Slone - You Can't Come Here...

5 A.m.

We been bumping music in the two A.M. getting checked out
Askin me for answers but she's playing big steppa
Take her in the club, silence, I'm a reppa
We just gettin faded, please just hand me the liquor
Eight seater ride and she's asking for the dinner
Too many high and she said she from Atlanta
Causing all these fights, Tony Montana
Where the fuck we goin, ya, I don't even like her (I don't even like her)

Feel like I am Rick Owen
Pour another whole one in
Not another lonely crib (Ya)
Need some more homie shit
She ride it like she never lived
We smoking marijuana on the ridge
She laughing at my songs we rich
Young wild free we kids

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Writer(s): Slone Potts
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