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Letra : 5AM In Boston
It go how it go
They gon think they know
This time I'm switching my flow
Fake numbers, fake booties, fake bros
Them n***as be into those...
Whole lotta hate, no dough
They get no bread, they broke
This some real sh*t no joke
Real sh*t, no joke
Real sh*t, no joke
I see 2 girls, I like 2 girls, so I get them both
Faded in the party, gang gon' spark it, she rather drive the boat
Shawty a demon, she naughty
She ain't gon stop it
Sucking and spiting, she's gross
Back then they were all laughing at mе
Funny how now they be talking to me
Funny how now thеy be switching on me
Funny how wild I be switching, Ouueee
"Vous parlez français?" - Oh, oui
Baby, there's no us, no we
They like "Who he?"
Boy from Angola came in with the heat
Boy from Angola came in with a dream
Yunf**kingWhat sempre a killing, tou aqui
They be like "You the best" I be like "Oh please..."
Lowkey I know that I'm hot, I'm a beast
Fake stats, rappers all cap cap, I should expose that
n***as, that sh*t ain't legit...
So fast, move like a nomad, I don't need no map, I'm getting the f**k outta here
...
Sike, I'm back b*t*h
Just relax, b*t*h
Yelling in my ear
What is that b*t*h?
Imma send you back b*t*h...
If I pull up n***as duck like quack quack b*t*h
Boy you gon stumble trynna follow all my steps b*t*h
He dead, he won't respond because my foot all on his neck b*t*h
Too much drip, mix all my pieces like it's Tetris
Yeah f**k a stylist, I don't need, I dress myself b*t*h
Move like I'm Kobe cause I'm scoring every basket
He said he got bands, that's a lie and no one asked it
Running up this beat, this ain't no song, this is a Track & Field race
Some crazy sh*t, these b*t*hes sucking d**k to get them bills paid
I'm gon' get rich and Imma flood my wrist and Imma feel great
They talking bout me, they always gon' talk bout me
They throwing big shade
Ya!
I come in in this b*t*h and i make this b*t*h shake
Trynna switch and thought that I forgot
I make that b*t*h wait
Honestly, I think that I'm a god or somewhere near there
The girl I love so fine, she rocking Fendi beachwear
Oh, you running game? b*t*h, where?
Loro Piana polos, I don't know which one to wear
They say that they go loco, when I pull up they just stare
H on my sandals
Orange verte what I smell
They gon think they know
This time I'm switching my flow
Fake numbers, fake booties, fake bros
Them n***as be into those...
Whole lotta hate, no dough
They get no bread, they broke
This some real sh*t no joke
Real sh*t, no joke
Real sh*t, no joke
I see 2 girls, I like 2 girls, so I get them both
Faded in the party, gang gon' spark it, she rather drive the boat
Shawty a demon, she naughty
She ain't gon stop it
Sucking and spiting, she's gross
Back then they were all laughing at mе
Funny how now they be talking to me
Funny how now thеy be switching on me
Funny how wild I be switching, Ouueee
"Vous parlez français?" - Oh, oui
Baby, there's no us, no we
They like "Who he?"
Boy from Angola came in with the heat
Boy from Angola came in with a dream
Yunf**kingWhat sempre a killing, tou aqui
They be like "You the best" I be like "Oh please..."
Lowkey I know that I'm hot, I'm a beast
Fake stats, rappers all cap cap, I should expose that
n***as, that sh*t ain't legit...
So fast, move like a nomad, I don't need no map, I'm getting the f**k outta here
...
Sike, I'm back b*t*h
Just relax, b*t*h
Yelling in my ear
What is that b*t*h?
Imma send you back b*t*h...
If I pull up n***as duck like quack quack b*t*h
Boy you gon stumble trynna follow all my steps b*t*h
He dead, he won't respond because my foot all on his neck b*t*h
Too much drip, mix all my pieces like it's Tetris
Yeah f**k a stylist, I don't need, I dress myself b*t*h
Move like I'm Kobe cause I'm scoring every basket
He said he got bands, that's a lie and no one asked it
Running up this beat, this ain't no song, this is a Track & Field race
Some crazy sh*t, these b*t*hes sucking d**k to get them bills paid
I'm gon' get rich and Imma flood my wrist and Imma feel great
They talking bout me, they always gon' talk bout me
They throwing big shade
Ya!
I come in in this b*t*h and i make this b*t*h shake
Trynna switch and thought that I forgot
I make that b*t*h wait
Honestly, I think that I'm a god or somewhere near there
The girl I love so fine, she rocking Fendi beachwear
Oh, you running game? b*t*h, where?
Loro Piana polos, I don't know which one to wear
They say that they go loco, when I pull up they just stare
H on my sandals
Orange verte what I smell
