Testo No 9 To 5 - Bobby Fishscale
Testo della canzone No 9 To 5 (Bobby Fishscale), tratta dall'album No 9 To 5
Yeah, ay
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five (super)
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, hustle in my heart
You were trying to get restricts, I was kicking hard
I don't really form the brit, life was really hard
R.I.P. that - stick and my brother saw it
I got trap in my blood, trap in my veins
It bring a lot of money but it bring a lot of pain
This sh- bring so much of pain that it make me wanna sin
(This sh- bring so much of pain that it make me want to sin)
Ain't no one give me - but the trap
I'm talking about that fishscale
I'm talking about crack
I done had good - and I done had bad
Real trap, never scared to go get it
Might put it on my tongue, but I can't sniff it
One zip, two cup, come by jiffy
If you snuff powder, then I feel like you creaky
I used to wear a church shirt, thought it was a Dickie
Teacher know I smoke kush, walk by sniffin'
I could take some broke dope, bring it back quickly
I still rock Polo, sometimes Givenchy
I don't think they could take trap out your blood
Even if they could, leave mine where it was
Leave it where it's at, I need that sack
I'ma be like Juice WRLD, die with like-
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
This - real?
Trapping a disease
When I ain't got no work, don't wanna eat
When I ain't got no dope, I'm waiting on it, I can't sleep
When I ain't got no dope, my - period on no bleed
Period on no bleed
Period on no blood
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
B- I need a plug
On eight different drugs, trap the only way I know
'Cause in my truck
They saying go legit
If that- was that easy, why you ain't did it?
A washed up, can't tell fish
Street, good credit, but I don't credit
I don't even want your-
She trying to credit this dick
You don't like my diamonds, but I still go to Mick
We the fish scale family, not a gang, not a clique
I don't know how to throw signs
I know how to wave beat
That bitch could be nine, nine-to-five, that's the bree
The T is for try it, don't never give up
The R is for run that all the way up
The A is for all them -, now you can -
The P is for probably cash out on the duck
When you cash out on the moth- duck
You have really big, can't not plug
Yes, you have really big, can't no damn plug
I don't give a damn what it is
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
I got trap in my blood, can't work no nine-to-five
Can't work no nine-to-five
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Writer(s): Damion Williams, Darryl Thomas
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