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5 Star Life Lyrics - Artist : NerdOut
I got Chop at my side and he bark a lot
I got the choppa at my side and it spark a lot Ready to cock it Riding in my Coquette Neck break speed, spin tires in the parking lot Yeah And this ain't gon stop You get juked out on Vinewood Yo ankles pop Just keep riding the bus man This ain't yo stop You keep lyin to us Make them thangs go pop (pop pop) Hawk and littles shrewsburys, I got all that Got ya girl going down faster than the bawsaq Work hard, play hard That's the motto You sippin Pißwasser While my people poppin bottles homie I'm from a city where The sirens never stop Making moves with the crew Do a little dirt to get to the top We'll hit any spot Drive away in something hot Every time we go outside Run the risk of getting busted or wasted (Westside) Living a Five Star Life Till the day I die Los Santos certified I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world Hitting them corners in them low lows, fa sho tho Now do You wanna ride or die Nananananananana Yeah Now let me welcome everybody to the wild Wild West A state that'll bust and put a hole in ya chest And the FIB can get a red dot B Them fools can catch wreck in these red hot streets Nah This ain't ya ordinary gangster My goons in ya place put the tool up in yo face And get the jewels from the safe then turn around and yell thank ya Don't get cute cause we'll tie ya to an anchor Throw you off the pier, you'll be sleepin with the sushi Body rotted out washed up on Vespucci I see you ballers poppin wheelies on ya two speed Bust shots to ya chest feelin woozie Those are real bullets man, this ain't Call of Duty Or Righteous Slaughter, ya hear that high pitch holler That's the sound of yo boy gettin done up Run up on the wrong block and they ain't gonna find you til the sun's up I'm from a city where The sirens never stop Making moves with the crew Do a little dirt to get to the top We'll hit any spot Drive away in something hot Every time we go outside Run the risk of getting busted or wasted (Westside) Living a Five Star Life Till the day I die Los Santos certified I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world Hitting them corners in them low lows, fa sho tho Now do You wanna ride or die Nananananananana Yeah we represent the families This is Los Santos My squad got goals, you should know we all vandals You slang dope you be throwin up them gang signs Ya bae hit me on my badger but it ain't mine I went from craps on the corner to mackin on your daughter Now I'm on a yacht splashin in the water Get the stash and make a dash across the border You can laugh if you wanna but if I blast then yo ass is a goner homie I'm from a city where The sirens never stop Making moves with the crew Do a little dirt to get to the top We'll hit any spot Drive away in something hot Every time we go outside Run the risk of getting busted or wasted (Westside) Living a Five Star Life Till the day I die Los Santos certified I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world Hitting them corners in them low lows, fa sho tho Now do You wanna ride or die Nananananananana |
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