Testo 9 O'clock - Babyfxce E feat. Baby Money
Testo della canzone 9 O'clock (Babyfxce E feat. Baby Money), tratta dall'album Real Striker Music
Yeah
It's with an X, nigga
Striker Boys, Walkdown Gang, but, nigga all that shit
Yeah
It's nine 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 60, ridin' 'round with 20, so that's 80 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 five o'clock, but I still jump inside the six
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 80 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)
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Writer(s): Troy Lewis, Carlos Fischer, Efrem Jamar Blackwell
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