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jack harlow - 5 fingers of death (freestyle) lyrics

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[part 1]
what’s the word, what’s the word
i been on point, kept my herb to the curb
we just went to work, told them that we quit
so, now i’m trying to get it for a herb selling herb
i’m the worst like syrup on the shirt
told her how i feel, i ain’t sure about the words
it ain’t go so well, i ain’t sure what the verdict is
but i don’t think that i be splurgin’ to her anymore

[part 2]
they tried to burglar the flow
went to high school, i ain’t learn nothing, no
teachers on my back like the burgundy gold on the football jerseys
i ain’t worried ’bout it though
’cause i’m certainly dope
swerving ’round town hitting curbs in the road
said she can’t pull up, she got church in the morn’
i’m a smooth operator with the surgical flow

[part 3]
on some slick sh-t
she gon’ send them nudes, she don’t ask me for no d-ck pics
but if she did, i ain’t tripping, i’m gon’ send it
pick her up at nine, take her out like an appendix
i got a couple brothers with me trying to get rich
and we ’bout to blow, know you probably heard the tick-tick
on the beat i’m doing kick flips
she ain’t got the rollie but you know she got the fitbit

[part 4]
and she keepin’ track of them steps
i was at the gym but we back doing reps
ain’t no dumbbells but i’m still going dumb
on these d-mn bells and these motherf-cking drums
i’m a spy kid, you’s a motherf-cking thumb
and i’m in the ville like a young denny crum
getting to the bread and we taking every crumb
getting to the bread and i’m feeling like him

[part 5]
and i’m feeling like kim, possible
thirty-five and she fine, i’m adoptable
i got young chicks trying to make the condom full
but i know they only want me for the conjugal
i can’t do it, but you can make your back st. louis
go and arch that, show it to a youngin like car fax
we gon’ be some legends it ain’t far fetched
key to the city and it came with a tarc p-ss



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