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babyfxce e - 9 o’clock lyrics

[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 lyrics

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