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cmonnn (hit it one time) [pt. 2] - 5star lyrics

[intro: will, lay bankz & ]
ayy, lay, what you on, lay?
what you on, bro, what you on?
ayy, bree, what you on, bree?

here we go
hah
rockstar sh*t, 5star sh*t (jersey)
big rockstar

[chorus: will]
come on, hit it one time
ayy, bree, she callin’ my line
ayy, lay, you is my slime
come on, we get caught for a dime
come on
shamone
come on
yeah, yeah
[verse 1: will & lay bankz]
thinkin’ that we broke, lil’ boy, you can die that (die that)
anything you want, we can buy that
new lil’ jag and the bentley, i’ma cop that (yeah)
with a cartier on my wrist
know that i’m lit, they be tryna take the pic
like come on, man, i’m flashy as sh*t
new lil’ chick and she sassy as sh*t
and she look bad, so i bag from the rip like
okay, hе want a tip, rock him (bah)
oh, he wanna lack? pop him (bah)
oh, he coppin’ out? block him
let’s go

[verse 2: sybree & lay bankz]
oh, hе want the smoke? okay (yeah)
we tell that boy to come get it, yeah
we tryna see if he with it
we tryna see if he with it
got lay on the jawn, she gon’ get it (he know it)
f*ck all these b*tches, they trippin’ (f*ck ’em)
f*ck all these b*tches, they trippin’ (f*ck ’em)
f*ck all these b*tches, they trippin’ (nah)
this for my
this for my
let’s go
walk in the party, i’m sippin’ on pepsi (yeah)
wait, nah, i’m sippin’ on fanta
we gettin’ lit, we got fans out atlanta (out the a)
naw, we got fans out atlanta
[chorus: will]
come on, hit it one time
ayy, bree, she callin’ my line
ayy, lay, you is my slime
come on, we get caught for a dime
come on
shamone
come on
yeah, yeah

[verse 3: lay bankz]
chasin’ the bag and you chasin’ a rollie
keep your distance, you n*ggas don’t know me
you cuffin’ on thotties, she f*ck with my homie
did the dash in a new store johnny
i want a jet black matte bugatti
i don’t really jank, got smoke, that’s problem
met a white girl, think her name was molly
get left or get right, put you n*ggas behind me
this for my dodie, uh
none of you b*tches know me, uh
he want a brand new homie
’cause all of my homies smoked him
pop your sh*t, twin
chasin’ a bag, talkin’ big sh*t
they know the difference
come around me, keep your distance
[chorus: will]
come on, hit it one time
ayy, bree, she callin’ my line
ayy, lay, you is my slime
come on, we get caught for a dime
come on
shamone
come on
yeah, yeah

[outro: lay bankz]
this for my dodie, uh
none of you b*tches know me, uh
he want a brand new homie, uh
’cause all of my homies smoked him, uh

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