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5iveislive - da$hhds lyrics

(intro):

know n*ggas need weed to sleep, i know n*ggas need weed to cope
i know white boys needing coke, but we call em mcauley cokings, fake waps g, what are you scopin’, you’re just hopin’ they dash off the road ting, invest corn in a bag, bang it in a wap, you’re taking long stop loadin’

i sat in the trap like f*ck that, this trap moves hauntin’, stop tryna call this cunch, fam, this is real life it’s daunting, i’m from where the man stole from the rich, and he gave to the poor, and* and he gave to the poor, and he* and he gave to the poor…(yo)

(chorus):

got no time for a silly paigon, no time for informers, (nah), if i dodge and i skid on corners, i do an excellent performance, (jheese), my n*ggas excellent performers, that’ll catch up with your endurance, (yo), told bae tryna reach for a durex, and we be all night f*ck a mornin’, in notts the mandem aren’t ballin’ we’re all tryna eat, all callin’, (jheese), my man dont even have a prov licence, when he tries whip it, its stallin’, (what you doin’ ?), i sat in the trap like f*ck that, this trap moves hauntin’, (scary), stop tryna call this cunch, fam, this is real life it’s daunting (lowe it)

verse 1:

i’m from where the man stole from the rich and gave to the poor, (robin), while he backed out arrows, we backed out swords, (ching), tryna stay one step ahead of the law, all these silly boys talk opp block tour, (why?), and i dont know what for, when i go clears the only time i’ll tour, or, i’m tourin’ in a dior store, (jheese), there like dash how you switch that flow, (mmm*mmm), cuz i dont know, my advice is shut up and stack that dough, talk wth your drip, dont talk to your foes, (drippin’), i know man borrow set mans clothes, and my brederins whip, i can’t feel my nose, who stabbed up (shhh), f*ck knows, english gyal sweet, but they pr*cks like rose, (bun dem), now the opps*dem are in their feelings, (why?), cuz i challenged them like ten toes, p*ssy i was made for the code, camelot ting i took the sword out the road, (i was chosen), and i can hit arabian style, if you’re far from reach, i guarantee you’ll get stoned, (lawd), bro, seen my dealers getting man stoned, oh, like brodie show me the ropes, (rope), know n*ggas need weed to sleep, (mmm), i know n*ggas need weed to cope, (yeah)
i know white boys needing coke, but we call em mcauley cokings, fake waps g, what are you scopin’, you’re just hopin’ they dash off the road ting, (lawd), invest corn in a bag, bang it in a wap, you’re taking long stop loadin’, (bow)

(chorus):

verse 2:

i’m drinkin’ e&j, no courvoisier, cuz we’re broke boys signed to the streets, (streets), think smart, not hard, we plan it and execute, if we do slide on a neek, we rise from defeat, and rise up a ting, darth vader, make man rise to his feet, (cha!), in this beef, i’m a skywalker, like skaiwater, i know tiana, (mmm), my baes a princess tiana, and i’m the prince, so i crown her tiara, set man talked loose on my name, and they got hit, and it wasn’t by me, so i guess by karma, (how?), my sis was posted with the opps, giving excuses like some long talker, all my sons i recruit move mad, luke, i am your father, (rah), they’re giving me drops, what a stalker, at least know i can shave man like barber, felt like all twenty*twen’ one, had to go harder, harder, (wann), tryna go farther, whippin’ to shows, before daylight gets darker, (mmm), babes dont be silly, i don’t show for the net like filly, i’m fully fully, down for my k!lly, but i won’t beef for the w*lly*nilly, lawd, i must be mad about bars, i’m p*ssed, js is sat behind bars, thats the boy, he was there from the start, just gotta sit back and smoke up a rass, in this game, you can get poked, and fam i ain’t talkin’ bout darts

(chorus):
got no time for a silly paigon, no time for informers, (nah), if i dodge and i skid on corners, i do an excellent performance, (jheese), my n*ggas excellent performers, that’ll catch up with your endurance, (yo), told bae tryna reach for a durex, and we be all night f*ck a mornin’, in notts the mandem aren’t ballin’ we’re all tryna eat, all callin’, (jheese), my man dont even have a prov licence, when he tries whip it, its stallin’, (what you doin’ ?), i sat in the trap like f*ck that, this trap moves hauntin’, (scary), stop tryna call this cunch, fam, this is real life it’s daunting (lowe it)

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