Lyrics:
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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
make you think,
Well, a common cold can kill ya,
But, my baby tell me to drink,
I went down on 31st Street,
To pick up a jug of alcohol,
Yeah,
a pretty kitty pretty evil
L-i-v-e
Evil, Evil, Evil
You recharged my energy
With our Harmony
You fullfilled me
I was never tired of your company
You
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the 5th grade
that's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you
sending out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four-fives and nines than a deck of cards (woo)
You can take me
word I say
I'm advertisin' love for free
So, you can place your ad with me
Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten
plated
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get
I had to really go and get the bag
Father forgive me for I'm taking risk
I got da bag
Then I fucked it up cuz I got distracted by a bitch
I ain't get
Aye yeah, shawty how you been
On a scale from 1 to 5
You know you a perfect 10
I can't lie I want you bad
Yeah so bad I can't pretend
Make a, pray
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some
cents in my bank account
We straight you really don't owe mey
Hot damm got demons all on mey
Got me a baby that's tryna spend a check on mey
And she check
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
rappers
Thinking they 'gon discover you
News flash this is not
Nineteen ninety five
Record labels stealing cents out the artists lives
Ill advised by
not hold up
We gotta keep going until the doors close shut
You got up you wish me bad, allright just well listen back
We ain't stopping until we
Tell me what's the truth
It wasn't up to you
I had to pay my dues
This is nothing new
Tell me what's the truth
It wasn't up to you
Without a cent to my
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
payed by dollars and cents
On my mama, you don't make sense
Crashed the whip, it got 3 dents
Yall boys two faced, Harvey Dent
Yeah brand new tints, 5%
Got
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me
here
We can do this by ourselves
Girl I gotta watch my body
Cause I'm not just anybody
You hate it when I keep it on me
But I can't get caught without it
80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air,
Going to the store, fifty cents
Playing with my sister while you went to the store
Twenty-five cents
Taking out the trash one dollar
Getting a good
Get fucked
Wicked, wretched
I'm an abomination born
18, vagrant, no account
Upon the world to go to war
The price tag you gave me
A shallow void
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