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5 fingers of death (freestyle) - schoolboy q lyrics

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[part 1:]
jump up on my wee-wee
oh oh, go jump up on my wee-wee
f-ck me on my ten speed
gangsta of the century
tell rocky i want iggy
this n-ggas getting rail road
take yo’ b-tch -ss to the nail shop
ring ring from the gun shots
brings her shoes back from the bailhop
this year from the gun loving, sh-t firin’ and the migos
this here from the real lo’ true figg side gang deebo
[-] i remember you, he was way aside being turned down
in supermax getting supermax
with your hip gold and your nose ground
h-llbound i don’t f-ck ’round
[ – ] my name on your building
and i’m suicide to the children
i speak crimes to the millions
all night won’t sound like
pitchfork, no website
all night, what’s this like

[part 2:]
look at his head splitted
n-gga de-de-did it
booyah, lil n-gga gon’ make me go double digits
cause he murked up the block
my magnun go outta lock
my forty controlling your nina
still on the wigg shot
when we had no pot to p-ss in
we would implot the mission
took me right out the mission
tookie right out commission
murder, mo murder, mo murder
murder, mo murder, mo
keep on [- -] b-tches
and snitches they gotta go
money, mo money, mo money
money, mo money
won’t never stop
body’s on top of body’s
put bodys right under crops
these are my country tails
(finger-(mumbling)-nials), hahahaa

[part 3:]
right off the top
sorry mtv but i got to drop
i’m too d-mn ill
n-gga’s can’t f-ck me i popped two pills
i’m off two xans, d-mn i’m the man
sway on the right, heather b on the left
got a new hoodie, oh yes
my n-gga got the baldy and it’s shining
oh you’re shining, hehaha
i’m outchea, tell your b-tch to call me
baby where they did i go
they calling me ali-greatest of all time

[part 4:]
this sh-t that i be doing off the top so easy
f-cking all hoes cause my d-ck too greasy
condom on my forehead, condom on my fist
oh, on my two fingers to
why sway cause i don’t trust that b-tch
ey, eyes on low, buckethat to, yup figgro
been crippin’ busting n-ggas for a minutes too
i didn’t call you n-ggas, it’s that n-gga from menace
cause i’mma a menace, been doing this sh-t
five drunk guiness, yah know what i’m sayin’
all off the top, i don’t give a f-ck
and i still ain’t got a watch
ashy on my knuckles with a thousand dollar ring
thousand dollar shirt, alexander mcqueen

[part 5:]
man this sh-t ain’t even live
i don’t know who did it
but i’m sorry that i diss it, real life
on siriusxm, make you b-tch to my bm
that’s your ex then, we out here s-xting
oh, hahah, got the gl-sses on
these 700, i be sh-ttin’ homes
n-gga’s can’t f-ck with me
i’m still a rapper
don’t cut me off sway
don’t, ‘fore i get the gun clapping
you know how i always get up on you and that same d-mn hat
i been doing this sh-t for years, dog
you need to switch that, take some notes from me
check me out, i get new buckets every week
every day, every month, sh-t you weak
i’m back on you, i cuss on live tv, but f-ck all you
yea, bring me out with all them other n-ggas over there

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