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idontknowjeffery

5 On The Dot

 

5 On The Dot

(Album: The Night Is Still Young - 2017)


[Idontknowjeffery:]
After hours, nigga
Late night creep, nigga
Better get ya motherfucking weight up, nigga
We finna go play with them hoes
Money 17

[Xavier Wulf:]
Boy how much you really making cut the shit and stop the faking
Bake a nigga now he bacon, scrambled eggs we breakfast making
All these niggas think they Satan save it nigga why you playing
He look dead look how he laying, switch the subject fuck it man
Pull up doing the best I can intelligence is dominant
Every time I smoke a blunt I reminisce my innocence
Nowadays I flip and break a fit a little bit too quick
I tried to be more rationale but my pride ain't having it
I don't know what else to do you come for me I fear for you
Fuck him, her and you and you I give no fuck bout any fool
Look at you, you dressed in jewels but what you bring is silly dude
Imma keep it real and true but know your place and keep it cool

[Idontknowjeffery:]
5 on the dot
Eyes on the twat
Eyes on a thot
Her eyes on my knots (money)
Two in the morning Who tryna bone
Who tryna joan (train)
Crew made of stone
Racks after racks (money)
Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)
Cunt after cunt (bitches)
Stunt after stunt
Nigga yee ain't gotta ask
Know I got them packs
Clients turn to rats that's why I don't sell jack

[Bankroll Rico:]
Ok I walk in a bank bitch my cup full of drank
When my nose get runny bitch I got a Louie hank
We ain't pouring out the bottle bitch we pouring out the pint
All these fucking diamonds on me could of bought a fucking wraith
But I said fuck that shit I got a mil in the safe
For you niggas playing pussy bitch I'm coming where you lay
Bitch I went to jail bundled out
Got out clean slate
Told all my hoes don't come home again got my cake (money)
Bankroll Rico pimp ya fucking bae
Took ya hoe to the bay she selling pussy by the lake
All my hoes yeah they get that lease, 10k for a day
Bitch they breaking all you sugar daddies every damn day

[Idontknowjeffery:]
Ass in my hand
[?]
Rope around your wrist
Tan mini van
It's four thirty and I'm Dirty Dan
Unsanitary, bands hit the fan
Nigga, 5 in the AM
Don't give a damn
Uh, here we go again
Red bull and gin
Nigga gone like the wind
Left with her friend
Never talked again
Hundreds don't bend, nigga

[Xavier Wulf:]
He thought he could pull my bitch
But uh uh, I think not
There's a difference in my texture, my nigga that you ain't got
He say Debbie is the wifey but squad say she a thot
Ima tell you what I'm not about to do is sit and rot
Ay every day I pull up andalé without a damn delay
Hold up wait
What the fuck you say we headed towards your way
Ridgeway, Kirby Parkway hit the state escape
Yo bitch wanna set a date I threw that shit the other way

[Bankroll Rico:]
I threw this bitch the other way I got bitches on layaway
He say that she a runaway
She tryna make a 100 K
She selling in my hideaway just pulled up in my driveway
Ima send her outside through the fucking walkway
Every day bitch pregnant ain't gon give a nigga lee way
All my hoes gon' keep on foreplay she a suck it in a store way
Bitch I'm high speed on the highway
Blow a check
Drop my hoe off in my stingray bitch I pull up its a replay bitch

[Idontknowjeffery:]
5 on the dot
Eyes on the twat
Eyes on a thot
Her eyes on my knots (money)
Two in the morning Who tryna bone
Who tryna joan (train)
Crew made of stone
Racks after racks (money)
Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)
Cunt after cunt (bitches)
Stunt after stunt
Nigga yee ain't gotta ask
Know I got them packs
Clients turn to rats that's why I don't sell jack

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