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lunchbox - 50 lyrics

[intro]
(ooh)
(ooh, ooh)
(ooh)
(ooh, ooh)

[chorus]
drop 50 (ooh)
feel like kd, i might drop 50
this for those who be on that block with me (huh)
we was down bad, now we profiting
b+tches be sayin’ they proud of me (huh)
’cause they know i hit the lottery
‘member when them hoes said they was tired of me (huh)
now they don’t wanna say bye to me
f+ck them n+ggas that was hatin’ on the low (huh)
smokin’ dope, don’t feel this pain, i’m lettin’ go
when that n+gga tried to run, i left his brains all on the floor, you know my woah (huh)
you know my n+ggas on go
no ksubi jeans, b+tch, i came in in rick o (huh)
with a thick glute b+tch, finna make her touch her toes (woah)
they be sayin’, “lеss hollywood,” i be with the bros (huh, bros)

[verse]
hey, i makе this sh+t look too easy (ooh)
n+ggas be takin’ our sauce and that’s great
that’s why your pockets ain’t cheese (ooh, ooh)
you catch a fist as you run up on me
we leave him flat like a tv (ooh)
we movin’ hot when we get on that scene
you n+ggas cappin’, fushigi (ooh, ooh)
what you gon’ do when you into me? (woah)
i can’t cuff on that b+tch, she a sk+nk
but i’m not tryna be mean (woah)
but i just gotta be me
still in the spot sippin’ lean (woah)
still in the spot smokin’ [?]
b+tch this a [?], uh (woah)
b+tch this a [?], uh
b+tch this a [?], uh (woah)
when we pull up, n+ggas flee
every time that i step out on fleet (woah)
know my choppa gon’ sing like it’s glee
gon’ be bad if he run up on me (woah)
show no pity, i’m not mr. t
we still sippin’ that wock like it’s tea (woah)
[chorus]
drop 50 (ooh)
feel like kd, i might drop 50
this for those who be on that block with me (huh)
we was down bad, now we profiting
b+tches be sayin’ they proud of me (huh)
’cause they know i hit the lottery
‘member when them hoes said they was tired of me (huh)
now they don’t wanna say bye to me
f+ck them n+ggas that was hatin’ on the low (huh)
smokin’ dope, don’t feel this pain, i’m lettin’ go
when that n+gga tried to run, i left his brains all on the floor, you know my woah (huh)
you know my n+ggas on go
no ksubi jeans, b+tch, i came in in rick o (huh)
with a thick glute b+tch, finna make her touch her toes (woah)
they be sayin’, “less hollywood,” i be with the bros (huh, bros)

[outro]
(hah, ooh)
(hah, hah)
(hah, ooh)
(hah, hah)

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