Lyrics:
Heart my homies ra mrad
Trip f jbal
Dmaghi tayer
Nrja3 n7at album
Heeemmmmm
Mansawnich kissan oh bae
Heeemmmmm
Nssawni L'problems bzayd
Ba9i f la ville
ghadi nbano
Dayzin super fast bhalchi flash
Going up up
Step by step nigga none stop
Blama t3adeb 9areb choufa
Ghada dabab lflow dima m9awed
Dima chad
a motherfucker
Think it's a game
I'm Wild Bill Hickok with a shotgun
30 aught trigger nine like a pop gun
It's complex but you 'bout to catch a hot one
Dirtbag,
challenging Bri forgot he ain’t a mod tho
We gonna kill him when XrO said pronto
From Atl but we touring in Toronto
Calling an audible like we the Broncos
cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
dertlo Cosplay
Prod by neo kolshi dneo
Kolshi bou7di I'm not afraid
Rwapa ghlado ki tobat
Drari kitna9lo flowat
Kibghiw i9sa7o f lyrics
3ayshin 7yathom
[SIX PAC]
Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me
Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise
'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots
and it cost nine hunna
So-so-so-so ru-run up if you wanna
MAC in the backpack, right by the MacBook
And I rep that Harlem
And my Zombie niggas straight out
the summers mine
My mind is like a magazine
My vocal cords, an auto 9
Producer like a trigger finger
Lyrics just like Columbine
Xero Gang, that's family 'til
thirty-eight by twenty-nines
And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight
I pop tags in morning, I pop the bands at night
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
of huncho, hundos (boom, boom)
Gotta keep the nine like Rondo
Cop a new condo, pronto
Rollin' Backwoods, no Fronto, fuck no
Been had the juice, ten shots
[Chorus]
Ridin, survivin
Tryin not to die and tryna cop a island
5'9" and, sleazy
The game needs me, cause I'm drama
I got problems, I can't resolve
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9
on the highway
It was 9:05 on a Friday
Walking in the front door, heart speeding up a little
She was standing by the trashcan keg in the back
Said, "Put your
underwear
No lie bro I live by the guy code I rode back wit the pack in the back of the Tahoe
Felt like OJ in the white Bronco
You could get it wholesale like
This rhyme
Was inspired by six-nine
So when you getting money
Just know you can get time
And don't ask kids
For vocals and ad-libs
If you tryna build
the
Building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole clique wet
Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T,
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