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5 am part 2 - old skool & franchise lyrics

[intro]
patron
we doin’ it again
5 am
yeah, yeah
whoo
franchise

[chorus]
all my shooters pull up on you, no, it ain’t huggins (pull up)
might call us a band by the way that we be drummin’ (pow)
gotta go get the money, ain’t got time for no clubbin’ (work)
when i pull out the .40, then he got soft like pudding (soft)
all my shooters pull up on you, no, it ain’t huggins (shooters)
might call us a band by the way that we be drummin’ (rrao)
gotta go get the cash, i ain’t got no time for clubbin’
bussdown on my wrist, ap, you know i’m flooded (ice)

[verse 1]
walk up in my mansion, all these b*tches, yeah, they want me (b*tch)
throwin’ money on the floor, she pick it up for me (pick it up)
pull up on his street, do him dirty if he owe me (pow)
crusin’ with my shooters, nevеr go out without my .40 (pow)
5 am, i’m geeked on lean
wear a suit and tiе, no mr. bean
vvs on me, i’m clean (ice)
i’m a playboy like charlie sheen
kick him in the face like i’m bruce lee
bad lil’ b*tch, she a s*x machine
my shirt smell like promethazine
buy her a chain ’cause that’s my queen
whoo, whoo, i got the sauce
keep on winnin’, ain’t takin’ a loss (no losses)
whoo, whoo, i got the juice
walk around with my chain loose (uh)
yeah, yeah, i am a boss
you can trust me, ain’t never gon’ cross (never)
give me the loot
long live juice
[chorus]
all my shooters pull up on you, no, it ain’t huggins (grr)
might call us a band by the way that we be drummin’ (p*p*pow)
gotta go get the cash, i ain’t got no time for clubbin’ (gotta go get the cash)
bussdown on my wrist, ap, you know i’m flooded
all my shooters pull up on you, no, it ain’t huggins (shooters)
might call us a band by the way that we be drummin’ (rrao)
gotta go get the cash, i ain’t got no time for clubbin’
bussdown on my wrist, ap, you know i’m flooded (ice)

[verse 2]
flooded, i’m flooded (flood)
look at my two cups, that’s called muddy (lean)
when i go to sleep, all i see is hundreds
geeked up on a private jet, i’m boolin’ with my cousin
rich before the fame, used to dream about a chain (dreams)
shut up, you so lame, tryin’ to find someone to blame (stop it)
i came in with no shame, they will remember my name
i came here to win, rappers wanna play games (stop it)
pull with sticks, i feel like john wick
all these bad b*tches wan’ suck on my d*ck
back in the days, used to rerock a brick
now i don’t know what car i should pick
nowadays, drinkin’ and smokin’ in vip
if a p*ssy want beef, imma pull up with clips
do it yourself but you copied my drip
sit back and watch me sip (lean)
[chorus]
all my shooters pull up on you, no, it ain’t huggins (grr)
might call us a band by the way that we be drummin’ (p*p*pow)
gotta go get the cash, i ain’t got no time for clubbin’ (gotta go get the cash)
bussdown on my wrist, ap, you know i’m flooded
all my shooters pull up on you, no, it ain’t huggins (shooters)
might call us a band by the way that we be drummin’ (rrao)
gotta go get the cash, i ain’t got no time for clubbin’
bussdown on my wrist, ap, you know i’m flooded (ice)

- old skool franchise lyrics

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