Correction Lyrics 11 AM on the East Coast by BROLY500!

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11 AM, woke up, told myself, "Gon' stop f**king with these hoes" (These hoes)
Told myself, "Gon' stop f**kin' with these hoes"
Left at 4 PM, I was riding 'round the city with the gang talkin' down
I'm feelin' in my zone, give a f**k 'bout these hoes

8 PM, I was f**kin' with the gang, I've been with the gang
Mobbin' with the gang, nights all feel the same (These hoes)
12 AM, baby, you know me
Walk up in the function, and these hoes all on me

We was like seven deep
Party jumpin', b*t*hes throwin' a** for a n***a
Who just sees them as another piece
Gas, smokin' OG, ballin' with my homies
"Sicko Mode" on repeat
Standin' on the couch, two, three women walkin' up
Wonder who a young n***a be
Obviously, they both see
Tryna feel up on me
Tryna figure who I be
It ain't no mystery, I'm as real as it gets
N***as ain't built like me (Yeah-mm)
And we some real OG's
N***as steady cappin', watchin' what they speak
Say they gettin' bread, but his tank be on E
Told her, "Baby girl, I'm an east coast n***a (With a lot of feelings)"
11 AM, woke up, told myself, "Gon' stop f**king with these hoes" (These hoes)
Told myself, "Gon' stop f**kin' with these hoes"
Left at 4 PM, I was riding 'round the city with the gang talkin' down
I'm feelin' in my zone, give a f**k 'bout these hoes

12 AM, baby, you know me
Walk up in the function and these hoes all on me

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