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five-o grams - members only group lyrics

[intro: d*mned ma$ih]
we got pooyan on the track

[verse 1: arto]
yeah, still the best, i’m not what you made
so paranoid, keep a knife on my f*cking bed
nah, they don’t know me but i used to call ’em fans
what you cannot do i can
tell these n*ggas i’m the motherf*cking man
petey pablo shirt off, on ’em, swingin’ like a helicupter
got this choppas on me like the shotties, i got h*lla commas
i need more than all these tens and hunnids wanna get them thousands
motherf*ckers on the shooty comin’ up and down the mountains
don’t you look at all these nudies on my skin
got a d*ld*, got a m4, you come to me, you dead
all these motherf*ckers come around they claiming that they friends
but if you think that you my n*gga gotta take one to the head b*tch
come with pooyan see them monkies on you
big size guns make these n*ggas wish that they never exist
first we came up broke and ain’t got any pot to p*ss in
now we took all places taking next city be the risk
resp*wn in the hills feeling wonderful
worry ’bout no lockdown hanging on the store
just gave a dealer 50 grams
now i’m back to my penthouse cooking nuggets while my music playing on the stove
[hook: bluvercetti]
keep a nine on me, i got nine mo’
settled every beef, they want none mo’
motherf*ckers run to the five*o
make ’em motherf*ckers to the five*o
keep a nine on me, i got nine mo’
settled every beef, they want none mo’
motherf*ckers run to the five*o
make ’em motherf*ckers to the five*o

[verse 2: yrz momed]
too sk!lled in this b*tch b*tch b*tch
cut*off in your crib, ویژ ویژ ویژ
i don’t like her cuz she a b*tch b*tch b*tch
these boys talkin’ but they ain’t sh*t sh*t sh*t
got my own heist, opps get sliced
your sis saw my d*ck and said nice
mumblin’ yrz like 21
mmbrxx album, make ’em stun
one, two, three, hit ’em with the kurdi
drive*by with my extended 40
arto comes with brand new quik
drippin’ عفونت on these n*ggas with his d*ck
vercetti drillin’, معجون spillin’
rest in peace to the ones i’m k!llin’
hit your face you can’t even feel it
’85 toyota, so i fill it
momed with the juice, certified by pra
doers on the scene, we like cia
ssz squad we are f*cking demons
i don’t like outsiders, for no reason
4 seasons of the year, that’s zabool season
in the stu with homies we just beaming
imagine being with us, b*tch stop dreaming
[interlude: sfpd emergency]
important messages will follow after the tone
*beep*

[hook: bluvercetti]
keep a nine on me, i got nine mo’
settled every beef, they want none mo’
motherf*ckers run to the five*o
make ’em motherf*ckers to the five*o
keep a nine on me, i got nine mo’
settled every beef, they want none mo’
motherf*ckers run to the five*o
make ’em motherf*ckers to the five*o

- members only group lyrics

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