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letra de 9am - harry fraud, jay worthy & kamaiyah

[intro: jay worthy]
yeah
you know what i’m sayin’?
huh
it’s worthy
(la música de harry fraud)

[chorus: jay worthy]
9:00 in the morning, b-tch at my door
bangin’ on my sh-t, but i don’t know that ho
b-tch, what you want? get out my face
let my young out the door, didn’t leave no trace
i hit the switch on the chevy, let me bounce that sh-t
gettin’ money off the blade, let me count that sh-t
i got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
breakin’ fools in cr-ps, let me shoot that back
back in the streets, all burg’ and gray
blood, i represent like every day
you could never tell me i don’t be on no block
when i can tell you all thе homies that done got shot

[verse 1: jay worthy]
we thе turf babies, the hood brazy, know the hood made me
late eighties, that’s when i’m born, so no, you can’t faze me
crack era, now i slide down fig in a panamera
110 with freeway ricky, i’m in the red air
blood gang, sawed-off shotty, i’m out the red benz
no girlfriends, just b-tches who pay me, i’m tyin’ loose ends
my best friend still locked in the pinta and servin’ life bid
trif’ sh-t, still visit his mama and see his wife and kids
still thuggin’ on the block, that’s how my life is
i’m waitin’ on my turn so i can do the right sh-t
[chorus: jay worthy]
9:00 in the morning, b-tch at my door
bangin’ on my sh-t, but i don’t know that ho
b-tch, what you want? get out my face
let my young out the door, didn’t leave no trace
i hit the switch on the chevy, let me bounce that sh-t
gettin’ money off the blade, let me count that sh-t
i got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
breakin’ fools in cr-ps, let me shoot that back
back in the streets, all burg’ and gray
blood, i represent like every day
you could never tell me i don’t be on no block
when i can tell you all the homies that done got shot

[verse 2: kamaiyah]
9:00 in the morning, who is this? it’s some b-tches
b-tch, mind your motherf-ckin’ business
feelin’ like i’m future ’cause my fingers keep on itchin’
for paper, that paper, they itchin’ for that chicken
all my ex-n-ggas and my ex-b-tches tryna get back in, well
eatin’ lemonade out in glendale, hit up papi
he got that work and he know that i’ma spend well
drop a ten here, another ten there, i been well
these hoes ain’t even friends, they pretend well
and i can’t fake sh-t, a real one, sweatsuit and asics
and it ain’t four yet, but i’m knowin’ i’ma make six
hit this, bake this, made millions ’cause i take risks
red pill, blue pills like i’m livin’ in the matrix
contemplation on how to build a new foundation
i did expansion, ocean-blues for my mans, yeah
smokin’ on my ex pack, i’m laughin’ and ashin’, you blessed still
[chorus: jay worthy]
9:00 in the morning, b-tch at my door
bangin’ on my sh-t, but i don’t know that ho
b-tch, what you want? get out my face
let my young out the door, didn’t leave no trace
i hit the switch on the chevy, let me bounce that sh-t
gettin’ money off the blade, let me count that sh-t
i got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
breakin’ fools in cr-ps, let me shoot that back
back in the streets, all burg’ and gray
blood, i represent like every day
you could never tell me i don’t be on no block
when i can tell you all the homies that done got shot

- harry fraud jay worthy kamaiyah

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