5 A.M. [Dirty]
King Moe
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Yea yea you already know what time it is with me nigga Because I had to I say look I know something telling me to do this man Yea haha You only got two you only got two options in life nigga That's to get it or to never have it nigga You know what I'm talking about? Aye look It's five in the morning I'm up baking chicken Used to stuff a quarter ounce Of midget in an oven mitten Now I'm up and shitting doing it big with all pun intended Life ain't fair I'm on this ride To go and punch a ticket Son ridiculous and this shit I'm spitting eighties Cain I was thirteen selling twenty-eights of lady jane Broke in Travis mama crib I hope that she don't hate me mane I was shiesty way before Pooh So they can't snake me mane It's still five in the morning And I been up tapping tables Ran a stack up off a dub I could've ran off with a Acre Could've ran off in your stable That's Ralph Lauren on a caper I was sleeping in a Ford But now I'm touring in Jamaica But then I spoke up to the maker Because I love the breeze Forgive me for the shit I'm selling Same color pumpkin seed Forgive him if a nigga steal from me Cause I punish thieves And I keep a bomb hidden In my bitch Dungarees It's five in the morning tired of tapping tables Sliding with the goons on alert Bout to catch a caper It's five in the morning we ain't even tired Waking up to sex, money, murder On the Eastside It's five in the morning It's five in the morning Shorty texting what you doing I'm Thugging but I say I'm cooling Aye I hate to sound crazy I talk to myself Moe get these niggas gone they calling for death Got curry chicken on my plate Now I'm balling like Steph My young nigga want a body Hard headed as hell I'm made for it just like Lucci They wishing me well Toss a nigga off the boat They wishing him well My notepad worth a bale It's straight off the dock Fish bowl the Lamborghini filet off the lot Kel-Tecs be on Tetris they spinning your block Lord forgive them all they want for Christmas Get rid of Moe opps I'll sell a zone of fake strong But ain't giving no props Still will make a killing off of scales And digital stock And since we talking scales Y'all fishing a lot I don't know nothing about no murder Let's mention your broad Mention the fact that I was thirteen nickel and dimes Mention the fact My music slap like a pimp when it's five It's five in the morning tired of tapping tables Sliding with the goons on alert Bout to catch a caper It's five in the morning we ain't even tired Waking up to sex, money, murder On the Eastside It's five in the morning It's five in the morning Shorty texting what you doing I'm Thugging but I say I'm cooling
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Written by: Terrence Faison
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