Lil Keed - Fox 5 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Keed - Fox 5 (en) Lyrics
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Man, all the hoes in the fuckin' background,
y'all shut the fuck up
Fuck you talkin', man, R5
in the fuckin' building
Show some respect
Kick them folks out the spot, slime
She still talkin'? (No)
Oh, okay
Free Homicide, it was just a homicide,
yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em,
know we'll kill him, thinkin'
he gon' take mine
Know I'm ballin' on a bitch
ass nigga, and I pass his
ho like it's Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your
business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my
bitch, she fuckin' on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch,
smokin' opp pack in the Royce
I'm with R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to
shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
Rich nigga, I don't eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought
the clock out
And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we're gonna FOX 5 'em
Yeah, we're gonna FOX
5 'em (FOX 5 'em)
Don't make me call the maybe call the
clock stopper (Clock stopper)
Ah, pretty lil' vibe,
skeetin' in her eye
Nickname jaw locker (Nickname
jaw locker)
Feel like I glide, I been gettin' high
Nigga, I'm a pill popper (Nigga,
I'm a pill popper)
We got ten hundred-round
choppers (Nah)
Heard you was a junkie, used
to steal copper (Nah)
Pull up, whip game proper
Money get A, lotta cake like Betty
Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker)
Uh, beatin' through your bae, stalkers, I
know every day robbers, gotta keep a door
stopper (Gotta keep a door stopper)
Yeah, I be gettin' more llama, Gunna,
he a road runner, and his bitch a headhunter
(And his bitch a headhunter)
Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep
a real burner, never been a store
runner (Never been a store runner)
These bitches yell, "Go,
Gunna" (Go, Gunna)
You gotta be your own
boss, uh (Own boss)
Dressed like a showoff, go and get
it, don't talk, let the money
rub off (Let the money rub off)
Nah, these niggas gettin' cut off,
this is not a love lost, we'll never
do soft (We'll never do soft)
You pussy niggas too soft
(Niggas too soft)
Free all my niggas, gotta prison
walk (Free the gang)
Hundred round drum on your boy,
and we just hopped out a Royce
We pullin' up with a silencer,
no, they ain't makin' noise
Man, I had to pack the shirt,
man, I had to peppermint it
Yeah, I send a big blitz, yeah,
I had to go and end it
Go and drop the fuckin' pin,
we'll pull up in a minute
Yeah, I know the Lord mad at
me 'cause a nigga sinnin'
I ain't talkin' motherfuckin' testin'
Ray J, man, I come out that Wraith
just with motherfuckin' bangers
I let that cutter hit every
angle, I come out that back,
whips like I'm Django
What the fuck a pussy boy had said?
I don't know if he ain't
speakin' slime language
And I just left town with ten,
pockets on top, nigga, no time
to count us (Say what?)
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