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Artiste : Babyfxce E
Titre : 9 O´clock
Yeah
It´s with an X, nigga
Striker Boys, Walk Down Gang, M Block, nigga, all that shit

Yeah

It´s 9 o´clock, woke up to a ten, but that´s not a lot
I told niggas 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 teeth on it, bitch, you got
Hold on, I can feel all your teeth on it, bitch, you gotta stop
You can try to cop this shit I got, but it´s not in stock
Told a nigga 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 bitch 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 bitch, but my bag not
I bought so much shit from Saks Fifth, I forgot the total
Puttin´ dog shit all in the cam ´cause I forgot to show you
Treatin´ the Hellcat like it´s mine, but I forgot it´s stolen
Me and gang´ll turn your club up, but we is not promoters (Nigga)
I got a crazy headhunter, man, her top the coldest (On God)
I felt her teeth one time and then she got demoted

You ´posed to leave your back door closed, but I like it open
I wanna know who tryna slime me out so I can fuckin´ smoke ´em
Like an eighthy pack (Huh)
I ain´t even no bad nigga, 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´ bitch feel it in her ribs, she got a baby back (Shit)
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 bitch with his shady ass, yeah

I know it´s 5 o´clock, but I still jump inside the 6
Got my stick, a nigga play, then it´s RIP, rest in piss
Heard he served me fake drank, he thinkin´ I´m a lick
We pulled up and showed hit and got hit, I sent a bitch (Slime him out)
Watch me bend her ass over, I be pullin´ on her hips
Don´t be kissin´ on that bitch, 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 fuck 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 nigga, pape´ long, cop ´em by the caseload
We ain´t talkin´ ´bout the city, bitch, we got the state sewed (Easy money)

State sewed (Easy money)