(For me I really like Corn)
Yeah
5Star STS bitch
(Aye Corn this shit hot!)
Riding round clean looking like a stain
Try it if you want, lil brodie specialize in lighting flame
Cheap ass at the store complaining how the prices change
Catch that nigga leaving Hutch, we gone ice his chain
Mhm
Yeah
Like catch him in a good mood, we gone do him bad
Got these niggas tryna add it up, tell them do the math
In the field left him penalized, they done threw the flag
I75 finna do the dash
Put this bitch in sports mode see a trooper badge
Sleep on me Ain't know I could shoot til they threw a pass
Early finish, first place nigga you was last
Body count got too high now nobody want you
Yo name bad heard you run so nobody front you
Looking crazy while we out, have somebody crunch you
That hoe shit you did in the past coming back to haunt you
All this cheese around I could ever lack toast
Gimme 10 with yo bitch now her back broke
Had a run then jogged now you back broke
Thigh pads, laughing to the bank that's a fat joke
Call bro Lebron got the ups and chased him down the block
I'm a win regardless, give a f*ck if you around or not
Cut them standstill niggas off only round to watch
Lay a nigga off boy the glock work round the clock
Fullz, fire, I just hit a Sandy Peterson
Smoke camo wraps, I don't never got to see a stem
Used to overlook me now I finally think they see it's him
All black on with a stick think you seeing Grim
Believe in me, it could change yo life too
Checkmate you better make the right move
Don't be playing
Never get too comfortable that's when you might lose
I heard they aimed for his head but hit him in his neck cause the sight loose
You could see me floating down yo strip in a white coupe
Bitch
Yeah
5Star STS
We the best nigga hit em in his chest nigga
HIM in the flesh nigga watch where you step nigga
Yeah and my nigga Corn made this bitch nigga
5SB Corn & 5SB Silk - BELIEVE IN ME Lyrics
5SB Corn & 5SB Silk - BELIEVE IN ME Lyrics
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English
(For me I really like Corn)
Yeah
5Star STS bitch
(Aye Corn this shit hot!)
Riding round clean looking like a stain
Try it if you want, lil brodie specialize in lighting flame
Cheap ass at the store complaining how the prices change
Catch that nigga leaving Hutch, we gone ice his chain
Mhm
Yeah
Like catch him in a good mood, we gone do him bad
Got these niggas tryna add it up, tell them do the math
In the field left him penalized, they done threw the flag
I75 finna do the dash
Put this bitch in sports mode see a trooper badge
Sleep on me Ain't know I could shoot til they threw a pass
Early finish, first place nigga you was last
Body count got too high now nobody want you
Yo name bad heard you run so nobody front you
Looking crazy while we out, have somebody crunch you
That hoe shit you did in the past coming back to haunt you
All this cheese around I could ever lack toast
Gimme 10 with yo bitch now her back broke
Had a run then jogged now you back broke
Thigh pads, laughing to the bank that's a fat joke
Call bro Lebron got the ups and chased him down the block
I'm a win regardless, give a f*ck if you around or not
Cut them standstill niggas off only round to watch
Lay a nigga off boy the glock work round the clock
Fullz, fire, I just hit a Sandy Peterson
Smoke camo wraps, I don't never got to see a stem
Used to overlook me now I finally think they see it's him
All black on with a stick think you seeing Grim
Believe in me, it could change yo life too
Checkmate you better make the right move
Don't be playing
Never get too comfortable that's when you might lose
I heard they aimed for his head but hit him in his neck cause the sight loose
You could see me floating down yo strip in a white coupe
Bitch
Yeah
5Star STS
We the best nigga hit em in his chest nigga
HIM in the flesh nigga watch where you step nigga
Yeah and my nigga Corn made this bitch nigga
Yeah
5Star STS bitch
(Aye Corn this shit hot!)
Riding round clean looking like a stain
Try it if you want, lil brodie specialize in lighting flame
Cheap ass at the store complaining how the prices change
Catch that nigga leaving Hutch, we gone ice his chain
Mhm
Yeah
Like catch him in a good mood, we gone do him bad
Got these niggas tryna add it up, tell them do the math
In the field left him penalized, they done threw the flag
I75 finna do the dash
Put this bitch in sports mode see a trooper badge
Sleep on me Ain't know I could shoot til they threw a pass
Early finish, first place nigga you was last
Body count got too high now nobody want you
Yo name bad heard you run so nobody front you
Looking crazy while we out, have somebody crunch you
That hoe shit you did in the past coming back to haunt you
All this cheese around I could ever lack toast
Gimme 10 with yo bitch now her back broke
Had a run then jogged now you back broke
Thigh pads, laughing to the bank that's a fat joke
Call bro Lebron got the ups and chased him down the block
I'm a win regardless, give a f*ck if you around or not
Cut them standstill niggas off only round to watch
Lay a nigga off boy the glock work round the clock
Fullz, fire, I just hit a Sandy Peterson
Smoke camo wraps, I don't never got to see a stem
Used to overlook me now I finally think they see it's him
All black on with a stick think you seeing Grim
Believe in me, it could change yo life too
Checkmate you better make the right move
Don't be playing
Never get too comfortable that's when you might lose
I heard they aimed for his head but hit him in his neck cause the sight loose
You could see me floating down yo strip in a white coupe
Bitch
Yeah
5Star STS
We the best nigga hit em in his chest nigga
HIM in the flesh nigga watch where you step nigga
Yeah and my nigga Corn made this bitch nigga
Writer: 5SB Silk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid