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five guys - lync lone lyrics

i’m rollin’ up in the f-ckin’ cav, let’s get high
i never wanted this sh-t to be do or die
i fly high
i ride by guys
makin’ five guys
turn em into five fries
beatin’ the beat up
all of these b-tches all wanna drink s-m-n
all of these snitches and hoes and demons
please believe me, i’m not fiending, yuh
mix the dope with the leaf and yuh
you see we smokin’ the fattest blunts
inhale my reefer keef and just
drift off to my planet you see just once

all these motherf-ckers in my town are fake
buying plays
buying likes on your f-ckin’ instagram page
i can see through the snakes
i can see through the fables
rollin’ round with a cone hanging out my mouth and i’m too thankful
all these b-tch -ss wannabe f-ck boys
come duck-duckin’ after you make noise
don’t give f-cks and f-ckin’ up plays boy
suck my d-ck, i run with the bank boy
you cannot hear what i say
you cannot be me today
you cannot see me or dream me or feel me in any f-ckin’ type of way
you suckin’ d-ck that’s covered in spit
i be up, up and away
you taking pics, tryna be lit
while i take a blunt to the face
you couldn’t figure my ways
out and about with the lemony cake
see in my face
all the disgrace
i think the sh-t i be smokin’ on is laced

rollin’ up in the f-ckin’ cav, let’s get high
i never wanted this sh-t to be do or die
i fly high
i ride by guys
makin’ five guys
turn em into five fries
beatin’ the beat up
all of these b-tches all wanna drink s-m-n
all of these snitches and hoes and demons
please believe me, i’m not fiending, yuh
mix the dope with the leaf and yuh
you see we smokin’ the fattest blunts
inhale my reefer keef and just
drift off to my planet you see just once

all this sh-t
all this sh-t in my mental
i’m breaking situations down
i keep cracking my d-mn pencil
scribble lyrics just to hear it
but it sounds too resentful
on my happy sh-t, the happiest
but sometimes my mind’s sinful
go to the bank, get let down
roll up the dank, we smoke loud
f-ck what you think
we throw down
stuck in my ways, i’m changing now
duckin’ the fakes, i’m raging out
put numbers in the safe, i’m breaking out
but numb is what they say i’m feeling, wild
and gettin’ to the bakery goods in style, yeah

- lync lone lyrics

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