Yeah, that bitch done got me f*cked up for life
Got me ridin' round the town, high And I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
I can only keep like four or five niggas in my circle, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches hoppin' from dick to dick just for the guys to go kiss and tell
While you hoppin' from dick to dick, I just go from beat to beat like a bell
Pussy so good, she a f*ckin' freak, had to make her my clientele
This shit off the dome, I rap, no cap, no need to spell
Maison Margiela shoes my bitch done told me I dress well
Stay in your lane, can't f*ck with the gang, yeah, this 5L
Niggas talkin' and they just be so lame
Oh yeah
Yeah, that bitch done got me f*cked up for life
Got me ridin' round the town, high and I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
Young boy get that shit, pop out, boy, I been in shit
Three, that's your little check, boy I put that on my wrist
I just wanna put this bitch on, this ain't it, no
I can't take you out to designer stores, inna mink coat
She wanna f*ck me, if I ain't had a name,
SLIDE, If I ain't had that range,
FIVE, put it on that gang
FIVE, put it on my chain,
We walk to Versace, she call it Versace
That bitch only here, cause she got a body
You get up in here, we smoking exotic
You come around five, you know that we pop it, bitch
(You know i'm 55 in this hoe man)
(Real rockstar shit man I feel like Mani in this hoe)
Yeah, that bitch done got me f*cked up for life
Got me ridin' round the town, high And I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
5L (feat. Csre) Video (MV)
Performed By: RockstArmani
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Caleb Elam, Armani Chin Cooper
RockstArmani - 5L (feat. Csre) Lyrics
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Yeah, that bitch done got me f*cked up for life
Got me ridin' round the town, high And I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
I can only keep like four or five niggas in my circle, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches hoppin' from dick to dick just for the guys to go kiss and tell
While you hoppin' from dick to dick, I just go from beat to beat like a bell
Pussy so good, she a f*ckin' freak, had to make her my clientele
This shit off the dome, I rap, no cap, no need to spell
Maison Margiela shoes my bitch done told me I dress well
Stay in your lane, can't f*ck with the gang, yeah, this 5L
Niggas talkin' and they just be so lame
Oh yeah
Yeah, that bitch done got me f*cked up for life
Got me ridin' round the town, high and I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
Young boy get that shit, pop out, boy, I been in shit
Three, that's your little check, boy I put that on my wrist
I just wanna put this bitch on, this ain't it, no
I can't take you out to designer stores, inna mink coat
She wanna f*ck me, if I ain't had a name,
SLIDE, If I ain't had that range,
FIVE, put it on that gang
FIVE, put it on my chain,
We walk to Versace, she call it Versace
That bitch only here, cause she got a body
You get up in here, we smoking exotic
You come around five, you know that we pop it, bitch
(You know i'm 55 in this hoe man)
(Real rockstar shit man I feel like Mani in this hoe)
Yeah, that bitch done got me f*cked up for life
Got me ridin' round the town, high And I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
Got me ridin' round the town, high And I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
I can only keep like four or five niggas in my circle, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches hoppin' from dick to dick just for the guys to go kiss and tell
While you hoppin' from dick to dick, I just go from beat to beat like a bell
Pussy so good, she a f*ckin' freak, had to make her my clientele
This shit off the dome, I rap, no cap, no need to spell
Maison Margiela shoes my bitch done told me I dress well
Stay in your lane, can't f*ck with the gang, yeah, this 5L
Niggas talkin' and they just be so lame
Oh yeah
Yeah, that bitch done got me f*cked up for life
Got me ridin' round the town, high and I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
Young boy get that shit, pop out, boy, I been in shit
Three, that's your little check, boy I put that on my wrist
I just wanna put this bitch on, this ain't it, no
I can't take you out to designer stores, inna mink coat
She wanna f*ck me, if I ain't had a name,
SLIDE, If I ain't had that range,
FIVE, put it on that gang
FIVE, put it on my chain,
We walk to Versace, she call it Versace
That bitch only here, cause she got a body
You get up in here, we smoking exotic
You come around five, you know that we pop it, bitch
(You know i'm 55 in this hoe man)
(Real rockstar shit man I feel like Mani in this hoe)
Yeah, that bitch done got me f*cked up for life
Got me ridin' round the town, high And I just want that bitch to ride my
Dick yeah
I can't feel my face, got me lookin' sick, yeah
She f*ckin' with my flow, she hip to this, yeah
Designer shades and Designer clothes, yeah, she hip to this
Told her get gone and move around, she remind me of my ex bitch
Writer: Caleb Elam, Armani Chin Cooper
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid