Текст Big Sean – Five Bucks (5 On It)

Big Sean:
I do it
D townn
Boyyy, hey

Chorus:
I got five on it
Grab your 40
Let’s get keyed
I got five on it
Messin’ with that Indo weed
I got five on it
It’s got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it
Partner let’s go half on a sac

Chip Tha Ripper:
You know a nigga like to stay at that cruising altitude up in the sky, try and fuck with paper planes but it’s not the same high. Cleveland niggas ain’t no bitches we prefer the cigarello smoke. If you say you take away the taste and get some better smoke. Cause this shit I blow can get smelt on the next block. Ain’t no middle mans every thing you need is in stock. This gloc is all the security I need. I be solo, dolo, when you see me blowing on some weed. Watch me, no be, I be just taking it slow, I be so clean diesel over powers my cologne, now all the bad bitches who blazed on shit this way, you all just some white girls with leaves I am the sensai, now I bow to the bag never save the best for last, cause when I come around niggas know to hurry up and pass. Fuck a dime son, let’s cop a quarter pound, what the fuck is you gonna put down. Nigga I got five.

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Curren$y:
How wired, 6-4 hydraulics. Now stolen lost my keys that was high platinum. Fuck you want, this the raw paper now the blunt you must got me mixed up with chip cause this spitter zig zag a whole zippa shit strung shoulda came with a big pick up. Bitches calling me, wanna smoke big and for me to pick up, she blow me while I’m blowing rings of that killa, then we just smoking brown. Fake weed to much make a clown. Get real smoking green strawberry fields. High standing up feeling like I’m laying down, couple bugee cuties came round acting stuck up now they just stuck from smoking with us. Had that hallways smelling as my windows opening up I inhale walk and talk as the security coming up.

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