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5+2
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
5+2 fue publicado el 4 de junio de 2025 por MoneyĆomeFirst Records como parte del álbum Never Looking Back
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Fecha de lanzamiento4 de junio de 2025
SelloMoneyĆomeFirst Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM96

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C5thaReaper
C5thaReaper
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jancy Hutchins
Jancy Hutchins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C5thaReaper
C5thaReaper
Co-Producer

Letras

(Coronado)
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Five plus two equals seven (Seven)
That's enough to send your dog to the reverend (To the reverend)
Midtown, I'ma bleed 'til I'm finished (Midtown)
Fuck the dean, stove bust from me ditchin' (Woah)
Fuck you mean? You got no voice, politicking (No, you don't)
Fucked their mean, now she nice with my pen (Nice with my pen)
Bruce Lee, couple fights through the kitchen (Ha)
Buck 50, was a slice, loose lip him (****)
Bitch, please, you better think twice when you mention (Twice)
Who is he? 'Cause nights don't forget it? ('Cause nights)
Top speed through the night while I'm sippin' (While I'm sippin')
Excuse me, all that hype will get you blended
What-what, what the fuck you mean, you don't like the way I'm spittin'? (What the fuck you mean?)
What the fuck you mean, you ain't gon' slide for your ****? (What the **** mean?)
Never will I speak or entertain you flick-flickers (Hell no)
Different techniques when I'm squeezing out these rentals
Accidentals made them take a plea to the kennel (Plea to the kennel)
Maybelline, the hook, first, they remember (Maybelline)
Maybe see, I'm mixing different verse through my dental (Through my dental)
Bad bitches with credentials off of my essentials (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mud sippers, blue and green tippers in my riddles (In my riddles)
I'm the **** that he wanna be in a center (I'm the **** that he wanna be)
Dying can sell the same price as my **** (Yeah)
All this gon' add up real soon in a minute (In a minute)
I can fist fight very well with my pistol
You wanna be my type, lil' vibes in the middle (Yeah, aight)
I told her goodnight, tucks her face in my pillow
Caught him daydreaming, nightmare, I don't get it (Fuck)
18 took his lil' life in an instant (Fuck)
Turn into some dickies, airbrushed on Insta' (Fuck)
They hate me, and wanna be loved and feel better (Yeah)
I don't need nobody actin' like they really miss him (Hell no, ****)
Back by night, you hear gossip like these women exciting (Fuck)
Use your brain, multiply these digits (Yeah)
She spicy, little lil' sweet in the middle (Woah)
Red beams attached to the tactical how I dribble (Woah)
Leave her on read, seem to complicate her mental (So what?)
The system know my name very well from residential (Yeah, I did)
Let me off for dead bounce with cemetery flexes
My lil' bro remind me chest pieces, not checkers (Gang)
**** talkin' bread, but I'm stacking triple deckers (Stacking up)
Fuck her like I love her, but I cheated her like it's nothing (Like she necked)
17th Street, that is more than a number (17th Street)
Really dedicated and you **** really bustin' (****)
No, I ain't stutter, I'll knock down your brother (Grah)
Knock down your son, leave him stiff like his father (Grah)
If I go ball face somebody getting smothered (Woah)
I was watching Boyz N The Hood and Colors (Gang)
Brainwashed at a young age, I'm malfunctioned
Town raised me, yeah, baby, I'm really mobbin' (Really mobbin')
Town raised me, that's why these **** steady jockin' (Steady jockin')
Town raised me, why these **** dick ridin' (Fuck, ****)
48 Hunnid, ****
Bay Area, Washington, ****
All the way down to Venice, ****
Yeah, same boycott never switched up
Midtown, Yankee stadium
Y'all was confused this whole time
I just wasn't in position to really bleed like that
My name really hold weight, ****
Gotta exercise, execute boy
Written by: Jancy Hutchins
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