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5ire Video (MV)




Performed By: Ashtray
Language: English
Length: 3:29
Written by: Patrick Buling-Carey




Ashtray - 5ire Lyrics
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Bitch, I'm dozing off
They all close the door on me, so I'm closing off
You can go ahead and leave, I could care less about it
Make her leave her phone with me, then make her take a vow
I'm stepping in something clean, my bitch look like Tinker-bell
Why you talking to me like it's something I need to go think about
I'm like Kendrick, I'll take a drink and then I'll go sing about it
She got a big body, and she want a big body
I got a plan, stop me, too toxic for an IV
Bitch, if you really like me, let's make a film like Spike Lee
She f*cking my opp to spite me
Ooh, get me excited
They took my flow and they bite it
I'm on the side where we sliding
Sending shots like it's Pfizer
Why is you crying
Why is he saying he flier?
Then go walk out the fire
I was gonna get the one that I hate the most, but I couldn't decide it
We gon' put you on a flyer
She wanna f*ck, nah, bitch, I'm tired
But I'm too geek to go fight it
So many birds that I thought I was flying
I broke her heart, wasn't trying
Come and see shit from my end
Snoopy, how birds come follow
Shoot me, don't miss, I could get you with my eyes closed
Make sure that you die slow
Flee from a cop like a 5-0
Tire smoke, look behind, bitch, it's a pot roast
Drip but don't dance like I'm Fivio
Say you want smoke, come here, bro, Fafo
Damn near f*cking a bottle
She keeping me wet, so I gotta go waddle
Driving something that don't got a title
Doing donuts and she still trying to cuddle
I buy a pack for us
Baby go trap for us
I'm making these racks or something
Baby we dont shop at Pacsun
They say he was a good boy
We leave him a sad son
And we making good noise
Y'all making bad songs
We don't got no choice didn't get this shit from Gat's guns
Saying he tapped my hoe
She nasty, huh
And we still outside
Ran out of chicken, still gon' get you fried
A lot of people wishing that I just died
F*ck am I saying everybody want my life
I know your intention, baby, look me in my eyes
They doing more than capping, they done all got disguised
Don't matter what you do, they gon' never say you right
You gon' start some beef if you start to roll them dice
I don't got diamonds on tonight
Heart still cold, then some ice
Say the shit once, but you better think twice
I just laid with your hoe, now she trying to be my wife, man
None of this shit real excite me
I've been running shit before Nike
I've been counting bills on high speed
Cause if it's fake, I got more green
Buying her everything more than a hoe need
Then I'm saying you're not a hoe, you're the whole thing
You want smoke, I could blow over whole trees
Stop calling my phone, you don't know me
Tryna buy two rolls for the homies
And we still outside
Ran out of chicken, still gon' get you fried
A lot of people wishing that I just died
F*ck am I saying everybody want my life
I know your intention, baby, look me in my eyes
They doing more than capping, they done all got disguised
Don't matter what you do, they gon' never say you right
You gon' start some beef if you start to roll them dice
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English

Bitch, I'm dozing off
They all close the door on me, so I'm closing off
You can go ahead and leave, I could care less about it
Make her leave her phone with me, then make her take a vow
I'm stepping in something clean, my bitch look like Tinker-bell
Why you talking to me like it's something I need to go think about
I'm like Kendrick, I'll take a drink and then I'll go sing about it
She got a big body, and she want a big body
I got a plan, stop me, too toxic for an IV
Bitch, if you really like me, let's make a film like Spike Lee
She f*cking my opp to spite me
Ooh, get me excited
They took my flow and they bite it
I'm on the side where we sliding
Sending shots like it's Pfizer
Why is you crying
Why is he saying he flier?
Then go walk out the fire
I was gonna get the one that I hate the most, but I couldn't decide it
We gon' put you on a flyer
She wanna f*ck, nah, bitch, I'm tired
But I'm too geek to go fight it
So many birds that I thought I was flying
I broke her heart, wasn't trying
Come and see shit from my end
Snoopy, how birds come follow
Shoot me, don't miss, I could get you with my eyes closed
Make sure that you die slow
Flee from a cop like a 5-0
Tire smoke, look behind, bitch, it's a pot roast
Drip but don't dance like I'm Fivio
Say you want smoke, come here, bro, Fafo
Damn near f*cking a bottle
She keeping me wet, so I gotta go waddle
Driving something that don't got a title
Doing donuts and she still trying to cuddle
I buy a pack for us
Baby go trap for us
I'm making these racks or something
Baby we dont shop at Pacsun
They say he was a good boy
We leave him a sad son
And we making good noise
Y'all making bad songs
We don't got no choice didn't get this shit from Gat's guns
Saying he tapped my hoe
She nasty, huh
And we still outside
Ran out of chicken, still gon' get you fried
A lot of people wishing that I just died
F*ck am I saying everybody want my life
I know your intention, baby, look me in my eyes
They doing more than capping, they done all got disguised
Don't matter what you do, they gon' never say you right
You gon' start some beef if you start to roll them dice
I don't got diamonds on tonight
Heart still cold, then some ice
Say the shit once, but you better think twice
I just laid with your hoe, now she trying to be my wife, man
None of this shit real excite me
I've been running shit before Nike
I've been counting bills on high speed
Cause if it's fake, I got more green
Buying her everything more than a hoe need
Then I'm saying you're not a hoe, you're the whole thing
You want smoke, I could blow over whole trees
Stop calling my phone, you don't know me
Tryna buy two rolls for the homies
And we still outside
Ran out of chicken, still gon' get you fried
A lot of people wishing that I just died
F*ck am I saying everybody want my life
I know your intention, baby, look me in my eyes
They doing more than capping, they done all got disguised
Don't matter what you do, they gon' never say you right
You gon' start some beef if you start to roll them dice
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Writer: Patrick Buling-Carey
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