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9-5 Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: El Rey
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Nathan Reyes




El Rey - 9-5 Freestyle Lyrics




I told b**** that we'll be fine
Yea we boot up we get high
As long the x will keep me right
I met Buddha when we fly
I, keep the extendo my side
Can't f*** wit no b****** they just fight
Butterflies is suicide
I'm gonna swerve like who gonna die
B**** I medicate my mind
B**** I'm wasting all my time
Maybe this just a sign
I, been rotting nine to five
But these percs won't tell me lies

Lungs they hurt, homeboy on a shirt
Need the X so I can work
I went crazy went Beserk
Not a waiter but I serve
Yea I think I hit your nerve
I be leaning on the wheel b**** I damn near hit the curb
Whatchu learn
Too many lefts when they should've been right turns
As I heard
You was the rat that was chirpin it up with the birds
I had money where it hurts
Took the whole eighth made it worse
Yea I told lil shawty hold my glock inside her purse
CDG, had the nice fabric sitting on my tee
Had no groupie, team but we got them bad b****** out in oversees
Oh baby please, she ain't want me to Go this time breakdown
When she Hit her knees
I got so much cheese
That my pockets Been so fat I think they obese
Yea in my cup I ascend
With her friend
We gonna count like hundred bands
Talk to god I do it again
Meet the devil I do it again
Is this my start or this my end
Had the world in my hand
All my pants cost a grand
Gun him down so he can't stand
Shawty you worthless than a gram
I only f*** I give no damn
He out of luck my gun don't jam
He out of luck now hear the bam
Yea I do it for my fam
Wanna put my dad up in a lamb
He see the clip and then he scram
I see the blick and then imma spam
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I told b**** that we'll be fine
Yea we boot up we get high
As long the x will keep me right
I met Buddha when we fly
I, keep the extendo my side
Can't f*** wit no b****** they just fight
Butterflies is suicide
I'm gonna swerve like who gonna die
B**** I medicate my mind
B**** I'm wasting all my time
Maybe this just a sign
I, been rotting nine to five
But these percs won't tell me lies

Lungs they hurt, homeboy on a shirt
Need the X so I can work
I went crazy went Beserk
Not a waiter but I serve
Yea I think I hit your nerve
I be leaning on the wheel b**** I damn near hit the curb
Whatchu learn
Too many lefts when they should've been right turns
As I heard
You was the rat that was chirpin it up with the birds
I had money where it hurts
Took the whole eighth made it worse
Yea I told lil shawty hold my glock inside her purse
CDG, had the nice fabric sitting on my tee
Had no groupie, team but we got them bad b****** out in oversees
Oh baby please, she ain't want me to Go this time breakdown
When she Hit her knees
I got so much cheese
That my pockets Been so fat I think they obese
Yea in my cup I ascend
With her friend
We gonna count like hundred bands
Talk to god I do it again
Meet the devil I do it again
Is this my start or this my end
Had the world in my hand
All my pants cost a grand
Gun him down so he can't stand
Shawty you worthless than a gram
I only f*** I give no damn
He out of luck my gun don't jam
He out of luck now hear the bam
Yea I do it for my fam
Wanna put my dad up in a lamb
He see the clip and then he scram
I see the blick and then imma spam
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Writer: Nathan Reyes
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