Lyrics:
the dishes
To help make progress toward achievin' goals and wishes
I was able to obtain thirty-five hours a week
They called me in on the days off every week
and nag,
You go five days without a shag
There's no cunnilingus
You can only use your fingers
When she's using a menstrual rag.
For the week or two
life's profound
Like I used to buy trees from Mike V
And there was one whole month
That he didn't like me
'Cause I owed him $30 for an
Eighth for like
a week
Maybe two Sundays a month
And I make enough to give my baby all she wants
And ya I guess I make a good wage
And I guess I shouldn't complain
, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Remember, the "four, five, six" is in place.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three,
Meanwhile the cop that killed Charleena Lyles still ridin’ ‘round the city
Two day suspension for equipment violation
Jason Anderson left his taser at home
Work all week and im faded
2 days just me and my lady
I don't wanna get up tomorrow
I gotta trip i gotta take
And ima be away for a week, fuck
I feel
,
Working from nine to five.
And time goes by
The hours tick away.
First seconds,
Then minutes,
Then hours into days.
Each day,
Each week,
Seems
mind, just just
Just get me a blunt man, just fire it up man
Man...
[Big V]
Now fire up the weed, 'cause one day I'm gon' pro'ly burn
The Ten
money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how
Pardon M.E.
Girl You know I got expensive taste
Loui V all that Gucci all round my waste
Ace of spades gold bottles
All up in the club
Bad bitches
better watch me, I'm comin smebbin"
I was smebbin through the park one day
In the very very month of may
I seen three switchin bitches, that thought I
dealed all aces
And I make their yearly savings
On the days end, that I stayed
In, First year I came in
Pop stars got came in
Hold up, hold up, I don't
Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit
To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone
We can zone, all day long, on the speaker
Spend all my money early every month
Don't like to hold back, I spend all at once
I don't care about a few weeks poor
Or if the landlord knocks
During world war II
A group of soldiers was on a long journey
They arrived on a small town called casino
The next day being Sunday some of the boys
passed me by
If you ask me where I been
It's at my nine-five.
I'm working all day
And over time
Damn
It fucking sucks to have a Nine to Five
Fuck My Nine
I'm not gonna let time let you go
Hear me cause I missed you last month
It feels like destiny loves falling us apart
Two weeks to get sick of this
I
Zee why ex double-you vee
Eight seven six five four three
May April March February
Year month week day hourly
Winter fall summer spring
Step by step
faster
Nigga even grabbed the shovel tried to bury him faster
Next week he at the mall, Rollie on his arm
Two bad bitches with him laughing having
explained, how the work would go. Shaine was good to go (ready for the delivery job at 5am every day). It was a boring start to work for Shaine (sometimes she
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
hair to come suck my dick, ugh!
The doctor said I need about
Three weeks of recovery
(Ugh) But the nurses is lovin' me
Sayin' the best part of the day
a Saint Tropez model and a ounce of orange
Tax dodgin', smokin' that Moroccan
In the trap cropping, baggerman cotching
Next week, I'm out in France
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