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5 am - yung boss tevo lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
ooh
(tzy on some other sh*t)

[chorus]
ayy, stripper hoes tryna see where i’m at
i told them that they can’t know that
they can’t know that? yeah, for sho’ that
catch a opp, then i’ma blow that
smash on him, don’t care if he at the store, we might just crash on him
ayy, last n*gga dissed my brothers, swear i dropped the—
yeah, bag on him
ayy, i got that bag on me
ayy, n*ggas flexin’ ’round with all these guns without no cash on ’em
ayy, where you from? i’m straight out that town, i had it bad, homie
lil’ bro put you on a shirt, i just put the tag on you

[verse]
i just hit a blunt of mask on and i don’t even smoke
ayy, how you tried to slide, but ain’t get far? uh, n*gga choke
ayy, glock twenty*six tucked in the coat
ayy, chop so good, it don’t еven poke
ayy, i do, i had [?] one, now i sn*tchеd the rope
ayy, b*tch said she wanna f*ck on me and my gang, i told her to give me the throat
ayy, all my life i’ve been countin’ up this bread, yeah, gettin’ the loaf
uh, my lil’ slime b*tch hangin’ with the opps, i told her to send me the lo’
ayy, told her if she scared, just send the text on they whip before she go
uh, catch me a eight, then come out the hip, then blow
n*ggas try to get luck, but it’s nowhere to go (boom)
n*ggas try to walk down, but heard that he can’t walk no more (nah)
ayy, b*tch doin’ way too much, i told her to chill and go with the flow
ayy, can’t wait ’til i take my first mil’, i might just buy a boat
yeah (yeah), i’m on some other sh*t, i’m tryna get me and all my brothers rich
ayy, told ma dukes when i make my next hundred k, i’ma send her like half of it
ayy, broke*ass opps tryna slide in a broke*ass car, they ain’t even got gas money
ayy, everybody know that i stay strapped, then i’m gon’ tag somethin’
ayy, up that fire, yeah, blast somethin’
ayy, wanna be six? go smash somethin’
ayy, i just pulled a ten off my distro’, i might just cash somethin’
ayy, finna fly to l.a., check out the time, it’s on, it’s different, duh
ayy, think about the times i was on my ass, i was just sittin’ there
[chorus]
ayy, stripper hoes tryna see where i’m at
i told them that they can’t know that
they can’t know that? yeah, for sho’ that
catch a opp, then i’ma blow that
smash on him, don’t care if he at the store, we might just crash on him
ayy, last n*gga dissed my brothers, swear i dropped the—
yeah, bag on him
ayy, i got that bag on me
ayy, n*ggas flexin’ ’round with all these guns without no cash on ’em
ayy, where you from? i’m straight out that town, i had it bad, homie
lil’ bro put you on a shirt, i just put the tag on you

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