not working - 5'4 (five-four) lyrics
[intro: 5’4]
on the drugs, they’re just, not as good as they used to be
this sh*t ain’t workin’ no more
yuh, yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh, i been, uh, i been, uh, ayy, ayy
[chorus: 5’4]
i been tryna get f*cked up but sh*t ain’t working
ran up in his sh*t, b*tch, i got drugs up on my person
lately i been searching for my purpose, worthless
ar’s out the whip, b*tch, i been circling, lurking
[verse 1: 5’4]
i shoot perpendicular, so boy, you better duck
i got grams up on the counter, so my fingers getting stuck
i been geeking off them pills and f*cking different colour sl*ts
i’ma dog that shawty out and dog that p*ssy like a mutt, like a sm*t, like a sl*t
call the plug up on wednesday, od on a friday
how the f*ck the cops gon’ arrest me in my driveway?
i remember juggin’ all them bags off of mysp*ce
lil’ shawty bad, come and sit up on my face
racks in the back with the shrooms
i’ma let it spray and put that b*tch up on the news
i was with the saudi, riding ’round up in the dunes
rather slide down on that boy and buss a mothaf*ckin’ move
(you f*ckin’ b*tch)
[chorus: 5’4]
i been tryna get f*cked up but sh*t ain’t working
ran up in his sh*t, b*tch, i got drugs up on my person
lately i been searching for my purpose, worthless
ar’s out the whip, b*tch, i been circling, lurking
[verse 2: eddison]
(yo) i don’t give a f*ck (nah), boy, you better duck (yeah)
money in my pocket, so much that i can’t stuff (bah)
n*ggas mad i walked in with my mothaf*ckin’ b*lls out (let’s go)
trappin’ on the floor, i got the mothaf*ckin’ guap out (ahh)
we gon’ stand on top of [?] (b*tch), came in wit’ a stick (bah)
i stand on my money (yeah), i’m like 7’6″ (i’m like 7—)
i’m tired of a b*tch (b*tch), i’m tired of this sh*t (sh*t)
when i walk in with the pole, it gon’ make a n*gga sick (go)
i might put a f*ckin’ xan’ in my lean like it’s 2017 (go)
b*tch all on my d*ck, i told that b*tch that he can hear the scream
b*tch i’m with the goats, ’cause i am a goat (bah), b*tch (brrp, brrp, bah, bah)
[chorus: 5’4]
i been tryna get f*cked up but sh*t ain’t working
ran up in his sh*t, b*tch, i got drugs up on my person
lately i been searching for my purpose, worthless
ar’s out the whip, b*tch, i been circling, lurking
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