9-5 Songtext
von SALIMATA
9-5 Songtext
Got me a nine, and I got me a five
Got me some hitters, roll with the slimes
Keepin′ your pace, skippin' the line
Uncut nigga like we wanna be kiwi
Slim, thick, stuck up, all niggas wanna do me
Yeah, I′m real picky, real choosy
He got a bum-bum, nigga got cooties
Ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Don't need make up, don't need jewelry
Get the cake up, aight, I′ll zoom in
Off the Waco, gettin′ zooted
Why you worry 'bout me? Go get a bag, hoe
I don′t think he, I computed
He washed out, that boy deluded
He crashed out, my favorite
Eat a fuck, didn't really need him
Stay on a road, shit I feel like a gypsy
Way around the globe, think I′m startin' to get tipsy
All one ′em boast doin' dodgers, I'm dizzy
He feelin′ like 50, I′m feeling like Cole
I should've GG′d, I should let you go, but I'm not tryna go back down that road
Because I am in love with the dough, think that I′m falling in love with the fattie
Something 'bout chowder the way I caress me
I got a personal money obsession
I ain′t so hard, like, I think that's erected
Thought it was out, but it's really a blessing
Getting some paper to go with the press, to go with the pain now it′s time for the glow
Get my moms out of the country to go, she not supposed to be working no more
She not supposed to be working no more
We in the hood and I know ′cause of potholes
We off the block, and it's all ′cause I got hoes
Stick acting chips, say it like nachos
My swagger jacket can't fit in this nachos
Calisthenics, when I′m on my way
Hire you at the table or you bring a plate
Should've came sooner, we already ate
Give me a stinger, you know, a lil′ bumblebee
Too bad, lil' bitch, you'll go always be under me
Stand 5′2′, feel like I'm hovering
When I came back to the block, I said "Hi" to the Arc, he said "I got a mission for you"
Keep stackin′ your letters, don't fuck with no bacon
I told my aunties and uncles ′bout you
Don't worry Arc, I′ve got plenty of moves
I'm in your rec with the tunes
Got me a nine, and I got me a five
Got me some hitters, roll with the slimes
Keepin' your pace, skippin′ the line
Uncut nigga like we wanna be kiwi
Slim, thick, stuck up, all niggas wanna do me
Yeah, I′m real picky, real choosy
He got a bum-bum, nigga got cooties
Ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Ah, ah, pick up my booty
Ah, ah, pick up my booty
Ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Got me some hitters, roll with the slimes
Keepin′ your pace, skippin' the line
Uncut nigga like we wanna be kiwi
Slim, thick, stuck up, all niggas wanna do me
Yeah, I′m real picky, real choosy
He got a bum-bum, nigga got cooties
Ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Don't need make up, don't need jewelry
Get the cake up, aight, I′ll zoom in
Off the Waco, gettin′ zooted
Why you worry 'bout me? Go get a bag, hoe
I don′t think he, I computed
He washed out, that boy deluded
He crashed out, my favorite
Eat a fuck, didn't really need him
Stay on a road, shit I feel like a gypsy
Way around the globe, think I′m startin' to get tipsy
All one ′em boast doin' dodgers, I'm dizzy
He feelin′ like 50, I′m feeling like Cole
I should've GG′d, I should let you go, but I'm not tryna go back down that road
Because I am in love with the dough, think that I′m falling in love with the fattie
Something 'bout chowder the way I caress me
I got a personal money obsession
I ain′t so hard, like, I think that's erected
Thought it was out, but it's really a blessing
Getting some paper to go with the press, to go with the pain now it′s time for the glow
Get my moms out of the country to go, she not supposed to be working no more
She not supposed to be working no more
We in the hood and I know ′cause of potholes
We off the block, and it's all ′cause I got hoes
Stick acting chips, say it like nachos
My swagger jacket can't fit in this nachos
Calisthenics, when I′m on my way
Hire you at the table or you bring a plate
Should've came sooner, we already ate
Give me a stinger, you know, a lil′ bumblebee
Too bad, lil' bitch, you'll go always be under me
Stand 5′2′, feel like I'm hovering
When I came back to the block, I said "Hi" to the Arc, he said "I got a mission for you"
Keep stackin′ your letters, don't fuck with no bacon
I told my aunties and uncles ′bout you
Don't worry Arc, I′ve got plenty of moves
I'm in your rec with the tunes
Got me a nine, and I got me a five
Got me some hitters, roll with the slimes
Keepin' your pace, skippin′ the line
Uncut nigga like we wanna be kiwi
Slim, thick, stuck up, all niggas wanna do me
Yeah, I′m real picky, real choosy
He got a bum-bum, nigga got cooties
Ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Ah, ah, pick up my booty
Ah, ah, pick up my booty
Ass so fat, had to pick up my booty
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Writer(s): Angelo Leroi, Salma Calhoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
