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Free 5
1698
Hip-Hop/Rap
Free 5 è stato pubblicato il 4 dicembre 2024 da Bway Yungy / ATLAS come parte dell'album Been 2 Sad
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Data di uscita4 dicembre 2024
EtichettaBway Yungy / ATLAS
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM83

Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BWay Yungy
BWay Yungy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Tate
Jeffrey Tate
Lyrics

Testi

Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah
Uh, uhh, woah (Ayy, what it is? Let's do it, yeah)
Ayy, let's do it (Huh, oh)
Ayy, Bway Yungy (My **** Brando the sickest)
Ayy, Bway (Uhh, look), look
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
I don't wan' talk, ****, where my money at?
(Where my money at?)
Huh, where my paper, bitch? (Where my paper, bitch?)
I be on dummy shit
Don't tell me, "Be cool," don't wan' hear that shit
Hold on, I got a drum in this bitch, get hit with sticks for tryin' me (What? Woah, woah)
I'll spray at anyone in this bitch, on Texas, they keep eyein' me
Hold up, it's Free 5, catch a opp and open fire
It's a switch on the back of that stick, ****, pop your top, open up your mind
I'm a goblin, I'm a slime
Put shit to ass with this .45
I be wildin', want bodies, brought choppers from homicides
Look, this one for my headhunters, who tryna catch a hat today? (Who tryna catch a hat today?)
This one for my dead brothers, tried to roll me a opp block yesterday (Roll me a opp block yesterday)
.762s hit his face, this a ARP, this not a Drac' (This not a Drac')
Pay my lawyer, make sure I'm straight
I just beat another case
I'll pay them youngins to go spray that K, tell them **** quit playin' (Quit playin')
I ain't got a point to prove, I done took a face, had to ask the **** what he sayin'
I ain't gotta fuck the bitch, she fuck with me
Fuck the fee, show me where he stay at
Fuck a bedrest, put him straight to sleep, soon as we find out where he lay at
I'm impatient, I ain't got no patience
I can't wait 'til I face him
I'ma stalk him until it's time to wait outside his house vacatin' (Woah, woah)
With that yoppa, hit him in front of his mama, I don't care if he with his baby
**** caught him, shot him so many times
His nerves left him shakin'
I don't wan' talk, ****, where my money at?
(Where my money at?)
Huh, where my paper, bitch? (Where my paper, bitch?)
I be on dummy shit
Don't tell me, "Be cool," don't wan' hear that shit
Hold on, I got a drum in this bitch, get hit with sticks for tryin' me (Woah, woah, woah)
I'll spray at anyone in this bitch, on Texas, they keep eyein' me
Hold on, this Free 5 (5), catch a opp and open fire (Grrah)
It's a switch on back of that stick, ****, pop your top, open up your mind (Grrah)
I'm a goblin (Bah), I'm a slime
Put shit to ass with this .45
I be wildin', want bodies, brought choppers from homicides
My baby mama trippin', tell these hoes to mind they business
She say, "I don't know that"
Gotta hit from that back, give her the business
My brother bang 5, ****, big, like Billy (Big like Billy)
I say, "I'm boolin'"
She say, "I'm chillin'"
Take a classy bitch, show her the slums
Take her to Red Roof Inn
Got a ratchet bitch, she say, "It's dumb," tryna punch her tooth in
This that ratchet shit, fuck where you from
Come through this bitch boolin' (Boolin')
This that savage shit, got beaucoup clips, we could shoot a movie
****, what up? How you wan' do it? Don't be with that yappin' and shit (Be with that)
You better be on it, you say we into it, I see you, I'm clappin' a bitch, baow
I got that syrup in this bitch, ah
**** that play, get hit
Uh, no it ain't safe in this bitch, got way too many blicks'll hit
I don't wan' talk, ****, where my money at?
(Where my money at?)
Huh, where my paper, bitch? (Where my paper, bitch?)
I be on dummy shit
Don't tell me, "Be cool," don't wan' hear that shit
Hold on, I got a drum in this bitch, get hit with sticks for tryin' me (Woah, woah)
I'll spray at anyone in this bitch, on Texas, they keep eyein' me
Hold on, this Free 5, catch a opp and open fire (5, woah, woah, grrah)
It's a switch on back of that stick, ****, pop your top, open up your mind (Grrah)
I'm a goblin, I'm a slime
Put shit to ass with this .45 (With this .45)
I be wildin', want bodies, brought choppers from homicides
Look, this one for my headhunters, who tryna catch a hat today?
This one for my dead brothers, tried to roll me a opp block yesterday
.762s hit his face, this a ARP, this not a Drac'
Pay my lawyer, make sure I'm straight
I just beat another case
Written by: Jeffrey Tate
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