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J. Gamble - 5 Rings Lyrics



J. Gamble - 5 Rings Lyrics
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RIP Kobe
RIP Kobe
The first shot of the game always goes to Kobe
The last shot of the game always goes to Kobe
I got a Magic Johnson
Tell them hoes to blow me
It's another day at The Office
Like Michael and Toby
Trophy in my arms
Yo, we did it dog
It's a proud moment like when Tony holds a chicken parm
I got more rizz with younger chicks but love the single moms
Blow her a kiss
She can't the resist the charm
Or the hairy chest
Yo, we just got done having sex
And she's already talking bout marriage next
Slow down girl
Imma player like Jerry West
This ain't when Harry met Sally
I'm feeling very perplexed
Like getting dome from a lesbian
I'm spitting flows of written poems like a thespian
I'm the best
Y'all rappers are too pedestrian
I'm the goat like Joe Pesci in any movie he's ever in
RIP Kobe
RIP Kobe
81 points
Imma lone shooter
Baby one joint'll make you go scuba
Have a bowl of soup and a chalupa
Get your loot up
I aint got nothing left to do but
Get more money
Like the wolf of Wall Street
Then I'm going balls deep in this broad with the raw meat
She ain't the type to get involved, see
But she would show her tits off for Mardi Gras beads
I don't pay for pussy
You bitches ain't Cardi B
Popping Cialis left and right like it's a pharmacy
Walk up in the club like pardon me
Grey hair in the beard
The bouncer ain't carding me
My flow is too hard
They say they can't market me
I'm a shark at sea
This whole game is a farce to me
I'm like Kobe in the Garden
Ain't nobody guarding me
I came a long way from 152 Garden Street
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RIP Kobe
RIP Kobe
The first shot of the game always goes to Kobe
The last shot of the game always goes to Kobe
I got a Magic Johnson
Tell them hoes to blow me
It's another day at The Office
Like Michael and Toby
Trophy in my arms
Yo, we did it dog
It's a proud moment like when Tony holds a chicken parm
I got more rizz with younger chicks but love the single moms
Blow her a kiss
She can't the resist the charm
Or the hairy chest
Yo, we just got done having sex
And she's already talking bout marriage next
Slow down girl
Imma player like Jerry West
This ain't when Harry met Sally
I'm feeling very perplexed
Like getting dome from a lesbian
I'm spitting flows of written poems like a thespian
I'm the best
Y'all rappers are too pedestrian
I'm the goat like Joe Pesci in any movie he's ever in
RIP Kobe
RIP Kobe
81 points
Imma lone shooter
Baby one joint'll make you go scuba
Have a bowl of soup and a chalupa
Get your loot up
I aint got nothing left to do but
Get more money
Like the wolf of Wall Street
Then I'm going balls deep in this broad with the raw meat
She ain't the type to get involved, see
But she would show her tits off for Mardi Gras beads
I don't pay for pussy
You bitches ain't Cardi B
Popping Cialis left and right like it's a pharmacy
Walk up in the club like pardon me
Grey hair in the beard
The bouncer ain't carding me
My flow is too hard
They say they can't market me
I'm a shark at sea
This whole game is a farce to me
I'm like Kobe in the Garden
Ain't nobody guarding me
I came a long way from 152 Garden Street
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Writer: Justin gamble
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