Lyrics:
and the blood starts pumping
Out on the street the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make
Larry King, I like 'em older
All the gentleman from all around the world, holla at me, holla at me, let me be your girl
A gentleman, nine to five
sucking the sunshine
And by the night we're out of light
Say every day, "I feel like I'm losing time"
From 9-to-5 and 5-to-midnight
Yeah in the day we're
To the west coast
I'm gone
I'm tired of the 9 to 5
I can barely get some rest
The workplace ain't the best
And the payment isn't even nice
But soon I'll will be
V4.2 Fanny
My only purpose, to beat the cattle barons from obtaining financial gain.
V5 Husband
A worthy cause, for sure, my dear. But, one day’s
your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
Cage)
Yea, now we running from the five-oh
Three-one-oh, now they running from the five-oh
Nine-seven-three, boy they running from the five
Uhh, turn it up
Hah, uhh, yo, check it
Now add it up
Uhh, add it up
Uhh
Check it out, we're like
Three LP's precise from my Five Deadly
on a pedestal.
I just ate an edible. I'm feeling incredible.
Got my Money on my mind.. and in time I'm get it too ..
So fuck a nine to five. Gotta hustle
cannot describe scribe scribe
How you make me feel
9 to 5
24/7
9 to 5
24/7
Baby your love is true
I'm so glad I am with you
9 to 5
24/7
9 to 5
24/7
Baby
and the blood starts pumping
Out on the street, the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living
with me
But girl, you know I'm not free
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Come on, let me hit it again
Come on, let me sing it again
Won't pretend
Been working 9 to 5 feeling just like Dolly Parton
Or a cardiac arrest, Kemba shooting in the Garden
I'm sorry, to all my past girlfriends,
back!
(Put five hundred on the line
And a hundred on the come
If Sinatra makes his Nine, blow the trumpets
Beat the drum) you won't hear me talk
About
Nine o' nine on mine
Run my city full time
In my city full time
And on the grind full time
Nine o' nine on mine
Run my city full time
In my city
and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make
the future man
From the streets to the burbs worldwide
Cause we ain't tryna make any other man rich no more
Regular 9 to 5 (regular 9 to 5)
Gets hard sometimes
(nine to five)
Ooh, can't get that pussy off of my mind (of my mind)
Ooh, hit it from the front, then I hit that pussy from behind
Twist your- twist
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
in the morning I'm out ere till the day is done
9 am in the morning I'm out ere till the war is done
Hop out the bed like D C B A 5 4 3 2 1
Hop out
My Chevy pick-up's in the drive way
My Nashville cap's on the stand
I got Dolly on my radio
And my Gibson close at hand
I got a nine to five keepin'
tryin'
Livin' somewhere between Janis & Dolly
Busted flat working 9-5
We're all trying to survive
It's strange living here in between
And I'll explain
couple kids
If the rap don't work get to robbing
Get the bag by any means
If the trap don't work 9 to 5 it
Athlete turned rapper nigga
Wear plenty hats
ain't even hard
We can fuck like we some flick stars
You dolly Parton
And I'm Rambo
You can be on your country western
Long as I can see ya cleavage
When
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