening up i inhale walk and talk as the security coming up.

[chorus]

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