5% TINT Lyrics

We're too lost in love, we're too lost in love

We're too lost in love, we're too lost in love

Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh

Yea yea yea yea, (Hold up, Chea)

Yea yea yea yea, (Hold up, Chea)

Yea yea yea yea, (Hold up, Chea)

Yea yea yea yea

I'm tired of letting y'all fuck niggas breathe you niggas ain't fucking with me

I been shitting on my competition they don't wanna listen, they running from me

Spent too much time on land, been thinking I could go overseas

Riding round with too many bitches, they think I'm suspicious, got five percent tint

And my pockets is filled up with lint

Because all of this money gettin' spent (Uh)

My fashion cost more than your rent

Name a nigga that do it like him (Huh)

Sit back watch the story unfold, these niggas couldn't touch me from the beginning

Ain't no way I'm taking no L's cus' Ima prevail, I'm always winning

I got, Louis the linen (Huh)

I been, standing on business (Ha)

I got, too many bitches

Fuck yo bitch and I hit til' I finish (Ha)

I got way too much shit I can mention

Do a verse, I get paid off commission

Taking drugs Ima fuck up my senses

All we know is a nigga ain't missing, Nah

Ouu, Ah

Is it safe to fall in love, if I don't know who you are?

Ouu, Ah

Is it safe to fall in love, if I don't know who you are?

Ha, Ha, Ha, Come on

Can't fuck with none of these niggas or none of these bitches

I'm only fucking with myself

I just spent your check on a belt

Just to leave that shit on my shelf

You dissing? Come talk to the man himself

Bullets gon' fly, his skin gon' melt

She don't want me to see no one else

But Ima go fuck someone else, She'll prolly still stay with me

She afraid she can't stay away from me

Make so much bands, look make-believe

Aye shoutout my grandma, she know that I'm good

But I bet she still think of me

Start to wonder what the family think of me

I don't give a fuck what niggas think of me

'Cause to be honest, y'all should be thanking me (You get it?)