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skreet2x - fivey lyrics

[intro: buffetboyjohn]
go, go, go
go, go, go
go, go, go

[verse 1: buffetboyjohn]
she wanna slide to my room
baddie, she getting too rude
i just went capital, threw out the trues
thuggin’ ass, bae, do this sh+t just for you
shawty, she know i do sh+t for my youth
i’m with this hoe, but i got me a few
can’t even answer the phone, i got something to do (yeah)
tell– tell me what you wanna do?
n+ggas hatin’, they know i get to it
they go back, i get sh+t to my true
i got some blues in my pocket, but no, i ain’t woo
pock– pockets, they crip when i walk
money come in, n+gga listen, i talk
twin he be buggin’ been f+cking you wrong?
b+tch, i’m with sauce in the south, i can’t answer your call
broke n+gga shop at the mall
he up at pacsun, can’t shop at no mall
thug getting bread, why my money been long
jump out the gym wit’ my n+ggas, they ball
i just wanna get to that guap
i just wanna get to that guap
yeah, i just wanna get to that guap
everyday, been know i get to that guap
[verse 2: skreet2x]
young rich n+gga, i get to the– (young rich)
young rich n+gga, i get to the pape’
n+gga, blew through the re+up and relocated
backwood to the pftt n+gga, i’m too faded
n+gga, talkin’ bout’ none whole time ain’t listen
n+gga, pump fake sh+t, you ain’t blow your pistol
know the b+tch too fake, i ain’t even f+ck wit’ her
know the five outside, n+gga, stay on twitter
my n+ggas standin’ on 10 and they all
throw up the five, fivey
thro– throw that sh+t up for my brother, that’s law
i’m– i’m too five, fivey
i’m knowin’ she been too deep, like all in my phone tryna’ get a lil’ closer
push up, come through, how i tell you come over
racks on the floor if you really wan’ show me
i’m– i’m too red, young n+gga throw five right on ’em
like, what you said all about that night? i want you baby
you was in my bed, wearin’ pink, tryna get all on me
you been in my head every night, i’m all about you, baby

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