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5 am lyrics – sha hef

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[intro]
yeah man it’s 5 in the f-cking morning n-gg-s f-cking sipped the f-ck out throwed off and everything man i’m off everything right now f-ck it though man grab another pint man crack the seal on that b-tch man let’s get right we got time left man

[hook x2]
5 in the morning
n-gg-s still mixing sodas
whipping in the kitchen
arm and hammer with the yola
sipping dirty sprite
cause i don’t drink on coca-colas
addicted to the codeine
and the money is what i told her

[verse 1]
[?] in my soda
whippin’ up the yola
go and get the gloves
and get the ice is what i told her
this b-tch is saying polar
but they rolling like a stroller
the ince beam solar
i’m killing like ebola
in the kitchen all day
i told you krime pay$
n-gg- i been makin’ plays
i just served another jake
stephen curry with the k
i got brazy with the yey
if you owe me and my peoples money
best you n-gg-s pray
it’s too late for you to pay
i could flip you with a stray
couple inches from a grave
still whippin’ yola like a slave
made my soda change color
mix that b-tch up, mr. clean
i just did like 20 shows
but i’m still posted with the fiends
with that forty in my belt
ain’t no holster on my jeans
pull up out yo’ momma block
and turn it to a murder scene
it’s that half a brick n-gg-
with a hunnit round clip
pull up with some sh-t so big
look like a hunnit pound stick
when i stand the choppa up
look like a hunnit pound b-tch
get the f-ck up out my face
or hear a hunnit round spit

[hook x2]
5 in the morning
n-gg-s still mixing sodas
whipping in the kitchen
arm and hammer with the yola
sipping dirty sprite
cause i don’t drink on coca-colas
addicted to the codeine
and the money is what i told her

[verse 2]
trapper not a scammer
dabbin’ with the blammer
three zips in my fanta
so my sh-t a lil tanner
clipped up the banana
grams stashed in my gramma’s
still in the kitchen
f-ckin’ with the arm and hammer
two thousand pills same color as the sky
watchu smokin’, watchu sniffin, n-gg-
i could getchu high
what the f-ck you wanna buy
yo’ plug got it for the high
i could take three hunnit off it
cook it back up to a pie
billy gang they down to ride
get to callin’ they gon’ slide
point the finger they gon’ sting ya
hunnit bees come out the hive
got a bruvva up in heaven
got a bruvva in the can
‘fore i lose another bruvva
we gon’ pull up in that van
‘fore i go broke in these streets
i’mma go flip fo’ hunnit grams
only 20 in my glock
cause i don’t want that b-tch to jam
hit yo’ b-tch into a fan
put her p-ssy in my plans
put my pistol in her purse
i made a p-ssy outta man
it’s like 5 in the morning
bouta po’ another fo’
think the some bout to come up
but i’m still sippin’ po’

[hook x2]
5 in the morning
n-gg-s still mixing sodas
whipping in the kitchen
arm and hammer with the yola
sipping dirty sprite
cause i don’t drink on coca-colas
addicted to the codeine
and the money is what i told her

/ sha hef lyrics