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lil keed feat. gunna - fox 5 (feat. gunna) lyrics

what’s good, mario?
man, all the hoes in the f+ckin’ background, y’all shut the f+ck up
f+ck you talkin’, man, r5 in the f+ckin’ building

show some respect
kick them folks out the spot, slime
she still talkin’? (no)
oh, okay

free homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
yeah, seen a b+tch rob ’em, know we’ll k!ll him, thinkin’ he gon’ take mine
know i’m ballin’ on a b+tch ass n+gga, and i pass his hoe like it’s matt ryan
yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, ’cause i’ma mind mine
i grab a carbine, lil’ boy, my b+tch, she f+ckin’ on toys
bored, then jump off the porch, smokin’ opp pack in the royce

i’m with r5, r5
catch you at the red light, black out
yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
yeah, i guarantee these n+ggas tap out
rich n+gga, i don’t eat popeyes
presidential rollie, brought the clock out
and i know you n+ggas tryna gain clout
yeah, you know we don’t go to fox 5
yeah, you know we don’t go to fox 5
yeah, you know we don’t go to fox 5

yeah, we ain’t goin’ on fox 5 (fox 5)
don’t make me call the maybe call the clock stopper (clock stopper)
ah, pretty lil’ vibe, skeetin’ in her eye
nickname jaw locker (nickname jaw locker)
feel like i glide, i been gettin’ high
n+gga, i’m a pill popper (n+gga, i’m a pill popper)
we got ten hundred+round choppers (nah)
heard you was a junkie, used to steal copper (nah)

pull up, whip game proper
money get a, lotta cake like betty crocker (cake like betty crocker)
uh, beatin’ through your bae, stalkers, i know every day robbers
gotta keep a door stopper (gotta keep a door stopper)
yeah, i be gettin’ more llama, gunna, he a role model
and his b+tch a headhunter (and his b+tch a headhunter)
billions just like ted turner gotta keep a real burner
never been a store runner (never been a store runner)

these b+tches yell, “go, gunna” (go, gunna)
you gotta be your own boss, uh (own boss)
dressed like a showoff, go and get it, don’t talk
let the money rub off (let the money rub off)
nah, these n+ggas gettin’ cut off, this is not a love lost
we’ll never do soft (we’ll never do soft)
you p+ssy n+ggas too soft (n+ggas too soft)
free all my n+ggas, gotta prison walk (free the gang)

i’m with r5, r5
catch you at the red light, black out
yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
yeah, i guarantee these n+ggas tap out

hundred round drum on your boy, and we just hopped out a royce
we pullin’ up with a silencer, no, they ain’t makin’ noise
pink shirt, man, i had to peppermint it
yeah, i send a big blitz, yeah, i had to go and end it
go and drop the f+ckin’ pin, we’ll pull up in a minute
yeah, i know the lord mad at me ’cause a n+gga sinnin’

i ain’t talkin’ motherf+ckin’ testin’ ray j
man, i come out that wraith just with motherf+ckin’ bangers
i let that cutter hit every angle, i come out that back, whips like i’m django
what the f+ck a p+ssy boy had said?
i don’t know if he ain’t speakin’ sign language
and i just left town with ten, pockets on top, n+gga
no time to count us (say what?)

- lil keed feat gunna lyrics

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