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might drop a 5 - li 2x lyrics

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might drop a five but i won’t drop a dime gang, gang, two times in this hoe, b*tch
yeah, f*ck going on in this hoe, let’s go, gang, aye might drop a five but i won’t drop a dime

might drop a five but i won’t drop a dime
these n*ggas cappin’ like they really sliding
aye, faced his ah with the stick left ’em blind
he thought sh*t was sweet but he got lemon lime
i’m with li foe, that’s my brother, we slidin’
7.6 lay his ah out like a iron
smokin’ on opps, on my mama i’m flyin’
only shot him two times but i know that he dyin’
drac hit his back, hit his ah finesse tymes
these n*ggas really be cappin’ and lyin’
i’m posted on third with the racks on my mind
can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they be rats and hidin’
blue tip hit his head, that boy got mega mind you can’t run from me, boy, it’s a box on this 9
i’m posted up on the block like a sign
this gen leave ’em drunk like some motherf*ckin’ wine
stick hit his ass, make a n*gga recline
you know he a duck, he ran in a line

she eat the d*ck just like a wine and dine
switch hit his back, make a n*gga ass whine
switch hit his back, it sound like a beatbox
i’m with a freak, beat the b*tch out her crocs
got some folks imma smack but i don’t got no opps
that li boy is a b*tch, he do not got no pops
these n*ggas ass, i can’t give no props
my unc in the kitchen cookin’ like the rock
i gave him some shots, he ain’t even go to the doc
feel like jb, i pull*up and shoot up the block
one in the head, b*tch i don’t gotta c*ck
fully make the b*tch dance like a f*ckin’ tiktok
i pop out with them racks she gon’ pick like a lock

might drop a five but i won’t drop a dime
these n*ggas cappin’ like they really slidin’
faced his ass with the stick, left him blind
he thought sh*t was sweet, but he got lemon lime
i’m with li foe that’s my brother, we slidin’
7.6 lay his ass out like a iron
smokin’ on opps, on my mama, i’m flyin’
only shot him two times, but i know that he dyin’
drac hit his back, hit his ass finesse tymes
these n*ggas really be cappin’ and lyin’
i’m postin’ on 3rd with the racks on my mind
can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they be rats and hidin’
blue tip hit his head, that boy got mega mind you can’t run from me, boy, it’s a box on this 9
i’m postin’ up on the block like a sign

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