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05 vibes - drose (nj) lyrics

[intro]
s*block
drose, man

[verse]
i told her, “baby come on, let’s go on a trip”
ain’t too lovey*dovey, she tryna get money
she tellin’ me, “daddy, let’s go on a l!ck”
i said, “f*ck it, come on and we dip”
fell in love with the slimiest b*tch
get too close, got my nine in this b*tch
don’t be stupid to try you some sh*t
’cause i’m known to bust my gun
you better not run, just die by the switch
if she s*xy, i’m bitin’ my lip
make her scream when she ridin’ his d*ck
give a f*ck if you ridin’ in sharks
’cause you could get parked and could die in that whip
give a f*ck if you ridin’ in sharks
’cause you could get parked and could die in that whip
tryna keep it a hundred i want you
we can chill on the beach if you want to
n*ggas fast on they feet when they run to you
put his ass in the box like a lunchroom
we don’t talk on the phone on the daily
and she stay on my mind that’s crazy
sip wock and that sh*t got me lazy
she be breaking my heart when she frame me
i know that sh*t could get real
when you playing outside in these streets
spin they block anytime i’m out the way in the car
but my youngin tryna walk down on feet
if you send me a verse and your music dirt
no way i’ma jump on that beat
cop searching the whip and they ain’t find the grip
boy i hid that sh*t under the seat
don’t be loafing on live when you beefing
get up on them and crouch when you creeping
keep a pole on the bed when you sleeping
on the set, all my n*ggas some demons
trapping at school, boy, my pockets weren’t breathing
see a opp, on point, leave ’em leaking
holding my c*ck she look like [?]
let me chill, ’cause drose, he be geekin’
if she [?], we teamin’
freeze rolled him a blunt, but he steamin’
’bout to have [?]
one leg up when i hit, now she queefin’
told me she got the feelin’ to weaken
one leg up when i hit, now she queefin’
told me she got the feelin’ to weaken
ask the b*tches that come to the hood
they know that they good, these n*ggas ain’t spinnin’
n*ggas know i’m a factor, p*ssy i matter
no way i’ma rhyme to women
don’t compare me to y’all, ’cause y’all n*ggas frauds
and all of my n*ggas is different
p*ssy water, i hear it be drippin’
water got on the floor, now i’m slippin’
tell drizz to stand over and finish
s*block we be standing on business
they told me to make songs for the b*tches
but i can’t cause i’m still out here spinning
i told granny i’m sorry for sinning
but my n*ggas is still out here risking
i can’t wait till we blow and we winning
i’ma spend a hundred k on some switches
drop a diss, say no more, now we on ’em
my lil bro gone walk down, what i taught ’em
fellas fast tryna run they gone hawk you
xd with two mags when i bought ’em
don’t ask me
if you claim you a opp i’ma clap you
if you shooting my set i’ma smash you
caught a body he did what he had to
you ain’t slippin’
he be wolfin’ but these n*ggas b*tches
you gon’ cook me, these n*ggas be trippin’
i’ma f*ck 2.5 then i’m dippin’
oh, you bad, what’s your name?
she got tats, what you bang?
got a brother, what’s his name?
it’s a opp, what a shame

- drose nj lyrics

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