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lirik lagu big sean - five bucks

verse 1 (big sean):
i’m smoking loudly, i woke them all
i pick up that tree, when it’s not far
i’m gone off that tree, when it’s not tall
i’m in love with tree, i’m a avatar
i pick up a o from my n-gga ralphie
my bro and me, but he is not alfie
gone off that goo punch, it makes me drowsy
roll up the windows, it makes it cloudy
daaaaamn, if you ain’t know
i make these girls nice, smokin’ paper and bowls
my ladies like blunts, hit ’em twice if not once
then i blow ’em off and just p-ss ’em to my bro
now catch me gettin’ brain if a n-gga not learnin’
i be spendin’ money if a n-gga not earnin’
catch me in the back seat if i’m not steerin’
and i be rollin’ up if a n-gga not burnin’ boiii

chorus:
i got five on it (got it good)
grab your fo’, let’s get keyed
i got five on it
messin with that endo weed
i got five on it (got it good)
it’s got me stuck, cannot go back
i got five on it
patna let’s go half on a sack

verse 2 (chip tha ripper):
you know a n-gga like to stay at that cruisin’ alt-tude up in the sky
tried to f-ck with paper planes but it’s not the same high
cleveland n-ggas ain’t no b-tches we prefer the cigarillo smoke
if you say it take away from taste then get some better smoke
‘cus the sh-t i blow can be smelt on the next block
ain’t no middle mans everything you need is in-stock
this glock is all the security i need
i be solo dolo when you see me blowin’ on some weed
why speed? no need, i be just takin’ it slow
i be so clean, diesel overpowers my cologne
now all the bad b-tches who blaze are shiftin’ this way
ya’ll just some white belts with these leaves i am the sensei
now bow to the bag, never save the best for last
when i come around n-ggas know to hurry up and p-ss
f-ck a dime sack let’s cop a quarter pound
now what the f-ck is you gon’ put down?
n-gga i got five

chorus:

verse 3 (curren$y):
high wired, 64 hydraulics
not stolen, lost my keys i was high patna
f-ck you want, this a raw paper not a blunt
you must got me mixed up with chip ‘cus
this spitta, zig-zag a whole zip up
sh-t strong, should’a came with a big pick-up
b-tches callin’ me wanna smoke beggin’ for me to pick up
she blow me while i’m blowin’ rings of that k!lla
that weed you smokin’ brown
fake weed too much make-up, clowns
get real smokin’ green strawberry fields
high standin’ up feelin’ like i’m layin’ down
couple bougie judys came ’round
actin’ all stuck up
now they just stuck from smokin’ with us
how the hallways smellin’, is my windows open enough?
i hear walkie talkies is security comin’ up? …f-ck

chorus:

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