SportVVS - 9AM lyrics
[SportVVS - 9AM lyrics]
Welcome to 1st Class
Shooters on shooters on shooters on shooters
Oh, alright, alright
Think she dancing on my dick, but yeah
She dancing on the Glock
Yeah, my bro be off the E so
He gon' shoot at nine o'clock
She addicted to that cash so she
Gon' fuck for Gucci socks
Bitch, my coat be real expensive 'cause
The fur came from a fox
Can't you see 'bout how I'm living
That I got a lotta hoes
Yeah, that girl come off the bench
But she know how to play her role
One my guys tell me everything
Always got the drop
Boy, I'm smart, shit ain't looking right
So I connect the dots
No emotions, when I'm off the drugs
Turn into a bot
Toting pistols and them automatics
Looking like the SWAT
Shooting first, asking questions later
I can't be deceased
Bitch, I'm up and I'm paid for real
And that's to say the least
Spending cash when I swipe the card
You thought it was a piece
In the West just to run it up
Then fly back to the East
Number (N) ine what be on the shirt, it look like skeleton
Bring the fire, talking out his ass
We bringing hell again
Her ass fat, hit it from the back
It look like gelatin
Love the money so I'm counting
Up a lot of Benjamins
Think she dancing on my dick, but yeah
She dancing on the Glock
Yeah, my bro be off the E so
He gon' shoot at nine o'clock
She addicted to that cash so she
Gon' fuck for Gucci socks
Bitch, my coat be real expensive 'cause
The fur came from a fox
Can't you see 'bout how I'm living
That I got a lotta hoes
Yeah, that girl come off the bench
But she know how to play her role
Shooters on shooters on shooters on shooters
Oh, alright, alright
Think she dancing on my dick, but yeah
She dancing on the Glock
Yeah, my bro be off the E so
He gon' shoot at nine o'clock
She addicted to that cash so she
Gon' fuck for Gucci socks
Bitch, my coat be real expensive 'cause
The fur came from a fox
Can't you see 'bout how I'm living
That I got a lotta hoes
Yeah, that girl come off the bench
But she know how to play her role
One my guys tell me everything
Always got the drop
Boy, I'm smart, shit ain't looking right
So I connect the dots
No emotions, when I'm off the drugs
Turn into a bot
Toting pistols and them automatics
Looking like the SWAT
Shooting first, asking questions later
I can't be deceased
Bitch, I'm up and I'm paid for real
And that's to say the least
Spending cash when I swipe the card
You thought it was a piece
In the West just to run it up
Then fly back to the East
Number (N) ine what be on the shirt, it look like skeleton
Bring the fire, talking out his ass
We bringing hell again
Her ass fat, hit it from the back
It look like gelatin
Love the money so I'm counting
Up a lot of Benjamins
Think she dancing on my dick, but yeah
She dancing on the Glock
Yeah, my bro be off the E so
He gon' shoot at nine o'clock
She addicted to that cash so she
Gon' fuck for Gucci socks
Bitch, my coat be real expensive 'cause
The fur came from a fox
Can't you see 'bout how I'm living
That I got a lotta hoes
Yeah, that girl come off the bench
But she know how to play her role