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babyfxce e - 9 o’clock كلمات أغنية

[intro: babyfxce e]
yeah
it’s with an x, n_gga
striker boys, walk down gang, m block, n_gga, all that sh_t
yeah

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
it’s 9 o’clock, woke up to a ten, but that’s not a lot
i told n_ggas this was gon’ happen, so i’m not in shock, huh (i’m not)
i know this look like grape soda, but this not a pop, huh
i can feel your t__th on it, b_tch, you got—
hold on, i can feel all your t__th on it, b_tch, you gotta stop
you can try to cop this sh_t i got, but it’s not in stock
told a n_gga i’ll send the drop, but it’s not the drop
he pulled up and seen all glocks and got his ass robbed
i’ll leave a b_tch quick like my last job (get off)
boy, you better not miss, ’cause that’s your last shot
whip my gun ass with a switch like that’s bad glock, huh
might be skinny as a b_tch, but my bag not
i bought so much sh_t from saks fifth, i forgot the total
puttin’ dog sh_t all in the cam ’cause i forgot to show you
treatin’ the h_llcat like it’s mine, but i forgot it’s stolen
me and gang’ll turn your club up, but we is not promoters (n_gga)
i got a crazy headhunter, man, her top the coldest (on god)
i felt her t__th onе time and then she got dеmoted
you ‘posed to leave your back door closed, but i like it open
i wanna know who tryna slime me out so i can f_ckin’ smoke ’em
like an eighthy pack (huh)
i ain’t even no bad n_gga, but y’all make me that
you say you four pockets full, but you got baby racks
take his kid, if he don’t bring my money by the end of the day, then he can’t get his baby back (it’s over)
lil’ b_tch feel it in her ribs, she got a baby back (sh_t)
car sixty, ridin’ ’round with twenty, so that’s eighty racks
on the northside with hoodie on where it’s shady at
better watch e ’cause he’ll take your b_tch with his shady ass, yeah
[verse 2: baby money]
i know it’s 5 o’clock, but i still jump inside the 6
got my stick, a n_gga play, then it’s rip, rest in p_ss
heard he served me fake drank, he thinkin’ i’m a l!ck
we pulled up and showed hit and got hit, i sent a b_tch (slime him out)
watch me bend her ass over, i be pullin’ on her hips
don’t be kissin’ on that b_tch, she let me put it on her lips
pourin’ pints up in court, watchin’ brodie take the fifth
hit the jeweler when i’m bored, i put eighty on my wrist
my name gold, this audemars hittin’, makin’ rainbows
a thousand pounds in the spot, i’ll make it rain ‘bows
you ain’t even in our league, me and e the bang bros
we f_ck sisters, cousins, mamas, and main hoes
workin’ off the same phone, tell ’em send the lames home
he walked in with a cuban, he walked out, his chain gone
short n_gga, pape’ long, cop ’em by the caseload
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout the city, b_tch, we got the state sewed (easy money)

[outro: baby money]
state sewed (easy money)

- babyfxce e

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